“Did I tell you to try and break free of the restraints?” He strolled across the bedroom floor, inching toward her like a predator rather than a lover. The thought of being Zak’s prey didn’t frighten her. Instead, it lit a fuse deep inside her, and wound her up so tightly she was ready to blow.
“No, Sir,” she replied, wishing he would come back to bed. Even though he hadn’t done much more than tease her, she longed to have him nearby. His presence was comforting, not to mention arousing.
After he had spanked her pussy, he explained why he had chosen that precise moment to strike her mound. She had forgotten to address him properly. When properly provoked, and due in part to the defiance displayed, he could punish her for hours.
He
would
punish her for hours. If pain led to the pleasure she’d felt, she’d drive him to paddle her from front to back.
She couldn’t begin to imagine what he could do to her in an hour’s time, much less a few more. When his hand had struck her pussy, she’d never known such hardcore desire. A flood of moisture had coated her pussy lips, making her moan aloud. She’d tried to squeeze her legs together and ease the burn, alleviate the continual throbbing.
Her reward for that little attempt was insane. He’d stretched her legs still wider, secured them again and left her to think about her behavior.
“What are you doing over there?” she asked, growing more and more anxious with each passing second.
“Did I ask you to speak, sub?”
The way in which he addressed her and the guttural longing in his voice made her cling to the cloth-encased rope binding her to the bed. She gasped in surprise and looked down at her chest, noting how his voice alone had left her nipples beaded, her arms covered in chill bumps.
“I’m pleased with your tolerance,” Zak said, returning to the bathroom. A minute later he emerged, sporting only a tented towel, which had to be a good sign.
His eyelids were heavily hooded. He strolled to the end of the bed and released her ankles. Placing one knee on the mattress, then another, he straddled her leg, massaging her sore muscles until she craved a more intimate touch.
He walked his fingers up and down her lower leg before he hiked her calf higher, parading those firm digits closer to her cunt. “Now then, beautiful. Tell me what you were thinking while I was in the bathroom.”
He’d been watching her. He’d been looking on the entire time. He observed her in a manner then that made her believe he had been able to read her thoughts. Was he aware of the way his voice impacted her? Did he suspect she had been thinking about Kemper when he interrupted her daydreaming and made her yearn for him all over again?
“Can we barter for the information?” she asked, trying to peer under his towel, yet already aware of what she’d find. His thick length was obvious. The well-defined width was easily traceable under the towel even though the plush cotton did a decent job of hiding his masculine flesh.
“Like I said, I’m pleased so far with our progress. I see no reason why we can’t trade information, as long as you’re honest with me. Can you be open with me, Kara?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, thrilled to have a chance at earning a reward.
“What would you like in return?”
“What can I have, Sir?”
That wicked tongue of his rubbed over the texture of his lips. She dared to imagine the kind of pleasures he could bring. She wanted his kiss, his intimate kiss.
He fondled his cock, teasing her with temptations she could only imagine at this point. She gasped when he adjusted the towel. For a moment there, she thought she might earn a free peek.
A smile tilted his lips. “That’s up for grabs, too.”
“Literally or figuratively, Sir?”
“We’ll see how honest you are with me.”
“I promise to be truthful, Sir.”
“Do you like games, Kara?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He reached under the towel and stroked himself. She couldn’t help but follow the jerks from his arm, the gentle sway from the cloth covering him.
Trying not to think about his pulsing member throbbing underneath the towel she’d likely used earlier to dry her hair, she added, “I have an entertainment center packed with board games. I have a number of video games as well, so yes, I love all sorts of games, Sir.”
“Kemper’s?”
She flinched and he frowned.
“Are the games downstairs Kemper’s?”
“No, Sir. They’re mine. I have an old Atari system with Centipede and Pac-man.”
“I saw them.” He laughed. “Those games have a woman’s signature all over them. I bet you even log your high scores and key in your initials for every win.”
“Guilty as charged, Sir.”
“You only have to address me as Sir when I ask you a question or there’s a special reason for it, one you would likely understand.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He smiled. “What kind of games will you play with me, Kara?”
“What kind of games do you want to play?”
He moved closer to the bed, picked up a flogger with red-rose buds attached to the end and struck her pussy until she bucked under the heavy weight of the leather petals.
“Oh God!” she screamed out as the pain quickly crossed the threshold of pleasure, making her pussy clench in repetitive spasms.
“Why did I punish you then?” he asked, sitting beside her and smoothing his palm across her mound.
God, she loved that. She was tempted to close her eyes and just let him pamper her, but she needed to focus. Even though it was the wee hours of the morning, she had wanted this. She had asked for this sort of exquisite treatment.
Now everything she had ever desired was within her reach.
“I can’t remember,” she admitted, realizing her answer would make him stop.
As expected, he stilled beside her. “And here I thought we were about to discuss rewards. Are you sure you don’t want to take a stab at why you were punished?”
Rummaging through her tired brain, she blurted, “You asked me a question and I turned it into a proposition and turned the question around by asking you what kind of games you wanted to play.”
“Very good. You’ve earned one reward. We’re operating on a checks and balances system here. Answer all my questions truthfully and you may end up with anything you want. If you hesitate or don’t tell me the truth, we’ll take away the reward and add a punishment. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He eyed her nipples then and acted as if he were contemplating throwing his damn rules and guidelines out the window. Instead, he slipped his hand under the towel again and repositioned his cock.
“Right now, what are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking I’d like for you to sit beside me naked.”
“You would?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I can do that,” he said, folding the towel away from his lap. “What else are you thinking?”
Her ragged breaths fell upon the room like a disturbing drum, without any announcement or even a preamble to explain the need for a set beat. “I’d like to suck your cock.”
It was his turn to have the wind knocked out of him. Taking an obvious moment to think about her request, he said, “Sounds like a reward to me.”
“For me or you?” she asked without thinking.
Rising from the bed, he stood proud and erect, but she knew she wouldn’t have the full experience yet. Zak returned to that vibrator he had tested earlier and flipped the switch.
Rubbing the shaft up and down her thigh, he massaged her muscles and moved the large head of the vibrator closer to her pussy. Her mouth dried as she imagined him fucking her with the toy, letting her take her pleasure and grab hold of her orgasm, the one that would likely roll over her as soon as he tucked the head of the gadget deep inside her cunt.
“At this very moment,” Zak rasped, flicking her clit until she bucked and yelped. “Tell me which you would prefer. Would you rather fuck this dildo or have my cock inside your mouth?”
“That’s easy.”
“I want an honest answer, sub.”
Rubbing her lips together, she wondered if he would untie her hands. Would he let her touch him? Could she hold the base and suck the tip? Would he guide his cock down her throat or would he alone control her motions and his movements?
“I want to give you a blow job.”
“Even though I can bring you pleasure with this?” He shoved the vibrator inside her and she cried out, jerking violently as her womb became an inferno. She clenched around the thick shaft and moaned in pleasure, desperate for him to continue, desiring just another forceful stroke.
She screamed out in her mind.
Just one more! God yes. Just give it to me hard and fast!
He withdrew the toy and rose over her. With his knees at her breasts, he rubbed his cockhead across her lips. “Now, sub, tell me what you really desire most?”
The heat between her legs was indescribable but she had been told more than once she had a knack for giving head. Even though her need pooled around her entrance, the speckle of his excitement glistening around his tip drove her to make an informed decision.
“I still want to suck your cock, Sir.”
Seemingly pleased, he pressed the head of his penis through the seam of her lips, but quickly withdrew before she closed around him. “Tell me, sub. And there’s a lot riding on this one. What were you thinking while I was in the bathroom?”
She savored the quick sample, the hint of his sex still tantalizing her taste buds. “I thought about you. I thought about Kemper and Carly.” She wasn’t about to delay her response. If a lot was riding on her reply, she wanted to shoot straight with him.
“Open your mouth, sweet sub.”
She met his demand, opening wide for him. He slowly slipped across her tongue, ground against her throat once, then withdrew again. “When I called out to you, there was a distinct change in your expression. What were you thinking at that exact moment?”
He pulled at his meaty cock, pumping his size up and down. He showed extraordinary interest while he awaited her answer. She tried to focus.
God. Help. Her. Focus.
She was dying for more than a small taste. She wanted him filling her cheeks, thrumming across her tongue, tapping at her throat. She wanted to suck him dry!
“For a split second, I wondered where Kemper and Carly might have honeymooned. I ran through a list of possibilities. Then, right before you called out to me, I stretched my neck, trying to see you. I wanted to spy on you then and I knew in that moment,” she paused and her breath caught in her lungs as she realized what was happening between them. The need and the longing, the indescribable desire he instilled in her was like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
“Go on,” he encouraged her, wetting his lips with his tongue.
He aimed the head of his penis at her nipple and lowered himself to her breast, rubbing against her until she couldn’t think. She couldn’t speak!
“I’ll give you anything you want in exchange for the truth.”
He moved his dick to her mouth again. His wet cockhead pulsed against her sealed lips. She started to speak, dreading the disconnection, the way he’d pull back long enough for her to supply her response.
“I decided I was far more interested in what you were doing.” She looked at him dead-on. “In that moment, I didn’t care where Carly and Kemper were. I just wanted to see you. More than anything else, I wanted you right here beside me.”
Twelve
Her confession was a shot through the heart, one he certainly didn’t need.
Raking his nails through her hair, he jerked her to him. He cradled her head in his left hand and released her right arm. Then, he reached over his left limb to free her left one as well.
Once her arms were loose, he slid down her body, unable to stop himself, unable to return and kiss her lips until he’d tasted her, until he’d locked his tongue deep inside her pussy and brought her to orgasm.
Tucking his hands under her bottom, he lifted her to him. Rubbing his nose against her firm clit, he inhaled her womanly scent. Her arousal drove him. He couldn’t back away then. In fact, he might lie right there between her legs for the rest of the night, teasing and kissing her one minute, thrusting his tongue inside her the very next.
Licking her intoxicating pussy lips, he became addicted to her flavor. He stroked her clit, enjoying the way she writhed and bucked. Ah damn, he could eat her right up.
Instead, he slapped her mound. He glanced up at her, capturing another snapshot moment. Those hooded eyes gleamed with expectancy, a wantonness he’d bet dollars to donuts she’d never known before.
“Anything you ask for the rest of the night is yours,” he promised her, blowing on her clit.
“Anything, Sir?”
“You name it,” he said, realizing he was so out of practice himself that his own need to dominate her had been dampened. She had effectively shattered his control.
And he thought Kapertone was a wannabe? Who had been tried and tested now? They hadn’t even discussed safe words and here he was, ready to throw in his towel and call it a night.
She used her palms and came to a half-seated position. Looking him square in the eye, she said, “I want you to...”
“Say it. If you want it—whatever it is—you can have it. You’ve been honest with me and I trust you to always tell me the truth.” He swirled his fingers around her opening, practically unaware of his effect on her until her womb clenched around the probing digits, pulling and tugging them higher. “I won’t lead you, here, but I will give you whatever it is you want.”
His dick ached. Evidence of his lust dampened his cockhead and oozed over the crest, leaving sticky evidence on his engorged tip, the tip he’d love to sink between her lips again.
“Will you fuck me, Sir?”
“Is that what you want?” he asked, rising above her. His pain was incalculable then. He could’ve sworn his balls were bound at that point.” You’re sure?”
“I’m sure. I’ve always had a mad crush on you.”
“A crush?”
“Yes, Sir.” She cleared her throat. “But this is different.”
“Yes.” He couldn’t argue there. He walked across the room and retrieved his jeans and wallet from the bathroom. Taking out two condoms, he added, “But there’s something you should know, sub. I don’t take sex lightly and if we sleep together, I may not want to let go if Kapertone comes back for you. Do you understand?”