Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
At some point, there has to be a leap of faith. She’s sure as hell asking me to leap, wanting to go to this fucking engagement party. But what she said, about being strong now… Will I be weak when she’s strong?
She’s continually abandoned herself to me and put herself in my hands, so bravely.
I’ll show her that I can be brave too, and I’ll send her out into the world stronger than she’s ever been.
I’ll fucking leap.
And all the while, there she kneels, so gorgeous, her fall of black hair so silky and smooth, at my feet.
“Strip,” I order. “And follow me.”
She immediately pulls her shirt off her head and discards her bra, then shimmies out of her leggings and underwear, exposing acres of golden skin.
My erection immediately pulses to life. I want to grab her and mount her right here. But that’s too exposed and besides, with as unsteady as I feel, I know a scene will do us both good.
I lead her to the dungeon. The one place where things have always made sense between us. My thudding heartbeat calms as soon as we step into the room. Yes. Calm. Control. It soothes over me like the ocean tide.
Daphne is silent, observing, peeking up even though her head is lowered. Naughty sub.
“Eyes down.” I give her ass a swat.
She lowers her eyes and twitches in place, rubbing her legs together. I grow even harder. She’s as excited for this as I am. Maybe she knows she needs it, too. She said I make her stronger, and she’s going to need that strength if she’s going to go back out in the world to face everyone who cowed her before.
I put my hand on the small of her back and lead her over to the spanking bench.
It’s a custom piece, leather-bound with padded knee-stands and arm rests, along with an amply stuffed chest piece for her to lay face down on without disturbing her nipple piercings.
She climbs on with no inhibitions. So damn brave. I help place her limbs in the correct position. Her pussy is exposed so beautifully and I can already see that she’s wet. She responds so well to her Master.
The rush of adrenaline hits me all at once and we’ve barely even started. I want to ride this high forever.
“Don’t move,” I order, then quickly, I walk to a nearby cabinet and gather supplies. I’m back only moments later, running a smooth length of rope between my fingers.
“Keep still,” I whisper again as I begin to bind her wrists, looping the rope down to her elbows and capturing her in place like a beautiful butterfly pinned to a board, first one arm and then another. I want her to feel the constraint like an embrace, holding her still, folding her in. Keeping her safe.
Then I move to her ankles and repeat the same process there, winding the rope up her calves and binding her in place. Her toes flex in response and I smooth a hand down her skin after I’m done.
“Good girl.”
The bindings have spread her legs even wider, her pussy perfectly exposed. Along with that gorgeous ass of hers.
I can’t help running a hand down her spine and then grabbing both globes in a harsh, massaging grip. She squirms underneath me and uses the smallest, limited bit of movement she has to lift her hips and push more into my grasp.
Her enthusiasm for my touch and our play—gods, it gets me every time. I squeeze harder, digging my thumbs in as I massage her flesh.
But no, I can’t let myself get distracted.
I have a plan. And new toys.
I pull away from her and walk over to the newest toy. I have to wheel it over. She tries to look over her shoulder to see what I’m doing, but I prepared. The bench is angled so that she’s got no view.
“I’ve got a surprise in store for you, pet.”
I prepared it earlier today and I wheel it right up to her opening. I didn’t get the height quite right and I have to make some adjustments. But with just a few turns of the lever, the contraption with the large dildo on a retractable pump is ready to go.
I start slow and add a little lube to the huge, flesh colored vibrator.
I don’t turn it on at first, just wheel it even closer so that she can feel the large silicon cock at the lips of her sex.
I’ve moved over to her side so I can see the look on her face. One of the highest thrills of being a Dom is watching every reaction on her face to each new sensation I introduce.
She’s surprised and, I note, a little disappointed.
“I wish it was you,” she whispers. Her words make my chest tighten in pleasure, but still I lean over and whisper right in her ear, “You have to earn Master’s cock in your pussy.”