Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
He was fully within his rights as a trainer to command her to drop to her knees and worship his cock. But even as the thought occurred to him, he rejected it. He didn’t want to send any mixed signals that might leave her thinking he was sexually attracted to her.
Who was he kidding? He was sexually attracted to her. But that didn’t mean he had to give in to his impulses. The Enclave Doms had entrusted her training to him. He wasn’t there to satisfy his own lust.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t control her orgasm.
“It’s time for your punishment.” Grabbing his gear bag, he unzipped it and pulled out a long piece of his special linen Kinbaku rope. “Hold out your arms. I’m going to bind your wrists.”
Beau looped one end of the soft, sturdy rope around her left wrist and the other around her right, leaving several feet of rope between the two so she would have full range of movement.
“Now, lie down on the carpet on your side, one leg atop the other, knees bent,” he directed.
Instead of instantly obeying, Lia’s mouth worked as if she was about to say something.
“The only thing I want to hear from you right now is, ‘Yes, Sir,’” he said preemptively. “Do as you’re told.”
After a moment’s hesitation, she replied, “Yes, Sir,” and dropped to the carpet.
As she positioned herself, Beau opened his gear bag and removed a long piece of hemp rope—not nearly as soft as his Kinbaku rope. He tied a series of knots into the rope at two-inch intervals, leaving several inches on either side to use as handles.
Crouching beside her, he handed her the length of knotted hemp. “Position the rope between your labia and use the knots to masturbate. Lift your top knee and keep your leg up high for the duration of this punishment so I can see exactly what you’re doing. I want the rope held taut so you can really feel those knots rubbing against you. Your only lubrication will be your own juices. If you think you’re going to come, ask for permission first.”
Biting her lower lip, Lia lifted her top knee, fully exposing her pretty cunt. She placed the rope between her legs as directed, some of the knots hidden in the folds of her dark pink labia.
“Go,” he commanded.
She moved the rope tentatively at first, the knots sliding seductively along her slit.
“Harder,” he directed. “Faster.”
She obeyed, wincing as the knotted hemp rubbed between her delicate folds. Sexual masochist that she was, the pain no doubt only added to her pleasure. It wasn’t long before she was breathing hard, her nipples erect, her labia engorged and glistening.
“Now lie on your back and let your knees flop open so I have a good view,” Beau directed. “Rub yourself like you did when you were stealing that orgasm in the shower. Show me how you can come. And don’t forget to ask permission.”
She looked sexy as hell in the rope collar and cuffs. Her cunt was reddened from the hemp, her labia spread like sticky orchid petals. She winced slightly as she brought her right hand between her legs. After a moment, she began to rub herself, slowly at first, and then with more abandon.
It wasn’t long before her breath again quickened to a pant. Her slender fingers flew over her sex. When her eyes started to flutter shut, he said, “Keep your eyes open and focused on me. Don’t look away.”
There was fire in those golden eyes as she locked gazes with him. She was a strong, passionate woman. He looked forward to harnessing and controlling that passion as he helped her in her quest for true submission.
Her eyes still locked on his, a tremor shivered through her body. “Please, Sir. May I come?” she gasped.
In response, he reached for the rope that bound her wrists and forcibly jerked her hand from between her legs.
Her eyes widened in surprise.
“Absolutely not,” he said, using the rope to haul her to her feet. “This is your punishment—arousal without release. Let this be a reminder that I own that body for the next six days. The next time you climax while under my control, if and when that time ever comes, you’ll have earned it.”
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Tears of frustration sprang to Lia’s eyes. She blinked them away as she tried to regain control of herself. She’d already been painfully aroused by his playing with her while they watched the auction. The added combination of pleasure from the stimulation juxtaposed with the erotic pain caused by the rough hemp knots had been enough to push her over the edge. His forcing her to keep her eyes on his had added a new level of intensity like nothing she’d ever experienced.
That in itself was an anomaly. While she’d been in sexual situations with Doms before where they’d required her to masturbate in front of them, she’d always remained more or less in control of the process. It was almost as if a part of her would step outside her own body, watching along with the guy as she went through the motions. She would eventually manage to climax, but usually she did so by closing her eyes and imagining something other than whatever was happening in the moment.