25
Kelly
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Kendra strapped face-down to the bed and panting into the silk sheets.
My cock twitched at the gorgeous sight. Reaching my hand down, I squeezed my cock stiff, ballooning my head a deep shade of purple. I lingered on her body for another quiet minute, appreciating each soft curve that I adored more than anything, before turning my attention back to the closet.
I tapped my toe on the wood floor, considering which option of punishment she was going to receive. It was important I didn’t forget how well she obeyed my every command once we were safely closed inside my penthouse apartment.
She listened when I told her to undress as I watched.
She listened as I told her to tie the scarf over her eyes.
And she nodded when I told her that she should be careful what she asked me to do when I bound her to the four corners of my California king.
Here, my options seemed endless. I could do anything I wanted. All these toys were new, recently purchased, knowing that the time would come when I would be able to use them on my sweet Kendra.
Because a time would come—though maybe not today—a time would come.
I couldn’t ignore the severity of what implications might come from the looming decision I was about to make. The stakes were high and I knew that the fate of our relationship rested solely in the palms of my hands.
Stroking my shaft, I shifted my weight to my opposite leg.
Kendra kicked her feet and jerked the chain, causing it to rattle. Turning my head, I could see her pussy wet with desire, yearning for me to relieve the aching pulse working her insides over.
My chest tightened and my core burned.
One wrong move on my part and she would break, go back to that fragile girl that seemed to still be living somewhere deep inside of her. And that was what had me most curious. I wanted to know who that girl was and what her reasons for crying were. There was a reason for it. There always was. And if she couldn’t tell me what those reasons were, then maybe I could use sex to get her to talk.
Reaching inside the drawer I pulled out anal beads, knowing that this would get her to open her mouth and tell me what it was that was bothering her.
Hearing the chains rattle behind me, it was like Kendra could hear my thoughts playing out inside my head. Her patience was waning. But learning to wait—biting back the intense desire I knew was burning inside her, too—was a practiced art and I was determined to teach her the skill today.
Stroking the beads between my fingers, I could only imagine the intense, searing burn Kendra would feel as I worked each ball past her very tight muscle.
The chains rattled once again and I knew Kendra’s mind was racing to know what exactly I was doing, what I was preparing to bring back to the bed with me. It was all part of my strategy to get her to open up and confess. I’d make her wait before driving her to the edge only to retreat again and again until she was begging me to give her the release her body craved.
Setting the beads back where I found them, I exchanged them for a pair of nipple clamps.
Smirking, I thought how I could attach these to a cock ring and with each thrust they would tug on her nipples and make her sing into submission.
But, then again, I didn’t want to push her too far like the last time I caused her to break. No, I had to be careful in my pursuit of complete dominance.
Dropping my chin to my chest I closed my eyes.
Kendra’s fragile mind was what was making my decision so damn hard. It didn’t matter what she thought I wanted from her. Submission wasn’t about breaking a person down. It was about using pain to find intense pleasure, allowing them to discover their own escape. And even though those were the exact things I needed after my morning with Kaycee I knew that when it was over, none of that would satisfy my own needs—at least not until I was certain Kendra could survive the punishment without first completely shattering.
Glancing over my shoulder, my pulse raced out of control.
Pumping my shaft, I turned my head back around and that was when I saw it. It was perfect. There it was, shining in the light as if calling me to tell me this was what Kendra needed—what we both needed.
Extending my arm, I took the dildo into my hands and turned back to Kendra. Two steps later I was raking my splayed fingers over her hot, quivering body. First up her legs, between her soft thighs, up and over her gorgeous firm ass, before reaching around to wedge my hand beneath her stomach.
Kendra sucked in a breath and I grinned at her fluttering belly.
She was angelic. Her pussy lips glistening pink and soft, it took every muscle in my body to control my darkest urges to plunder her goods without remorse. I wanted to be inside her playing, spreading, licking.
God, she was flawless.
Stepping to the head of the bed, I bent down and pressed my lips to her apple-red cheek.
Her lips curled into a smile and I couldn’t peel my eyes away from her. She was stunningly beautiful with a youthful innocent glow. I felt guilty for being part of the reason it would someday spoil. But her look was also deceiving in who she really was.
The bed crumbled under my weight as I climbed over her and positioned myself between her spread legs. Taking my cock at the base, I placed the head at her slick entrance and squeezed it inside her.
All four chains pulled tight as Kendra adjusted to my thick girth.
Slowly, I began to thrust shallow strokes in and out of her tight cunt that kept me hard and filled with agony. She had so much spunk for a woman who appeared to be innocent.
She arched her back and changed the angle of my penetration despite her limbs being bound to the bed. Only a girl with sexual experience could have made a move like that.
My hips rocked back and forth, circling my hardness against her velvety walls.
No, Kendra wasn’t as innocent as she looked.
My hand took a fist full of her fleshy ass and I held on tight as I jabbed into her quickly.
She moaned and mewed, reminding me that I had to leave her before the intensity building inside me grew any hotter. “Remember, don’t speak unless asked,” I said, pulling out of her.
Her body writhed against the mattress in protest of the sudden loss.
Settling my face against her pussy, I lapped between her folds, knowing that I couldn’t go any further without first stealing a quick taste. The sweet nectar of her juices was an immediate reminder of what it was I was fighting for—what kind of lover I was training her to be. She wasn’t innocent. Far from it. Innocent souls didn’t break down and drift off into space the way she did. Only broken ones did.
When her breath labored, I climbed back up on all fours and lunged myself back inside her. Again, my thrusts were slow to begin, then grew with intensity as I got drunk on the incredible way she felt. There was nothing better than this, than her.
Her pussy squeezed my cock and I lunged hard and deep, holding her hips down firmly to the bed with my weight. And just when I felt myself about to come, I pulled out and climbed off, leaving her body begging me to come back.
Even with her face hiding behind the black blindfold, I knew she wasn’t happy to have me quit. But coming inside her wasn’t the goal. The mission was to get her to open up and tell me everything—no more secrets, no more deception, only truth.
I set both of her wrists free. First her left, then moving around the bed to do the other. Then I moved to her ankles, flipping her around before spreading her legs and clipping them back to the corner, locking her in place, preventing her from moving. “Remove the blindfold,” I said in a deep, husky voice.
She slowly reached up to her face and pulled the scarf back over her head, revealing her eyes. Her gorgeous green gaze traveled the entire length of my naked body. My cock was pulsing, clenching my stomach and painfully hard. I ached to be inside her—losing myself in the pleasure she offered—but there was something else I had in mind.
Reaching to the bed stand behind her, I picked up the vibrating dildo I had taken from the closet and set it down next to her thigh. Without saying a word I backed away, letting my feet fall flat to the floor.
Kendra glanced down at the curved, balled, dildo. “Kelly—”
“Don’t talk,” I said firmly, taking my cock into my hand.
She nodded, wetting her lips.
“Only listen.”
She nodded again and I watched her pulse tick fast in her neck.
“There is something going on with you. I don’t know what that is and I refused at first to believe it was true. But now I know.” My hand tightened around my shaft. “Maybe I was too blinded by my own desire to be the first to recognize it myself, but until you can let me help you this is how we’re going to continue to fulfill our contractual agreement.”
“Kelly,” her eyes pleaded with me, “I wish I could explain—”
“Don’t talk.” I held up my hand. “Now’s not the time to explain.”
Her chest rose and I let my gaze fall to her beaded nipples. I could taste them from memory, knew how much I loved them in my mouth, clamped between my teeth. I wanted to touch her—smooth my hands across every inch of her body—but I knew that the consequences of going any further than I already had were too grave. There was the potential of another fallout, and that was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.
She watched me stroke my cock, licking her lips as if she wanted them wrapped around it. “You want to get fucked?” I asked, taking a step closer to her.
She nodded.
My dick twitched at the way she was looking at me—eyes burning with sexual desire. “Then take that dildo and slide it into your wet pussy and show me how much you wish it was me playing in there.”
She swallowed hard before glancing at the dildo.
“Take it.” I lowered my gaze. “You know you want it.” Widening my stance, I started to work myself harder.
As if she didn’t want to feel left out, Kendra picked up the dildo and brought the tip of it to her moist entrance, still pulsing from when I was stretching her only moments ago. She wet the tip, then plunged it fully inside her. Her head tipped back as she cried out.
My stomach flexed at the sight. She was so incredibly hot. I knew that I could find my own release at the mere sight of her. Though I’d much prefer her lips wrapped around my cock than my own hand, watching her drive herself higher and higher was doing things to me that I never expected. Slowly guiding my wrist back and forth I asked, “What’s our safe word?”
Kendra’s head lifted forward, and through heavily seduced lids she spat, “Angel.”
“Yes, you are.” I began stroking myself again after Kendra flashed me an angry look.
She wouldn’t be needing to use it tonight. Not a chance. I just wanted to hear her say it, to make her angry with the thought of the woman she hated interfering with our sex life, coming between us right before I was about to make her climax.
Her lids fluttered closed as she continued to grind herself down over the dildo.
“Tell me, what does it feel like?”
“Not as good as if you were fucking me,” she moaned.
Tonight was all for me. I needed to see how she reacted after she got herself off. If she would become the person she was the last couple times we fucked. It was important I knew how she reacted after I attempted to touch her, and how I refused to allow her to touch me. She couldn’t break down. I couldn’t allow it to happen and I wouldn’t give her the orgasm she craved, instead I’d make sure she drove herself to the edge to make certain I wasn’t the cause of her torment.
“You’re so beautiful. You see how hard you have me?”
Her eyes flickered open. She took a minute to stare at my manhood before she nodded.
“You do this to me. You make me this fucking hard.” I squeezed and stroked harder, grinding through gritted teeth. “There is no other woman in my life. You are my woman.” I groaned and squeezed my eyes tightly shut. “Fuck yourself as hard as I am.”
I could hear Kendra working herself harder, pushing herself closer to the edge of no return. Soon, her cries filled the air, and when I knew she was close I shouted, “Now pull it out.”
She stopped, and so did I. Our gazes locked, and together we stared into each other’s eyes as we both fought to catch our breath. I was teaching her what it meant to be a submissive—my submissive—and she would do as I said.
“Now turn on the vibrator.”
She flipped the switch and the quiet buzz of the device filled the room.
“Stick it in your pussy,” I paused to lick my lips, “and make yourself come.”
She did exactly as I said without protest. This was good. She was good. Because it was important that we established our roles in the relationship we shared sooner rather than later. I didn’t only need her to obey when in the bedroom. The rules transferred over to daily life, too. It was important that she understood that.
“Grab your tit and play with it.”
Her fingers dug into her soft globe, massaging it through mewling pants. The dildo was slick with her juices and I was incredibly jealous that it wasn’t my dick covered in her arousal. Kendra rolled her head and when her abs flexed, I knew she was extremely close.
Working myself harder, not wanting to be left out—she was a reflection of me as much as I was of her—and together we would come.
Her head fell back between her shoulders as she cried.
“Now stop.”
Kendra’s hand stopped moving between her legs and she flashed me an annoyed look. Understandably so. But it had to be like this.
“Ask me who I was with earlier.”
Her brow arched and her lips parted.
“Now fuck yourself.” My gaze dropped to her sex.
Kendra took the device inside her once again. “Who was she?”
“Harder!”
She touched the vibrator to her clit and her mouth rounded.
“Harder!”
“Oh, fuck!” she screamed. “Who was the woman you were with?!”
“Now come!”
Kendra’s face twisted as she shuddered through her climax. Feeling my own release working its way up I stepped closer to her, and as she was still shaking through her own orgasm I shot my hot semen over her chest and belly, coating her with my mark.
“Who was she, Kelly?”
Shaking my dick over her body, I growled until the last drop. Then I turned around and walked away. “You’ll be staying here with me until I say otherwise.”