Her voice comes in breathy, “I think I’d like to play.”
“Good girl.” My lips curve into a noticeable smile, when she responds with a faint huff of a breath, it’s slow and easy. And sexual. Everything about her right now from her posture and dilated pupils, to the way she’s breathing and clenching her thighs depicts how turned on she is by my approval.
I walk over to the bench while she stays kneeling. I’m highly aware of the other men in the room, but there’s no way they’d approach her. They’d be a dead man if they dared to try.
I want her in my lap while we watch, grinding on my hard cock. She gets up on all fours before I tell her to, eager to come over to me. I wonder if she wants to crawl, if she wants to be degraded. I’ve yet to learn her limits. I’m confident that she doesn’t even know her limits. But I’m going to find them by pushing them.
I need to see what her true fantasy is and how much she can take. It may frighten her, but she’ll thank me in the end.
“Come to me.” I give her the command and wait for her reaction. She immediately crawls to me. Watching her move cat-like across the floor, her bare knees against the cold, hard ground and her nightie riding up high on the back of her thighs while she obeys my command so swiftly, turns me the fuck on. It makes me harder than I’ve ever felt. As soon as she gets to me, I reach down and lift her up by her hips, settling her in my lap. She lets out a gasp at my powerful grip, which only makes my cock throb harder for her.
That sound. I want to hear it again and again and again.
I grip her by the nape of her neck. A powerful hold, yet I’m still gentle, barely holding her still in my grasp. Her body is so much lighter than I had anticipated. It’s easy to move her, to grip her hips and direct her body which way it will go. Feeling the weight of her ass in my lap I can only imagine how easy I can take her. Her petite pear shaped body was meant to take a punishing fuck.
“You came down here for a reason my flower.” My hot breath tickles her cheek causing her to shiver slightly.
“Yes Sir,” she staring straight ahead, but she turns to me looking me in the eyes as she says, “I’m curious.”
The focus of the dungeon is pain. The name is fitting and we’re gathered down here because the things that happen in the confines of these walls may be disturbing to others. I’ve watched Nadine and David before. I enjoy their play. I’ve seen much, much worse. What they do is nothing short of erotic to me.
“Put your hands behind your back.” Lilly looks at me hesitantly, but even as she does, she obeys me, putting both of her hands behind her back and balancing herself by shifting slightly in my lap. I want to get rid of that hesitation. The more she plays with me, the more she’ll learn to trust.
My dick throbs against her soft ass, and I know she has to feel it. I shift in my seat, making sure it presses deep into her flesh, allowing her to feel the pulsating thickness. I want her to know how much I want her.
There are rope ties, leather belts and all sorts of instruments of bondage in a storage bench next to me. Some more of different varieties hang on the wall on hooks to my right. I’m quick to choose hobble for it’s versatility and ease of use. It’s a wide piece of leather fabric with holes in it for the buckle, complete with D rings and O rings so that the band can be used as restraint, like handcuffs or, without the rings, a simple collar. I wrap the leather around her wrist and slip it through the first ring and then do the same to the other before fastening the two ends together with the buckle.
I make sure that both are tightened and fastened all the way so that her wrists are completely restrained behind her.
“I want a safe word,” Lilly speaks quickly, her words laced with fear, as I took the leather strap into the loop. I can practically hear her heart beating faster and faster, mixing in with the sounds of Nadine’s pleasure.
A scowl forms on my face and knots my forehead. I fucking hate safe words. I’ll know her limits before she does. I’m good at reading people and I know the difference between pleasure and pain all too well.
I can feel the eyes of the guards on me, no longer watching the scene unfold in the center of the room. Instead they’re focused on the two of us, and my reaction to her wanting a safe word. My body heats with anger. But I need to get the fuck over it, she’s only just now let me hold her. She’s never done this before. She’ll learn.
“And what would you like that word to be?” I ask her. I don’t miss the look of surprise on the bastard’s face across the room when I give in so easily. I don’t know his name, and I don’t give a fuck; he’s seated across the room and enjoying the show. Not the one starring David and Nadine.
“Lollipop,” Lilly answers quickly.
I almost huff out a laugh at her answer. Lollipop? Does she think this shit is funny? That it’s some sort of a joke? I furrow my brow for a moment and then I nod my head, shoving the anger down. It doesn’t matter if she thinks this is a game, she won’t be thinking that once I’m done with her.
“Lollipop it is then.” I lean forward, placing my lips just barely against the shell of her ear and whisper, “now that I’ve given it to you, you need to make sure that you use it wisely.” Her thighs clench in my lap as she nods her head. I quickly spread her thighs apart, gripping both her knees in my hands and placing her legs outside of my own. That shocked gasp that spills from her lips at how quickly I’ve made her available to me makes my lips curve up.
My hand slips between her thighs, my fingers barely caressing her skin. I make sure that my movements are slow, not so that she can see them coming, but just so I can send a chill of goosebumps down her body as I slide my fingertips along her soft skin. I want her to feel everything. I want her soaking by the time I slide my fingers inside her tight cunt.
I run my finger down the center of her lace panties. And again I whisper, “Next time you’ll take these off before you come here.” A soft moan escapes her lips as I brush my fingernail against her clit, back and forth. “Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir,” she breathes her answer. Her nipples are hardened and poking through the thin fabric of her night gown. I want to take it off and suck her nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them and heightening her pleasure. But not here. Not with everyone watching. I need to take her home. But I have to be patient. She needs to learn and I need to find her limits.
Fuck, she makes me so fucking hard. I want to take her right now, thrusting my dick into that wet, tight pussy of hers.
My back hits the concrete wall as I spread my knees wider which in turn spreads hers. She bites down on her bottom lip, but she has no protests. I push the thin lace fabric away and run my fingers through her soaking wet lips and groan in the crook of her neck. “You’re so ready for me.” Her eyes close as a shiver runs down her body.
I’ll focus on her clit as she watches the scene. She’s so fucking responsive. I’m in awe of how beautiful the subtle changes of her pleasure are on her face.
“You are going to watch what a master does to his slave,” I lean a little closer, gently kissing the lobe of her ear and then adding in a softer voice, “and you’re going to get off to it, but only when I say.”
She nods her head and immediately answers, “Yes, Sir.”