me when I wish it. Just as a cat can choose her master, I can choose mine.”
Belah gripped his shaft again, giving it a slow, tight pull. She slid her palm along his oiled skin and he shuddered, but otherwise didn’t respond. Only in the quiet dark of Nikhil’s mind did she sense the pleas beginning, a silent but fervent prayer to show him mercy when she felt he had earned it. But he was too resolute to withstand what she had to give him to beg outright.
The thought was touching, but she wasn’t quite finished torturing him yet.
She moved away again and reached for the bottle of oil and the other object she’d withdrawn from her toy box. She could feel his eyes on her, observing her actions, along with the vivid sense of his anticipation for what she might surprise him with next. When she held the object up in the lamplight, he struggled in earnest against his bindings.
“No,” he said, eyeing the thick, oblong polished stone that she was liberally coating in oil. It was the same shape as the one she’d used with Nyla, Zeb, and Idrin the week before, only much larger.
“No? You don’t want to watch me fuck myself with this? I know it’s a poor substitute for your glorious cock, but I am feeling somewhat empty at the moment. What did you think I was going to do?”
He relaxed and gave her a sheepish smile. “Shove it up my ass.”
“Oh, is that what I should do? Hmm…” She smirked at him as she settled onto the bed. “That never occurred to me. I might have to try it, now that you mention it.”
Belah continued to muse on the idea while she reclined against her pillows and bent her knees, spreading her thighs for him to get a good view of her cunt. Gripping the dildo with one hand, she teased it through her folds, sliding it between the slick flesh the way she’d slid on his cock the week before. His gaze stayed fixed on the performance, his tongue darting out to lick his lips when she pushed the thick object deep inside herself.
It was one of her favorite toys, its bulbous, egg-like shape more versatile than the more uniformly proportioned dildos in her collection. She absolutely had other intentions with it besides fucking herself, but Nikhil seemed to be enjoying watching her. His eyes were hooded, his gaze fixed on the slow thrust of the dildo in and out of her slick channel. She cupped one breast and arched her back for effect. She could make herself come this way easily—she was primed for it already after the teasing tingle of his aura when she stood near him.
Tonight wasn’t simply about pleasure. Its purpose was to establish parameters for any play going forward. If things went well, he would understand by the end what was acceptable when she agreed to take his place in the shackles, subjected to the kind of humiliation she intended to inflict on him tonight.
The simple thought of their roles being reversed nearly did her in. Belah’s muscles clenched hard around the hot, slick object inside her and she pulled it out before she lost control.
She stood and walked on tingling legs back over to him. As she passed the table she picked up the bottle of oil and ducked under his bound arm to move behind him.
The dildo glistened with her own juices, which might have been enough lubrication for any of the men in her harem, but she suspected Nikhil was untried in the area she was about to explore. She wasn’t cruel; she would make sure he was well prepared before she used it on him. His entire body clenched, but all Belah did was drizzle oil along the tops of his shoulders and let it trickle down his back. She set the dildo down on a nearby table and used both hands to work the oil into his bunched shoulders, massaging the muscles until they warmed and loosened under her touch.
She worked her way down his back, kneading the muscles as thoroughly as she’d stroked his cock. She needed him relaxed, which would be tricky, considering how hard his cock still was. As she reached the base of his
Belah gripped his shaft again, giving it a slow, tight pull. She slid her palm along his oiled skin and he shuddered, but otherwise didn’t respond. Only in the quiet dark of Nikhil’s mind did she sense the pleas beginning, a silent but fervent prayer to show him mercy when she felt he had earned it. But he was too resolute to withstand what she had to give him to beg outright.
The thought was touching, but she wasn’t quite finished torturing him yet.
She moved away again and reached for the bottle of oil and the other object she’d withdrawn from her toy box. She could feel his eyes on her, observing her actions, along with the vivid sense of his anticipation for what she might surprise him with next. When she held the object up in the lamplight, he struggled in earnest against his bindings.
“No,” he said, eyeing the thick, oblong polished stone that she was liberally coating in oil. It was the same shape as the one she’d used with Nyla, Zeb, and Idrin the week before, only much larger.
“No? You don’t want to watch me fuck myself with this? I know it’s a poor substitute for your glorious cock, but I am feeling somewhat empty at the moment. What did you think I was going to do?”
He relaxed and gave her a sheepish smile. “Shove it up my ass.”
“Oh, is that what I should do? Hmm…” She smirked at him as she settled onto the bed. “That never occurred to me. I might have to try it, now that you mention it.”
Belah continued to muse on the idea while she reclined against her pillows and bent her knees, spreading her thighs for him to get a good view of her cunt. Gripping the dildo with one hand, she teased it through her folds, sliding it between the slick flesh the way she’d slid on his cock the week before. His gaze stayed fixed on the performance, his tongue darting out to lick his lips when she pushed the thick object deep inside herself.
It was one of her favorite toys, its bulbous, egg-like shape more versatile than the more uniformly proportioned dildos in her collection. She absolutely had other intentions with it besides fucking herself, but Nikhil seemed to be enjoying watching her. His eyes were hooded, his gaze fixed on the slow thrust of the dildo in and out of her slick channel. She cupped one breast and arched her back for effect. She could make herself come this way easily—she was primed for it already after the teasing tingle of his aura when she stood near him.
Tonight wasn’t simply about pleasure. Its purpose was to establish parameters for any play going forward. If things went well, he would understand by the end what was acceptable when she agreed to take his place in the shackles, subjected to the kind of humiliation she intended to inflict on him tonight.
The simple thought of their roles being reversed nearly did her in. Belah’s muscles clenched hard around the hot, slick object inside her and she pulled it out before she lost control.
She stood and walked on tingling legs back over to him. As she passed the table she picked up the bottle of oil and ducked under his bound arm to move behind him.
The dildo glistened with her own juices, which might have been enough lubrication for any of the men in her harem, but she suspected Nikhil was untried in the area she was about to explore. She wasn’t cruel; she would make sure he was well prepared before she used it on him. His entire body clenched, but all Belah did was drizzle oil along the tops of his shoulders and let it trickle down his back. She set the dildo down on a nearby table and used both hands to work the oil into his bunched shoulders, massaging the muscles until they warmed and loosened under her touch.
She worked her way down his back, kneading the muscles as thoroughly as she’d stroked his cock. She needed him relaxed, which would be tricky, considering how hard his cock still was. As she reached the base of his
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