fell on that bound slave, Bella winced. Each command from his tight,
hard mouth made her wetter.
She couldn’t take it. She couldn’t. She squeezed her eyes
shut.
“Open them, Bella.” She jumped at Tae’s voice, though it was
whispered in her ear. “Watch.”
A sound that could have been a whimper escaped her but she
obeyed. She watched the film. Watched and wept. For even as she stared at the
screen, even as she listened to the sighs and cries flooding the room, Tae
worked her. He stood behind her, running agonizing trails over her neck, her
shoulder, her belly, her burning ass. He caressed her thighs, her calves, the
ball of her foot—everywhere.
Everywhere but the places that burned, ached for him.
He made his way up her body to her breasts, cupped them,
thumbed a nipple. “You like this, don’t you?” When she didn’t respond, he
pinched them, sending shards of pleasure to her core.
“Y-yes.”
He rubbed her slit, but gently, barely. When he drew his
finger around her throbbing nub, he was careful not to touch.
She lurched and writhed and tried desperately to make
contact. She could not. He wouldn’t allow it. Frustration swamped her. “Tae.”
She panted. “Please.”
He sighed and backed away. She ached at his absence. “Bella,
Bella. When are you going to learn? When you’re wearing my collar, you’re my
slave. I’m your Master.”
Immediately she realized what she’d done. She’d called him
Tae. “I’m sorry, Master,” she cried. “I’m sorry. Please punish me.” She wanted
that. She wanted him to punish her and punish her…and then fuck her.
“Oh, I will.” But he didn’t step to the table. He didn’t
pick up the paddle or the strap or any of the other toys she was drooling over.
Instead, he headed for the stairs.
As he walked away, panic flared. “Where are you going?”
Again, he frowned. Shook his head. She shouldn’t have asked
and she knew it. But she couldn’t help herself. “Just watch the movies.”
“Movies?” As in more than one?
He nodded. “There are three in the queue. I’ll be back when
they’re done.” And, heaven help her, he left.
He left, and he switched off the light.
She remained there in the darkened slave cave, bound to the
rack and forced to watch—and listen to—all her wildest sexual fantasies playing
out on an enormous screen.
And she couldn’t come.
* * * * *
When Tae returned, Bella was sobbing and twitching and
fruitlessly undulating her hips as the last scene of the decadent movies played
out on the screen. And God, he wanted her. He wanted nothing more than to bury
his cock in her cunt and fuck her mindless.
But then he’d wanted her like that all night. It had taken
everything in him to wait until that hint of dawn crept over the horizon.
Why he’d decided on a full night of torment, he didn’t know.
He’d certainly never be doing it again.
Hell, it had nearly killed him.
He didn’t turn on the lights, keeping the cave dark as he
made his way over to the rack. Bella saw him coming and warbled a moan. She
mouthed the word, Please .
Oh yeah. He’d please her. He’d make her come so many times
she wouldn’t know when one orgasm ended and another started. He’d make sure of
it.
He unhooked her feet first and then freed her wrists. She
collapsed into his arms. He lifted her and carried her to the couch, murmuring
into her ear what a good slave she was and how beautiful she was. How patient
she’d been.
When he set her on the cool leather, she groaned. Her hand
moved toward her cunt but then she caught his warning look. She separated her
swollen lips, revealing her clit.
“Please, Master?” she whispered.
Tae was on his knees in a second. He knelt before her,
between her legs, and licked his way up her thigh. God, she was sweet. The
thick cream from her cunt—evidence of hours of arousal—coated her skin,
saturated it with her scent. As he came closer to her slit, she wiggled beneath
him.
He shot her a
hard mouth made her wetter.
She couldn’t take it. She couldn’t. She squeezed her eyes
shut.
“Open them, Bella.” She jumped at Tae’s voice, though it was
whispered in her ear. “Watch.”
A sound that could have been a whimper escaped her but she
obeyed. She watched the film. Watched and wept. For even as she stared at the
screen, even as she listened to the sighs and cries flooding the room, Tae
worked her. He stood behind her, running agonizing trails over her neck, her
shoulder, her belly, her burning ass. He caressed her thighs, her calves, the
ball of her foot—everywhere.
Everywhere but the places that burned, ached for him.
He made his way up her body to her breasts, cupped them,
thumbed a nipple. “You like this, don’t you?” When she didn’t respond, he
pinched them, sending shards of pleasure to her core.
“Y-yes.”
He rubbed her slit, but gently, barely. When he drew his
finger around her throbbing nub, he was careful not to touch.
She lurched and writhed and tried desperately to make
contact. She could not. He wouldn’t allow it. Frustration swamped her. “Tae.”
She panted. “Please.”
He sighed and backed away. She ached at his absence. “Bella,
Bella. When are you going to learn? When you’re wearing my collar, you’re my
slave. I’m your Master.”
Immediately she realized what she’d done. She’d called him
Tae. “I’m sorry, Master,” she cried. “I’m sorry. Please punish me.” She wanted
that. She wanted him to punish her and punish her…and then fuck her.
“Oh, I will.” But he didn’t step to the table. He didn’t
pick up the paddle or the strap or any of the other toys she was drooling over.
Instead, he headed for the stairs.
As he walked away, panic flared. “Where are you going?”
Again, he frowned. Shook his head. She shouldn’t have asked
and she knew it. But she couldn’t help herself. “Just watch the movies.”
“Movies?” As in more than one?
He nodded. “There are three in the queue. I’ll be back when
they’re done.” And, heaven help her, he left.
He left, and he switched off the light.
She remained there in the darkened slave cave, bound to the
rack and forced to watch—and listen to—all her wildest sexual fantasies playing
out on an enormous screen.
And she couldn’t come.
* * * * *
When Tae returned, Bella was sobbing and twitching and
fruitlessly undulating her hips as the last scene of the decadent movies played
out on the screen. And God, he wanted her. He wanted nothing more than to bury
his cock in her cunt and fuck her mindless.
But then he’d wanted her like that all night. It had taken
everything in him to wait until that hint of dawn crept over the horizon.
Why he’d decided on a full night of torment, he didn’t know.
He’d certainly never be doing it again.
Hell, it had nearly killed him.
He didn’t turn on the lights, keeping the cave dark as he
made his way over to the rack. Bella saw him coming and warbled a moan. She
mouthed the word, Please .
Oh yeah. He’d please her. He’d make her come so many times
she wouldn’t know when one orgasm ended and another started. He’d make sure of
it.
He unhooked her feet first and then freed her wrists. She
collapsed into his arms. He lifted her and carried her to the couch, murmuring
into her ear what a good slave she was and how beautiful she was. How patient
she’d been.
When he set her on the cool leather, she groaned. Her hand
moved toward her cunt but then she caught his warning look. She separated her
swollen lips, revealing her clit.
“Please, Master?” she whispered.
Tae was on his knees in a second. He knelt before her,
between her legs, and licked his way up her thigh. God, she was sweet. The
thick cream from her cunt—evidence of hours of arousal—coated her skin,
saturated it with her scent. As he came closer to her slit, she wiggled beneath
him.
He shot her a
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