a cat.
“Don’t move,” he reminded her. A moment later, the cuffs were released and he positioned her so her arms draped over the other side of the bench and down to the floor. A metallic click announced one wrist had been attached to a ring driven into the cement. She yanked at it and found there was no give.
“You can leave me loose,” she told him. “I won’t move.” 47
Brynn Paulin
It wasn’t true. She was worried about what was coming. She wanted to be able to dart for the door if need be. If she went screaming for the exit of Pleasure Palace with the dungeon master on her heels, would people help her or help him? Would they think it was just a game and look away?
“I think maybe you might need a little help.” His fingers closed around the other wrist and he dragged it to join the other. The lock clicked into place as he fastened the cuff to the same loop as the other.
“Lift up a little,” he told her.
She couldn’t move. Her breaths came in shuddering pants as she pressed her face into the cushion of the bench. She couldn’t do this. She needed to leave. For the first time since entering the dungeon she felt truly helpless. He could do anything and she couldn’t stop him.
“Jessica?”
“I’m scared,” she admitted. He’d told her to be completely honest. She hoped it didn’t backfire on her.
Gently, he lifted her and pulled the bench from beneath her.
“Elbows down,” he told her, at the same time he guided her into position. Her arms stretched out in front of her, her ass stretched up in the air as she knelt. He stroked his hand over it and onto her bowed back.
“My sweet slave. This is what you wanted. Total release from responsibility. Total surrender. Total loss of control and power. You are entirely mine. At my mercy.” Oh God! Why did her body have to respond at the idea of being completely at his whim?
He slid a small, thin pillow beneath her head. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself against the cement when you jerk. You’re scared right now but in a few moments, you’ll learn that with the flog comes pleasure. Your body will experience things you’ve never 48
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imagined and you’ll never want to leave. You’ll crave more. You’ll want me to do more.”
She couldn’t imagine it, yet she’d never imagined being this aroused before. Heck, she’d never imagined any of this—any of her secret dreams—coming to fruition before.
Dreams will become reality…
Thank you Madam Zelda, Jessica thought. Duly noted.
The waiting was the worst part. Regardless of what the psychic had said when she’d scanned the cards, Jessica didn’t foresee this going well. Her captor—when she thought about it, that’s what he really was—didn’t seem inclined to want to get on with things. It was a head game. He was just fucking with her. Putting her in this ridiculous, revealing, unfortunately arousing position. Watching her without really touching.
Making her feel totally helpless without her control. Was that all this was about?
Playing with her?
Please, he couldn’t be toying with her. She needed to fuck almost more than she needed to breathe. Even the air touching her exposed pussy was driving her need higher. She shifted, adjusting the weight on her knees and flexing her inner muscles. If she rushed home her vibrator would help with this relentless need. She wouldn’t make any stops—except darn it, she needed batteries. She’d just have to make do without the vibrating function. She was vibrating enough to do the job anyway. The way she was feeling, she could pickup and screw the clerk from the 7-11 right on the counter, security camera running and all.
“If I ask really nicely and tell you I’m done playing and I want to go home, would you let me go please?”
“No.”
“I’m serious. I know you get paid to do this whole thing… I’m sorry. I’m done. I won’t ask that my friend’s money get refunded. I’d just really like to go
“Don’t move,” he reminded her. A moment later, the cuffs were released and he positioned her so her arms draped over the other side of the bench and down to the floor. A metallic click announced one wrist had been attached to a ring driven into the cement. She yanked at it and found there was no give.
“You can leave me loose,” she told him. “I won’t move.” 47
Brynn Paulin
It wasn’t true. She was worried about what was coming. She wanted to be able to dart for the door if need be. If she went screaming for the exit of Pleasure Palace with the dungeon master on her heels, would people help her or help him? Would they think it was just a game and look away?
“I think maybe you might need a little help.” His fingers closed around the other wrist and he dragged it to join the other. The lock clicked into place as he fastened the cuff to the same loop as the other.
“Lift up a little,” he told her.
She couldn’t move. Her breaths came in shuddering pants as she pressed her face into the cushion of the bench. She couldn’t do this. She needed to leave. For the first time since entering the dungeon she felt truly helpless. He could do anything and she couldn’t stop him.
“Jessica?”
“I’m scared,” she admitted. He’d told her to be completely honest. She hoped it didn’t backfire on her.
Gently, he lifted her and pulled the bench from beneath her.
“Elbows down,” he told her, at the same time he guided her into position. Her arms stretched out in front of her, her ass stretched up in the air as she knelt. He stroked his hand over it and onto her bowed back.
“My sweet slave. This is what you wanted. Total release from responsibility. Total surrender. Total loss of control and power. You are entirely mine. At my mercy.” Oh God! Why did her body have to respond at the idea of being completely at his whim?
He slid a small, thin pillow beneath her head. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself against the cement when you jerk. You’re scared right now but in a few moments, you’ll learn that with the flog comes pleasure. Your body will experience things you’ve never 48
On Your Knees
imagined and you’ll never want to leave. You’ll crave more. You’ll want me to do more.”
She couldn’t imagine it, yet she’d never imagined being this aroused before. Heck, she’d never imagined any of this—any of her secret dreams—coming to fruition before.
Dreams will become reality…
Thank you Madam Zelda, Jessica thought. Duly noted.
The waiting was the worst part. Regardless of what the psychic had said when she’d scanned the cards, Jessica didn’t foresee this going well. Her captor—when she thought about it, that’s what he really was—didn’t seem inclined to want to get on with things. It was a head game. He was just fucking with her. Putting her in this ridiculous, revealing, unfortunately arousing position. Watching her without really touching.
Making her feel totally helpless without her control. Was that all this was about?
Playing with her?
Please, he couldn’t be toying with her. She needed to fuck almost more than she needed to breathe. Even the air touching her exposed pussy was driving her need higher. She shifted, adjusting the weight on her knees and flexing her inner muscles. If she rushed home her vibrator would help with this relentless need. She wouldn’t make any stops—except darn it, she needed batteries. She’d just have to make do without the vibrating function. She was vibrating enough to do the job anyway. The way she was feeling, she could pickup and screw the clerk from the 7-11 right on the counter, security camera running and all.
“If I ask really nicely and tell you I’m done playing and I want to go home, would you let me go please?”
“No.”
“I’m serious. I know you get paid to do this whole thing… I’m sorry. I’m done. I won’t ask that my friend’s money get refunded. I’d just really like to go
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