“Do you want this?” he asked her.
“Yes, please, Sir,” she said, her lips brushing the sensitive skin of his swollen crown.
“You may taste it.”
Her tongue slipped over her lower lip. “Thank you, Sir.” As he watched, she slid her tongue out farther, worked it beneath his thick shaft. Curling it around the underside of his cock, she slicked its entire length as her tongue retracted back into her mouth.
“Did you like that?” he asked her.
Her head gave a small nod.
“How much do you want to feel my cock inside your mouth? How much do you want to taste my cum?”
She squirmed, but only slightly, as though she hoped he wouldn’t notice. “I really want to taste you, Sir.”
“You will,” he promised. “If you behave.”
Taking a step back, he knelt before her and selected the bottle of water. Drips snaked their way over the woman’s chin as he tipped the bottle against her lips. She didn’t complain, though, and he offered no apology. He never apologised.
He allowed her to empty half of the bottle before setting it aside and studying the woman yet again.
As though awaiting what might come next, she sat quietly, lips no longer dry from her days of capticity, but glossy with moisture, and Chase opened the paper bag. From the carton inside, he drew out a piece of sticky, sweet-scented chicken. The woman’s nose twitched as he drew it toward her, her lips parting as he brushed the food over them. As she accepted the offering, her tongue darted out, stole the sauce from his fingers.
Chase froze in place, a body created of rigidity and ice.
As if realising her mistake, she frowned. “I’m sorry, Sir. Forgive me.”
If Chase had come to the room in need of arousal, he would have taken one of the paddles down for the insubordination. Smacked her until welts formed and she cried out in pain. Taught her that she should never take without permission
His cock was already too hard, though. He needed to get past the preliminaries as soon as possible.
“This time,” he said. “Next time, you will be punished.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
One piece after another, Chase fed the chicken to the woman, and as he did so, he wondered how much longer he would keep her there. How much longer she’d hold up before she begged for release.
She’d already been with him for nine days.
As soon as the food tray had emptied, he carried the rubbish across and dropped it by the door, ready for disposal.
Although not big, her breasts stood firm and proud, her nipples poking at the air, thanks to the room’s temperature Chase had set to just the right side of cool without freezing her to death. A narrow waist led to full hips, and those full hips dipped inward toward a crotch that’d been hairless when she’d first arrived—a crotch Chase had had minimal contact with during the nine days he’d held her.
Just another element of the control he so fucking craved.
“Are you ready?” he asked her.
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
He reached out a hand and enclosed her throat within his fingers. Tight enough to support. Tight enough to restrict. “Stand.”
Her legs trembled on her push to her feet. Although she didn’t grumble, she didn’t quite manage to suppress a whimper at the movement, nor with each of the following steps she took as Chase led her toward the structure in the centre of the room.
Within the wooden frame, he positioned her to face him before rounding her until he stood at the structure’s rear. From there, he studied her naked ass. The almost healed striations from where she’d been punished four days prior. The bruising left behind by bites on her shoulder. He also untied the rope holding her hands captive.
Selecting one of the leather cuffs hanging down from the upper side of the frame, he worked her left arm upward and enclosed her wrist within the restraint, ignoring yet another small whimper as he did the same with her right arm. After rounding the frame to her front again, he crouched down and repeated the process, strapping each of her ankles into two cuffs at each of the bottom corners of the wooden device.
Straightening, he watched her features for complaint. For acquiescence. Aside from a slight tightening to her brows, probably from her arms being stretched upward after being behind her all day, her features seemed still.
“Do you want to feel pleasure?” he asked her.
“Yes, Sir.” Chase didn’t move, but stared hard at her, as if she would feel his expression, and as if she had, she corrected herself. “Yes, please, Sir. Please, I would. Sir.”
Smiling to himself, he went to the shelving at the back of the room, from where he selected a small black device with wires coiled atop it and carried it back to the woman.
He reached up for the cuff around her left wrist and, loosening the pin holding it in place, slid it down the side of the frame until level with his chest, where he re-secured it. Although she didn’t grumble, she didn’t quite manage to suppress a gasp at the sudden movement, nor when Chase did the same with her right arm.
Each of the thin wires he uncoiled led to a small clamp. Taking the first one, he opened the thinly-padded teeth. As he folded them over the woman’s left nipple, she let out a breath, her lips staying open while he prepared the second clamp. With its clenching over her right nipple, she released a soft moan.
“More?” he asked.
“Yes, please, Sir,” she whispered.
“Legs,” he ordered.
She spread her thighs as widely as the frame would allow.
Reaching down, Chase watched her face as he slipped a finger along her folds and located her clitoris. Already swollen, the sensitive flesh all but begged for attention, and pinching it between his finger and thumb, he tugged it outward, affixed a third clamp around it with little finesse, his cock jolting toward the woman when she let out a gasp.
“Down,” he told her.
As he’d directed, she sank her knees to the bottom supporting beam he’d had embedded into the floor, her arms cinching above her head again in their restraints, her cunt positioned over a urinal that’d been plumbed into the flooring beneath her.
If Chase had been about pleasuring her alone, he could have left her standing, but without her arms extended for support, he doubted she would have remained standing for long. Not once he clicked the device’s switch from off to on.
A small bracket had been attached to the left side of the frame, and Chase worked the device into it, uncaring of the sounds she emitted when doing so tugged at the clamp near her cunt.
“Open your mouth for me, and you will be rewarded.”
The woman obeyed, and Chase stepped forward until the heat of her breath washed over his cock and made it swell almost to its full proportion.
“Do you want to be rewarded?” he asked.
“Yes, please, Sir,” she said, before opening her mouth wide once more.
Gripping the back of her neck with his hand, Chase guided her mouth forward. As soon as she reached him, her lips folded around the swollen head of his cock and her cheeks contracted with the suction of her mouth.
Tipping his face to the ceiling, he closed his eyes, expelled a held breath. “Good,” he praised. “More.”
With his cock in her mouth, he barely understood the compliant reply, but the vibration from her throat just made him even fucking harder, and he tugged her head farther forward, shoved his cock in a little more.
“Good girls always get rewarded,” he said, and at her garbled reply, he stretched a hand toward the black device, not even bothering to open his eyes as his fingers glided over the familiar buttons until he’d found the one he wanted. With only a light compression from his forefinger, the woman’s body jerked and her mouth tightened around his cock.
Leaving the clamps humming over her puckered flesh, Chase tightened his hand around her nape, threaded the fingers of his other hand through the hair of her crown, and held her exactly where he wanted her as he thrus
t his cock deep into her throat.
The gagging sound she made had him pulling back and slamming into her again.
Then again.
The mewling cries she made when he retracted for the third time had him fisting his hand even tighter within her hair, while the twisted flexing of her fingers, telling him the clamps were treating her exactly as planned, made him wish he’d taken the time to select a butt plug, as well.
Not that it mattered, anymore. Chase calculated she had around three minutes until climax, which meant he had only a little more himself.
With her head held firmly within his grasp, her mouth gaping and hot and wet, so fucking wet, he drove his hips forward, crammed his cock in right to its base, his eyes opening as he lowered his chin to watch the exact moment she came. To see the stretch of her lips, the strain of her cheeks. The fucking vulnerability of a woman who’d allow herself to be treated in such a way.
Except as his gaze fell on the woman, he no longer saw hair a shade of chestnut. No longer saw the lightly bronzed shoulders like those before him.
Instead, his mind imagined pale hair carrying hints of ginger wrapped around his fingers. Eyes of the palest blue closed tight beneath that mask. And envisioned breasts fuller than he’d first realised bouncing about with each hit of pleasure against her core, each slap of his balls against her chin.
It didn’t take a genius to recognise the woman in his mind, as the first spasm hit his body and he grunted out a cry alongside the violent eruption from his cock.
Abi fucking O’Shay.
***
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