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“What are you going to do to me?” This didn’t bode well. His words had almost sounded like a threat.
“Well, some mouthy little girl wounded my pride. So now we’re going to spend some time proving her wrong.”
“But . . . I don’t think I like the sound of this.” She thought about trying to lag behind, but he had a firm grip on her wrist and seemed quite determined. “Aren’t you finished punishing me?”
“Did I give you that impression? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to mislead you, slave.” He had turned to look at her, and his expression was sinister.
Everly would have come in her panties, if she were still wearing any. No one could look as truly evil as Ambrose did when he had a plan.
She thought about whining, but the bastard would probably like that. Maybe giving him some satisfaction would make him feel more charitable toward her?
He walked her to one of the support columns in the lounge area and backed her against it. “Stay,” he commanded.
Oh God, why did it turn her on so much when he issued commands like she was his pet dog? Probably because she could tell by his expression and the way he held himself that he fully expected her to be an obedient little pet. She waited while he rooted around in his bag, pressing her thighs together to try to give her poor, aching clit some relief.
How did she get herself into this? With a vanilla guy, she just could have said, “Dude, it’s fucking time,” and the guy would do a back handspring then do pretty much anything she asked if it meant he was getting laid. She had a feeling even if she begged Ambrose for relief right now, it wouldn’t divert him from his plan. Masters were so damned stubborn.
Ambrose returned with several silky-looking scarves.
“No, Master, not scarves!” she begged in a mocking tone. “What’s my safeword again? I’m so scared.”
He grumbled something about bratty slaves needing to be taught when to keep their mouths shut, but she stood on her toes and kissed his jaw, then down the side of his neck. He gave an un-Domly purr, and didn’t object when her hand groped at his hard-on. He bit her hard on the neck, and dry humped her against the column, frustrating the hell out of her. She felt a certain amount of satisfaction over the fact that he seemed to be suffering as much as she was.
Desire spiked, and she wondered if she could convince him to forget about fancy bondage shit and just bang her already.
Ambrose spread a staying hand across her upper chest and pulled away from her. “Bad girl. Quit tempting me.”
“But, Master, what kind of slave would I be if I didn’t tempt you?” she simpered up at him, batting her lashes. “I live only to please you.”
He chuckled in spite of himself and shook his head in exasperation. He tied one end of a scarf around her wrist, put it through something above her head, then pulled. Her arm was hauled upward, and he tied the free end to her other wrist. She felt like a sacrifice left for the minotaur. When she looked up to see what he’d looped the scarf through, there was a suspicious-looking O-ring conveniently anchored there. It didn’t seem to serve any other practical purpose.
“You like that? I put that there just for you, for this.” He stepped back and thoroughly eye-fucked her.
She quivered, frowning, ready to start begging.
“Shh. Not much longer, sweet girl.”
He gagged her with the next scarf, tying it behind her head, and used another long one to tie her ribcage against the column, so she was well and truly stuck.
The last length of fabric he shook out and showed to her. “Do you trust me? Can I blindfold you?”
She nodded.
“Can you safeword? Try.”
Her safeword came out garbled but understandable. Ambrose’s wicked grin was the last thing she saw before he covered her eyes and tied the scarf securely.
“Look at what we have here.” He chuckled. “A present! Look at all the pretty ribbons.” Here and there, gentle touches came. Fingers, tongue, the tug of teeth, hands sliding over her skin, small pinches on the ass, plucking at her nipples, tickling the piercing between her legs. It was almost as though he’d hired a team of hands to help out. She widened her stance, silently begging for something more. “Mmm. What a pretty little gift.” His hand went around her throat. “Is this toy mine to play with?”
Everly whined, feeling her sense of self slipping. She nodded her agreement. At that point he could have asked her anything, and she would have done it for him. He played with her gently, teasing, making her quiver and shake. Begging noises came, and when they won her no mercy, she fell silent, other than her breathing, which was loud in her ears. His fingers drifted to the cleft of her ass and followed it downward to her bottom hole.
She whimpered and went up on her toes, but he just followed her movements and did what he pleased, sending jolts of electricity zipping through her. He dribbled something down her ass, and he slicked it back and forth then played there. Something was pushed patiently up inside her, and when it was in, he patted the end of it. It felt like a plug. He fiddled with it, and the damn thing started to buzz deep inside her.
“Oh!”
He chuckled in her ear, and she squirmed, trying to find him with her needy body. Stubbled cheeks grazed her thighs, and a tongue flicked over her slit. Fingers opened her wider there, and his tongue sought out her painfully stiff clit, brushing over it with short, teasing touches, toggling her clit ring until her breaths were ragged gasps. When she’d gotten the damn thing, she’d never realized how much evil a man could do with it.
Just a little more . . . If he would just latch onto her clit and suck for two seconds . . .
Then he was gone, and she shrieked in frustration.
“What’s the matter?” His rough voice growled in her ear. “My toy sounds like she’s suffering. But I’m not hurting you, am I, slave?”
“No, Master.” Her words were garbled but understandable.
“So what, then? Do you need to come?”
Fuck, she’d never had to come so badly in her life. “Yesss,” she hissed around the gag. “Pleeeeease, Master!”
“That’s too bad,” he sighed with mock regret. “At one point I thought I could give you multiple orgasms, but you convinced me I was wrong. Now I may not even be able to give you one.”
Fuck. Okay, well, maybe she deserved that for having said it in a bratty moment, but she’d learned her lesson. Really!
The soft touching started again, and she began to scream and cry. She shrieked in frustration, and he laughed out loud.
“Do you think your little tantrums are going to change my mind? You’re my toy, so that means we’ll play my games. Maybe I won’t let you come at all. Do you think you deserve to come, or have you been a bad, bad girl?”
Desperation seized her. He wouldn’t let her come at all? He couldn’t be serious. But what if he was one of those Dominants who got off on days upon days’ worth of orgasm denial? They’d never really discussed it, and she hadn’t marked it on her list of limits, because she’d never thought of it as a serious possibility.
“Please, please, please . . .” The begging turned into a high-pitched cry, and more sobs.
“My poor little princess. What do you need, sweet girl? Do you need me to leave you alone so you can think about this?”
“Nooooo! No, no. Need to come.” She could feel her hot tears prickling, soaking her blindfold, dripping down her cheeks the way wetness was dripping down her thighs. The thing in her ass was gently buzzing away, as though it had all the time in the world. She was so fucking horny her ovaries were blue. Fuck blue balls. Blue ovaries were ten times worse.
What if this wasn’t even turning him on? What if he was just watching the effects of what he was doing and laughing at her responses?
Master was cruel, and this wasn’t fair. He could fix everything and he chose not to.