Page 39 of Kaid's Empire

“She will have it, and with the matching purse,” Kaid orders to the shop keeper.

“Kaid!” I hiss. “That’s a three thousand euro purse! I don’t need it.”

He grabs my arm, firmly pulling me to him. “I didn’t say you needed it. You like, you want it, I'm buying it for you. No more arguments or there will be punishments,” he growls.

I smile and bite my bottom lip purposefully to goad him. I reach up to whisper in his ear. “You know, I am starting to think you are full of empty threats. You threaten to punish me a lot but never do.”

“Kroschka,” he growls in warning. I run my tongue along my bottom lip, smiling. “Don’t test my patience,” he warns.

I do test his patience for the remainder of the shopping trip, it’s fun and he is so easy to rile up. We get in the car to travel back to the dock, and he grabs hold of the back of my neck, tightly. “You wanted to be punished, Kroschka, prepare yourself, because as soon as we step foot on that boat, you're mine to do with as I please.” His words have me clenching my thighs together for relief.

“Well, if we are going to end up being stuck on that boat for the next however many days, I figured I may as well make it fun.” I wink.

He didn’t lie, as soon as we step one foot on the yacht, he orders the staff to take the bags up, then he picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I giggle and try to wiggle free, but he just grips tighter and slaps my behind. We enter his room, and he kicks the door closed behind us. He stands at the foot of the bed and throws me down on it. I laugh as I bounce.

“Take your clothes off,” he orders.

“And what I don’t?” I ask, testing him.

His glare pins me. I smile and hold up my hands in surrender. I remove my clothes until I'm stood naked before him. He removes his clothes, leaving his black suit trousers on and hanging loosely off his hips. “Lay on the bed, legs and arms spread,” he orders. I bite my lip, excited for what he has planned as I do as I'm told.

He moves around the room, opening and closing drawers. He comes back with red rope, ties a piece around my ankle and attaches it to the bed post. He then does the same to the other leg. He glides his hands from the inside of my ankles and up to the apex of my thighs, stopping just before my centre. I moan, feeling frustrated and turned on.

He climbs on the bed to the side of me. “Lift your head,” he orders. I lift my head off of the bed. He uses one of his ties to blindfold me, and he brushes his lips over mine, teasing me.

“Kaid,” I whimper. I'm so aroused already, and I feel like I am about to combust.

“I told you not to push me, Kroschka, we are only just beginning,” he threatens as he glides his finger down my body and over my breast, stopping to roll my nipple between his fingers. He continues gliding his hand down over my stomach, to between my legs. I whimper as he slides his finger inside me.

“You're already soaked for me,” he rasps. He removes his finger and I groan in protest. “Hmm, your taste is like my drug, I can’t get enough of it. Taste what I taste,” he orders, running his finger along my bottom lip. I open my mouth and suck on his finger, tasting myself on him. I hear him moan. “Good.”

He removes his finger. “Keep your mouth open,” he orders. I do as I'm told, and I feel the head of his dick across my lips. I smile and lift my head slightly, taking him in my mouth, and I moan. “I'm going to fuck your defiant little mouth and you're going to swallow every last drop of me,” he orders. I moan in agreement, wanting exactly that. If this is his punishment, I will piss him off more often.

He thrusts himself into my mouth, taking control. I feel his fingers on my clit, circling, and I moan in pleasure. “You like sucking on my dick? You like it that I’m in control?” He pants. I moan loudly as I feel the pleasure build within me. Suddenly he removes his fingers, making me whimper. He takes hold of my hair and thrusts forward, fucking my mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans, spilling himself down my throat. He pants for a moment before moving away, and I lick my lips.

I feel the bed shift. “Tell me, Kroschka, do you want my fingers?” he asks, sliding his fingers inside me. I moan, arching my back, but he soon removes them. “Or do you want my mouth?” he asks before his tongue circles my clit.

“Oh God,” I cry out, but then he stops. “Kaid,” I cry, desperate for release.

“Or do you want my dick?” he asks, thrusting himself deep inside me.

I nod and try moving my hips for some sort of friction as he just stills inside me, not moving. “What if I gave you both my dick and fingers?” he asks, rolling his hips while his finger circles my clit.

“Fuck!” I buck, pleasure building. Then he stops. “Kaid!” I yell, feeling so aroused and so pissed off, needing anything, just some friction for my release.

“I told you not to test me. I warned you that you would be punished.” He groans.

“Please,” I beg, trying to move my hips, but he holds me still, stopping me from getting any relief.

“Say you’re mine,” he demands.

“I'm yours,” I breathe.

He thrusts inside me and stops. “Tell me you love me,” he orders.

“I love you,” I whimper. He thrusts again, rolling his hips. “Yes,” I moan, and he stops again. “No!” I cry out in protest.

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