Page 7 of Cruel Dominion

I told her to stretch her arms out in front of her. She flinched as the cold metal tightened around her wrists. They knew not to touch me during sex but mistakes happened, and she was already on notice after that bullshit in the foyer.

When I had a woman with me, I usually made a whole night of it. Long, drawn-out sessions, pushing and pulling until both of us were ready to explode. Tonight, I didn’t even want to look at my plaything. Not after she’d fucking kissed me.

That was practically rule number one. I wasn’t going to dock her pay for the mistake, the fault for that oversight landed squarely on the service who’d collected her for me. Besides, I had other ways of punishing her.

I unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out, giving it a few lazy strokes that sent ripples of diluted pleasure down my legs.

“Open your mouth.”

Her eyes widened as she tilted her chin up. Eager now, she took me into the warmth of her mouth, running her tongue expertly down my shaft, suckling slightly, diligently, making me hard.

I grabbed her hair and modulated her speed.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes were already watering as she looked up. “You made me angry, Katerina. What are we going to do about that?”

She tried to make her appeal around my cock, the words coming out as garbled gibberish.

“I can’t hear you,” I said, holding her face still while I thrusted my hips, feeling the dam at the back of her throat against my tip. She tried again, gagging, coughing.

I pulled her in as deep as she could take me, feeling the give and the exquisite pressure just below the head of my cock as she swallowed me down deep enough for her nose to meet my abdomen. She gagged and her face reddened, eyes rolling back. I fucked her tight little throat until I knew she was seeing stars. Only then did I pull out.

Katerina drew in a ragged gasp, her pretty face wet with tears. She looked embarrassed at being unable to maintain her perfect exterior, trying to wipe at the wetness on her cheeks.

“Up,” I ordered.

She stumbled clumsily to her feet, still trying to catch her breath. I folded her over the bed and slapped her firm, round ass, making her squeak. Making her dainty hands curl into the silken comforter.

“Does that hurt?” I asked.

“No.”

I hit her again, harder, unable to help reliving the feel of her lips on mine. The wrongness of that touch.

“Now?”

“N-no.”

I went again, smacking the reddening skin, harder, again and again until she said yes.

Only then did I stop and examine my handiwork. Her ass red and tender. The folds between her legs dripping wet with desire.

She liked it.

Good.

I pulled the condom out and slipped it on before pulling her up by her hips, making her hold herself raised atop the mattress.

“You shouldn’t have touched me, Katerina.” I pressed my cock between her folds and reached forward to curl my hand around her neck. She arched her back like a good girl, giving me better access.

“I’m sorry,” she said with a shuddering breath. “Forgive me?”

I pressed my cock to her opening, squeezing her neck as I slid into her, giving her only a moment to adjust to my girth before I’d take exactly what I wanted.

She cried out as I thrust in to the hilt and shoved her down into the mattress.

Her core tightened around me and I threw my head back, clenching my teeth at the sensation before I gave in to my own wicked desire.

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