Page 63 of Plaything

There was nothing wrong with that; that was what I’d hoped for. I wanted her brain to shut off for tonight. There was only one thing that couldn’t happen tonight—unfortunately. She pretended to hate the teasing and psychological edging we’d been doing. I hoped she won’t take the opportunity to fuck herself on me.

I knew she wouldn’t, but unexpected things could happen if we got into a slippery situation. It’d be a fantastic excuse for her to end the teasing and get right to the good part. She knew the only thing delaying us was her virginity.

“I only have one rule,” I informed.

She leaned a bit closer to me, looking intrigued. She probably wasn’t expecting any kind of terms. She’d be glad to know that soon enough, she’d be naming her terms, hard and soft limits, and everything in between.

I moved in closer, her lips centimeters away from mine as I spoke my warning: “You can do whatever you’d like. But if you try to fuck yourself on me, I’ll whip your ass until it’s purple.” My words came out in a whisper, the promise of my threat unmistakable.

Her eyelashes fluttered for a moment, but her eyes stayed wide. Her bottom lip was once again caught between her teeth. She kept leaning closer to me absentmindedly. I saw that look before when she was on the couch, and my hand was under her skirt. My simple threat turned her on.

I smirked, “Now use your big girl words and tell me you understand,” I ordered. It was a sick, manipulative trick on my end, but I was going to test my theory. If there was any part of her that was a little or had a Daddy kink, I was going to do my best to trigger it. All scientists have to press boundaries and do their research to test their hypotheses. Manipulative, yet harmless.

She nodded, her eyes not moving away from my lips, “I understand,” she repeated.

Giving the poor girl what she wanted, I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers. She responded instantly, pressing her full lips greedily against mine. My hands quickly found her waist, dragging her body across the silk until her legs were fully pressed against my thighs.

Her hands were pressed down on my thigh, supporting her weight as she parted her lips for me.

My dick twitched in my shorts as I basked in her submission. Even if she hadn’t fully admitted it to herself yet, her body had. She knew who was in charge, and she liked being powerless. She was almost too good.

I couldn’t remember the last time a person complimented and heightened my dominance like she so effortlessly did. It was restorative, and I was thriving off her.

Instead of giving her what she wanted, I continued to lick and suck her parted lips in a sloppy make-out. I teased her with my tongue as she kissed me. Only licking her lips when she craved more.

My hand found its way up her side, where my thumb caressed the swell of her perky breasts through the flimsy shirt. Still keen on turning her into a mindless plaything, I decided to stop, leaving her desperate for my tongue.

Niko mentioned that she got dazed the other night, something he mistook for subspace for a moment. Her brain was already shrinking.

She took my pause as a reminder of what she was in here to do. “I don’t have anything to tie you up with,” she admitted with swollen lips.

I smirked, “I think I may have something.” I slapped her thigh quickly, earning a cute squeak from her. I reached down and pulled out a drawer underneath my bed. These were the extras; we all had a few toys in our room if needed.

This particular drawer was filled with rope, chains, restraints, and other things that could be used to incapacitate someone. “Pick,” I ordered.

She looked overwhelmed at the sight, and I knew I had made the right decision not to take her to one of the spare rooms. The cabinets in those rooms were...well stocked. This was nothing. Even vanilla people usually had the basics.

She hesitatingly reached down and grabbed a considerable metal chain link restraint that I’d never personally used or been a fan of. It wasn’t practical, but it could be used to weigh someone her size down. She struggled to lift the heavy metal, giving me an uneasy expression as she held it. “This thing is wider than my arm,” she deadpanned.

My dick was straining against my shorts, and I wasn’t as patient as I’d like to be. “Is that your choice?” I asked.

She immediately shook her head, “Definitely not,” she rushed out. She put the chain back right where she found it and reached for another restraint I’d never used.

I should have expected this choice from her. She wouldn’t pick rope, chains, or any kind of rough material. She wasn’t rough. She was silk.

She held the black silk threads up, “These?” She looked confident in her choice, but her voice came out as a question.

Silk was one of the worst things that could be used to restrain someone. It slid around and was easily torn. But I wouldn’t tell her no. After all, this was her reward. “Where do you want me?” I asked, strangely not bothered by the words leaving my lips.

I thought I would hate this, but I didn’t. I enjoyed her unsureness; her lack of knowledge of how to be the one in control was rewarding.

She pointed to the pillows, “Lay down?” She asked a question again. It was almost as if she was worried I wouldn’t approve of one of her decisions. She’d be a bad delegator.

Obliging, I moved further up the bed and lay down on my back. “My bed has small pillars built into the frame,” I explained.

With a handful of long pieces of silk, she stood up and walked over to the side of the bed. Her eyes followed my torso to my chest, arms, and hands. “Have you ever done the YMCA dance?” she asked quickly, catching me completely off guard.

As a matter of fact, I hadn’t done the dance. Just as I wasn’t a smiler, I wasn’t a dancer. “No.”

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