Page 24 of Love on the Run

“Yesss,” he hisses angling so he can fuck into the deepest reaches of my throat. “Such a good little girl, doing what I ask,” he groans sliding out, pulling the excess wet along with his big ass dick. It looks so pretty glistening with my efforts.

I squeeze my thighs trying to ease the sensations to no avail. Then he’s pushing back in slow and easy. Rocking in and out doing his best to prolong the experience. I know how much he loves it. I love doing it, taking his pretty ass dick down my throat.

“Fuck.” Pace increasing, he drives faster, hands moving to the back of my head holding me in place while he fucks my face. No matter the pressure I put on the fleshy space in the center of my hand, it can’t compete with his driving hips. The pressure is so intense I see stars relaxing my throat, tongue, lips into his chosen vessel.

“Take my seed, Hana. Take it down your pretty throat.” Though he commands it, he pulls out. Knowing what he wants, Iopen my mouth letting him nut right on my tongue. He coats my tongue and face with copious amounts of his sweet, salty seed.

I hold my mouth open our eyes finally meeting. “Swallow,” he grounds out. He watches as I do. Then swiping the come from my face with his fingers, he pushes his sticky digits into my mouth making me suck them clean.

He grabs me under my left arm dragging me up to him. His face is mask of stoicism. I feel like he’s testing me.

“How are you doing?” He asks looking into my eyes.

“Physically? I’m fine.” I turn my head slightly not wanting to hear him ask about my emotional well-being. I know he doesn’t care.

Firm hands turn me back, to the cool disdain of his gaze.

“Do you need to use your safe word?” His eyes searching mine again.

I realize, no he’s not being a good husband but a good dominant. This is just his part of being a sadist and me being his submissive.

“No.” Sliding into the role I’ve longed for, I see his eyes flare with my acknowledgement of this new dynamic between us.

“Go stand before the window, please.” He nods in the direction of the floor to ceiling windows. That lead out to a private balcony.

I go over to the windows, but don’t turn to face the ocean beyond. No, my eyes follow his beautiful body as it transverses the suite. He’s not spent one night in here, so I’ve nearly forgotten there is whole side of the suite belonging to him. In fact, he’d only had my side installed after we were married. Before that this belonged to him alone.

He presses a code then disappears into the closet. The rooms illuminates as he enters with each section lighting as he moves throughout. I notice there is a door on the opposite side. Iponder if that room leads to Asa’s or the one he’s choosing to stay in?

I watch him stand before a panel then another passcode is entered. A door clicks open, and he disappears inside. I can’t stifle my gasp. You’d think he was spy with all the codes, secret rooms and spy-cams he has on this boat.

Minutes later he emerges spinning a flogger and carrying a bag. His stride is long and purposeful. Every step he comes closer my body tenses in anticipation.

Eyes unwavering, he stops in front of me. “I’ll let you pick.” The smile kicking up in the corner of his mouth doesn’t do a damn thing to soften his hard imperial face. He could be a Shogun —regal, ruthless, unapologetic. His generosity in allowing me to pick the instrument of my torture should give me pause, but I find myself oddly eager to play with him.

He pulls a paddle from the bag. “We’ll start out easy.” Holding up the paddle and the flogger he presents them to me. His expression giving me no indication which he prefers. “The flogger.” I didn’t even have to think about it. The paddle was wood, the flogger suede.

He shakes his head like, “You sure about that?”

Doubt prickles but I don’t trust his ass. “Hai.” I nod for emphasis. He shrugs.

Then he shows me a rubber clamp encrusted with diamonds and two diamond flowers.

“What this?” I can’t imagine what they are.

“I got you some new jewelry.” His eyes harden. “I got them special when you ran away when I decided to make you my special little whore. I decided to have something commissioned for you to wear. Tonight, I won’t make you wear both as it may be too much. These” he shakes the diamond flowers. “Are nipple rings. And this.” He nods to the clamp. “Is a clit clamp. I also have a chain connecting the two.”

I swallow. Anticipation making my heart race. “The rings.” Breathing out the words in a rush. He almost looks proud. I find comfort in his calm.

He looks in the bag then seems to think better of it. Placing the items he won’t be using back in the bag, he placed it on the side table and walks over to me. Bending his head sucking nipple into his mouth, he tugs until it stands out. Once my left tip is budded he slips the ring on.

“Ah,” Pain and pleasure make me arch wanting to retreat. I breathe, hoping to ease the pressure, it does not alleviate.

“Remember, your safe word,” he says this, yet bends sucking my other nipple in his mouth repeating the process. When they both are done, it’s like my brain shorts out. I’m torn between wanting to rip the rings off or having more pressure applied. It’s like bee stings prickling my back, supercharging, sending an electric current straight to my clit. My body doesn’t know what it wants to do, but stopping is not in my vocabulary right now.

“I remember,” I whimper, meeting his gaze. He nods satisfied.

Suddenly he spins me to the window pressing me into the cold glass. My breasts are smushed. My nipples are on fire. Before the pain registers, a flash of fire slashes my bottom knocking the breath away from me. I scream. An amalgamation of pleasure and pain coalesces against the flesh pressed against the cool glass and the heat on my bottom. Panting I can see my breath fogging against the window. A slash again on my right bottom check, then with a turn and flick my left cheek is set ablaze.

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