Page 46 of Black Widow's Kiss

“For disobeying me, you will choose,” I said pointing at the crop and flog which contrasted with the white cloth beneath them. “Each will come with a unique series of disciplines. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You will take it. If you can no longer take it, you will say the word cherries. Nothing else will get me to stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Say it.”

“No, Sir.”

“Why not?” I asked my temper flaring.

“Because I don’t want you to stop.”

I calmed and smiled.

“Choose.”

“Can I have both, Sir?”

“Your punishment is that you must choose.”

I saw that he was getting it. If he were good, he might have gotten both. But because he had disobeyed me, he could only have one never knowing what he had passed up.

“Please, Sir, may I have both.”

“I said choose! …Or you will get none.”

It was only then that he looked at me, lust and fear shining in his eyes. Hurrying to the dresser he looked down at them.

“May I touch them, Sir?”

“No,” I said furthering his punishment. “Choose.”

Hovering his hands over the two, he shook with desire.

“I said choose!”

“The flog,” he spat pining over what he had chosen.

“Very well,” I said removing the crop and placing it in the drawer.

His desire had weakened him. Seeing it made my cock pulse. I wanted him so badly that I could punch through a wall to have him. But I had to teach him a lesson. I would enjoy that as much.

“Strip,” I told him, my heart pounding at the thought of him.

Without hesitation, Kuroi turned to me and slowly lowered his robe. He was naked underneath. His lean lines werehighlighted by taught muscles. He was more beautiful than any statue. My skin tingled at the sight of him.

More than that, his generous cock was hard. Shaved to almost nothing, it stood out. I wanted to feel it in my hands. I wanted to caress his small balls. The thought of it overwhelmed me.

Gathering myself, I pulled two handcuffs out of another drawer. Placing them on the dresser next to the flog, I addressed him.

“Cuff one to either hand.”

He did without hesitation. With both secured, he looked up at me with desire.

“Now, follow me,” I told him grabbing the flog and crossing into the living room to the balcony’s sliding glass door.

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