Page 12 of Sold to the Fighter

My chest tightens at the discomfort in her gaze. I wish I could find that fucker and teach him a lesson, but knowing how those people work, he might have moved to a new location by now to prevent being caught.

I reach out to cup her face. “You’re not stupid, sweetheart,” I say vehemently. “You’re just trusting, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Don’t let that asshole get to you. With me, no one can ever take advantage of you again. I won’t allow it. I’ll always protect you.”

“Thank you,” she whispers.

I slide my hands down from her cheeks to her waist, grazing her nipples in the process and reveling in her wide stare and sharp inhale.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. And now that we’ve established your safe word, I can’t wait to show you another side of me.” I watch her shiver slightly at my words. My voice takes on a deeper tone as I move back and issue a gentle command. “Get undressed.”

My hard shaft pokes against my zipper as she slowly pulls off my sweatshirt. I don’t think she knows how sexy the action is, the way she peels it off her body. She lets it fall to the floor while staring at me, completely trusting.

At my mercy…

“In here, you’ll address me assir. Do you understand?” I say.

Grace’s eyes dilate in response, and she replies, “Yes, sir.”

Her voice comes out breathy and raspy, sharpening my desire.Fuck, she’s a natural.

“Come with me,” I order.

I lead her to the queen-sized bed in the middle of the huge room. “Lie on the bed, baby,” I say, and she silently complies, not taking her gaze off me.

“In this room, you surrender yourself to me. Know that I’ll always put you and your pleasure above all else. Don’t think about anything. Just let go.” I pick up one of the padded cuffs with a fairly long chain and attach it to her right wrist.

“Okay, sir,” she breathes out, and my cock strains harder in response.

“Good girl.” I gently stroke her breasts in reward, then go around to attach the cuffs to her other wrist and legs until she’s spread-eagle on the bed. Her dark tresses are like a flowing river around her, and I feast my eyes on her glistening pussy. Her breath hitches under my stare, and I watch her nipples pebble into hard points.

“I’m going to blindfold you now. Would you like that?” I ask.

“Yes, sir.”

I walk back to the shelves and pull out a red silk cloth, then return to her side and tie it over her eyes. It’s just as I imagined, a beautiful contrast to her tan skin.

I climb off the bed, teasing her sensitive areas with my fingers and tongue along the way, drawing out soft moans. I stand back and watch her breathing change with every second. “You’ll realize that your senses are heightened with your eyes blindfolded. Pleasure will become more intense,” I explain as I walk toward the shelves again, picking up the toys I want to use on her.

It’s her first time, and I want it to be a memorable one. I pick up a whip with soft, leathery tails, a feather to tickle her with, and a vibrator. I arrange the toys on the table beside the bed, waiting a bit to heighten the tension in the room and build anticipation. Grace softly tugs at her legs, trying to rub off the ache between them.

Once I become satisfied with the heightened tension, I pick up the feather and place it in the sensitive arch of her neck. I glide it softly over the skin, sliding it down her neck to her tight nipples. She lets out a soft hiss, her breath hitching in her throat.

“I should clamp your nipples,” I murmur, my blood roaring at the image. “Imagine tiny bites of pain that send streaks of pleasure to your pussy with every tug. Do you want that?” I twirl the feather gently around her nipples.

Grace arches her back, tugging softly at her restraints. “Yes, sir,” she moans.

“Hmm. Maybe next time, sweetheart,” I say, my voice echoing darkly in the quiet room. I don’t want to introduce her to everything all at once, but I’m glad she’s so willing to explore.

I continue to slide the feather down her stomach, watching the muscles of her abdomen quiver in response, then down her thighs, teasing the edge of her pussy. Soft moans ring out in the room as she undulates in the bed, grinding her hips in the air. When I lightly graze her entrance with the feather, she jerks, moaning low in her throat.

“Not yet, sweetheart. You can’t come until I say so,” I say, my voice guttural with my barely leashed need to drive into her. “You trust me with your pleasure, yes?”

“Yes, s-sir,” she answers hoarsely.

Satisfied with sensitizing her skin, I return the feather and pick up the leathery whip, flipping it expertly in the air. And just like the feather, I flick it over her chest, tapping softly and eliciting soft whimpers. The leathery tails bite into her soft flesh, creating beautiful red marks with each contact, sharpening my desire.

Grace moans loudly, echoing in the room as I move the whip down to her sex. She tugs harder on her restraints, gyrating and arching her hips up, begging for more contact between her legs. I reach for the vibrator and switch it on, then place it directly on her clit.

“Oh God!” Grace jackknifes, arching her hips.

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