Page 120 of Serving the Mogul

When I knew it was too much, I pulled out and urged her to her feet. I swept her up in my arms and placed her on the bed. “Stay.”

Last night, the possessive need I had manifested in a desire to love her gently and sweetly.

Today, it was the exact opposite.

I surveyed the room, taking in the tools and furniture. Everything was outfitted to serve a use if I ever found a permanent sub. I recalled the fantasies I’d had involving Tina and realized it wasn’t all that easy to figure out where to begin.

Tina shifted behind me.

I didn’t want her to cool down, so I went to the display of toys and tools on the far wall and removed a simple spreader bar, then grabbed wrist cuffs.

Her cheeks were already pink as I started back to her.

“I love how your blushes start at your tits and work up,” I told her.

She went even redder.

“Stand up.”

She did so, still not speaking.

I turned her around and put the wrist restraints on, securing them at shoulder level, with the chain running behind her back. These restraints had a longer connecting chain than others, giving her a limited range of movement, which eased issues with blood flow. “Face the bed.”

Once she’d done that, I kicked one ankle gently, widening her stance until I could put the spreader bar in place.

Her breathing was ragged by the time I rose to my full height and moved behind her. She fisted her hands, whimpering as I cupped her breasts from behind.

“Now…how do we get started?” Skimming my fingers down her side, I murmured, “Do I bend you over the bed and fuck you like this?”

“Yes, sir. Please.”

I chuckled at the eagerness in her tone.

“Tempting…” I nudged her closer, let her move over the bed, but before she was flat, I tangled my hand in her hair. “But I don’t think so. Maybe…”

I nudged her to turn, smiling as her lust-fogged gaze collided with mine.

“This.” I boosted her onto the bed and laid her back, her hands helpless next to her head and legs spread wide by the bar at her ankles. “Lift your feet to the bed, Tina.”

Her muscles strained, but she managed it with relative ease. I retrieved a couple of thin chains from the nightstand at my side. Her eyes widened as I connected the wrist restraints to the spreader bar, leaving her completely exposed, vulnerable, with her pussy open and ankles in the air.

I pushed on the spreader bar, taking care not and abuse muscles still warm from sleep.

She whimpered as I leaned down and kissed a path to her core, then licked, spreading her folds from top to bottom with my tongue.

Stabbing at her clit with my tongue, I reveled in the rough cry of my name on her lips.

She jerked when I did it again. I let go of the bar to cup her ass and lift it slightly, stealing what little leverage she had. “Be still, pet. You don’t want to interrupt my breakfast…I might punish you, and not the way you like, either.”

Her answer was a stream of long, filthy curses. But she went still, quivering in anticipation.

I made the mistake of glancing up at her. The sight of my collar on her, the padlock glinting in the morning light, her body bound for me, breasts rising and falling with every ragged breath was too much. I surged to my feet, caught her hips, hauled her to the edge of the bed, right onto my cock.

She screamed, the penetration rough and hard. Holding her hips in a savage grip, I drove into her again, harder.

“James!”

I stared at her face, flushed with need and her lids heavy over her eyes as she squirmed and flexed around my dick.

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