Page 49 of Sinful Chains

"Yes. Please. Punish me, Princess."

I lifted my foot, gently lowering it onto him with my heels on his balls and my toes on his dick. Gradually, I increased thepressure until he closed his eyes and groaned as his dick rose to the occasion.

"Don't ever make the mistake of thinking you deserve my pussy. You don't. I let you have it because your dick is mine. It belongs inside me and me only."

"Yes, Princess." His voice was strained.

I pressed down a little harder with my heel. "It's good dick, though."

His eyes rolled back. His hands strained against his restraints.

"But it's mine. For the rest of your life. Nobody tastes that big dick but me. Nobody cums on it but me."

"Princess—"

"Nobody makes you nut but me. Understand?"

"Jesus. Yes. Yes, Princess."

Whatever his limit was, I hadn't reached it yet. Peering down at him, I smiled and pressed harder with my heel. Inch by agonizing inch, I increased the pressure until he exploded with a guttural groan, his body going rigid, his dick pulsing relentlessly. With my toes, I stroked him until he'd released every last drop of cum onto his stomach.

But as sexy and arousing as it was for me, I had to discipline him.

"I didn't tell you to cum."

Gasping for air, he stared up at me. "I know, Princess. I'm sorry."

"You know what happens next, don't you?"

He nodded slowly. "Punish me, baby. Put me in my fucking place. Don't show me any mercy. I deserve it."

I kept him chained for most of the night, only setting him free once I was good and satisfied. Then I slept in his arms like a baby.

Chapter sixteen

San was so differenttoday.

Gone was the uncertainty and concern. No more wondering where my limits were. She was ready to go.

I saw it the moment we stepped into the mall. Her head was high, her back straight, her shoulders square. She wore a loose pink sundress that clung to every curve, which was perfect, because I was going to spend the afternoon trailing behind her.

Three steps behind, to be exact, my hands hanging loose at my sides. Ready to carry whatever she wanted. Ready to serve. The arctic air-conditioning of the mall didnothing to cool the heat simmering beneath my skin.

This little shopping trip was good for me. I was gonna get my rocks off, yes, but it was also the perfect distraction from Paradox shit. I didn't have to think about my conversation with the guys last night. I told them something was off, that I'd been feeling off. They said they felt it, too, but didn't wanna press me. As much as I appreciated that, it didn't make me feel better. In fact, I felt worse. I felt even further from the truth, whatever it was.

So, yeah, I needed this. I neededSan.

I watched her fingers trail over racks of clothing, imagining her as a princess selecting treasures meant only for her. I held onto the items she planned to try on, loving the fact that she didn’t waste a second of her precious time checking price tags.

That shit was for peasants.

When I laid the dresses out on the counter at Nordstrom, I felt a rush. The salesman chatted me up while he scanned the items, but my attention stayed on San—who looked bored and spoiled and over it.

Yes, Princess.

It was so perfect.

I shifted my stance, feeling the strain of my arousal pressing against my jeans. I hoped she knew what she was doing to me. How much I was loving this shit.

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