Page 152 of Doubts & Fears

What did he have planned?

“Do you trust me?” he asked, looking at my breasts.

“Yes, my King.”

“Good. That makes me happy to hear. Now, the rules are simple, so listen carefully. You have use of your safeword. You can use it any time, and all activity will cease. Do you understand?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to use my safeword. Just don’t hurt me, please, and go slow,” I whimpered.

“Kitten, I would never hurt you. I need to know, though, that you’ll use your safeword.”

“If I needed to, I would,” I declared confidently, my heart soaring higher and higher.

“That’s my girl. Now, are you ready to begin?” His voice sounded so fucking hot. My pussy clenched in response.

“Yes, my King.”

He pulled a satin sash from the back of the couch.

“Do you have a problem with me tying your hands?” He threw the sash around my shoulders, where it rested on the back of my neck. He looked up with an eyebrow cocked while he waited for my answer.

“No, Sir.” To show my willingness, I put my wrists out to him, breathing through the tightness in my chest. He wrapped both ends of the sash around his hands and crisscrossed the sash over my throat.

“You don’t know how fucking happy I am to hear that.” He tightened it slightly, and my eyes closed as I moaned his name.

I repeated his words—his promise not to hurt me—over in my head. I could trust him. I knew this. I’d slept in his bed in next to nothing every third night without him hurting me.

He wouldn’t start now. Loosening the sash, he dragged it down my body. He grabbed my hands and tied them behind my back, and I gasped. Holy fuck, why was this turning me on so much?

He pulled me onto his lap. “This is the warm-up, my pet.” He nibbled my neck, dragging his beard along the back of my shoulders, making me groan in anticipation.

“We’ll call this lap time, and when one of your Kings wants lap time, you will disrobe completely. You’ll present yourself with your hands behind your back, they will be tied, and you’ll drape your legs on the outside of ours. Simple enough. Do you think you can remember that?”

His voice was doing crazy things to me. I shivered and told him I understood, but I didn’t. I had no idea. He roamed his hands up and down my sides. “Your skin is so incredibly soft. I love the way your body curves right here.”

He caressed every inch of my stomach, hips, and sides of my body. With my hands tied, all I could do was let him. I loved every bit of it. When he reached around with both hands to massage my breasts and toy with my nipples, it sent massive shivers of pleasure down my spine and straight to my pussy. My shoulders instantly relaxed as I leaned my head back, tilting to the side so he could kiss me.

“I love how hard your nipples get when I pinch them. I wonder what they would look like with a pair of nipple clamps.”

“Does it hurt?” I asked, as I tried to concentrate. My pussy was throbbing, and I couldn’t wait for him to touch it.

“It can. Some will only pinch a little, like this.” He gently pinched, held them for a moment, and then released them.

“Mm, I like that.”

“Then there are some that are harder, like this.”

“Ahh, ow, that hurts, but in a good way,” I said as he pinched hard. I moaned louder as I pushed my breasts into his hands. He chuckled, released the pressure, and gently palmed my breasts, making the sting better.

His hands moved down my stomach.Yes, I thought as they went lower around my hips. He dragged his nails along the inside of my legs. It was so electric and hot, I jumped. I widened my legs, giving him full access to my wet pussy. My clit was already throbbing from the anticipation of his fingers on it.

“One day, maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll bury my face between your sweet thighs. I’ll start right here,” he said in my ear as his fingers trailed up my thighs again. I shuddered as he drew closer to my core.

“Oh god, yes, please. I’ll be such a good girl for you.”

“Good, because I have wanted to taste you for some time. Now that you have given your other Kings and me permission for anything, I’ll plan it for the perfect time. Maybe when you least expect it. Like when you’re sleeping. Would you let me do that, kitten?”

“Yes,” I moaned, as his fingers wreaked havoc on my inner thighs.

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