Page 65 of His to Take

He moved to the side of the bed.

“Lie down on the bed. Put your head on the pillow and your arms over your head.”

My clit pulsed.

“Ryker, I didn’t mean…” I began.

“Shhh. Come here, my naughty girl.”

I chewed the inside of my cheek as I so often did when I was nervous, staring back at him for a long moment. I glanced down at the belt. He held out his free hand and I took it with much hesitation. Gently, he guided me down on my back.

“Are you going to use the belt?” I asked worriedly, unable to stop myself. This didn’t feel like the punishment switching in the woods, but I still felt anxious anyway.

“Hands over your head, little girl,” he coaxed. I couldn’t help but pout a little, eventually doing as he asked without any further protest. I kept my thighs clamped together as he lifted the belt. A sudden jolt of panic raced through me.

Would he use that belt to spank my pussy?

I tried to pull my arms down to cover my vulnerable flesh, but he grabbed my wrists like he had been waiting for them. I cried out in surprise, but he wound the belt around my wrists, effectively binding me to the headboard with practiced skill. It was looped tight enough that I couldn’t get out, but it didn’t hurt.

He reached to caress my cheek, tracing his fingers back and forth.

“You were teasing me tonight, weren’t you, little girl?”

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered. I bit my lip, trying to search his face for answers, for reassurance, for mercy, but found none.

His touch drew downward, curling around my throat and across my collarbone. He took my right breast into his hand, cupping it gently and then pinching my nipple lightly between his fingers. I arched up, pressing toward him with desire.

He released me, dragging his hands down. I held my breath, hoping against hope that he might make me come right then. At some point, I’d parted my thighs a little so that his fingers could slip in between. As tendrils of fiery desire burst outward from my clit, they spread a bit wider, giving him more access with each passing second.

I shuddered hard with anticipation.

“I should punish you for being such a naughty little tease, Naomi,” he stated, taking his time to press the flats of twofingers directly against my clit. Slowly, he circled over it and my inner walls squeezed with excitement.

“Yes… please…” I begged.

He kept his touch light though, never pressing hard enough to push me over the edge. With an increasing sense of worry, I glanced up to see a dangerous gleam in his tumultuous gaze.

“Sir?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he continued taunting me with pressure that wasn’t quite enough. In frustration, I tried to rock my hips and take some control for myself. He was ready for that though, never letting me ride his fingers quite as hard as I wanted.

I squealed with discontent.

Frustrated, I tried to slip my wrists free. The soft leather of his belt held fast, keeping me captive despite everything I did to try to escape. When I looked back at him, I saw that his mouth was curved up in a slightly devious smirk.

He was enjoying this. He was teasing me in retribution for my earlier ineffective efforts.

He touched my pussy a little more firmly.

Was he going to let me come now? Had he taunted me with release long enough yet?

A warm flash of hope hurtled through me. I let a quiet moan slip from my lips as I turned my head, feeling the pleasure spiraling in my core, faster and faster. For a while, I simply enjoyed the gradual climb, flying higher the longer his fingers played between my thighs.

My legs trembled and my body tensed. I knew I was close. It was only a matter of moments now and I would have the orgasm that I so desperately needed.

Just when I was about to leap over the edge, he drew his hand away. A painful jolt of denial throbbed from my clit to my core, and I wailed in disappointment.

“Wait! No!” I pleaded.

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