Page 55 of QB Keeper
I enter the playroom,my cock already starting to harden at the sight in front of me. Grace is on her knees on the floor, just like I told her to be when we walked in the door tonight. Seeing her take Cash down so confidently had me rock hard, my cock begging me to take her to a vacant room and fuck her against a wall. But I knew I needed to get her home in order to do everything I want to do to her.
I take her in as she waits for me, wearing nothing but a white leather thigh harness. Small bows decorate the straps that run down the middle of each ass cheek, and I have to bite my knuckles to stop from groaning out loud. I’ve never gotten to fully experience a scene like this sexually, and I’m questioning whether or not I’m going to be able to do everything I want to do before the need to be inside her overwhelms me.
I can see her shoulders rising and falling as she takes quick, shallow breaths, and I know the anticipation of what’s about to happen is killing her.
Good.
I take my time, rolling up the sleeves of my white button up dress shirt before walking over to the wall and pullingdown four bondage cuffs. I return to her, putting my fingers under her chin and tipping it up so her eyes are on mine. “Are you sure about this?” I ask.
“Yes, sir,” she replies confidently.
“Is spanking a limit?” After the last time, and the way she reacted, I want to make sure nothing about that has changed. I don’t want to cross any lines with her.
“I want you to spank me, sir. Please turn my ass red.”
Fuuuuuuckkkkkkk.
I chuckle darkly. “I’ll be doing more than that tonight, beautiful,” I tell her. “You’ll be sleeping on your stomach for a week after I’m done with you.”
She releases a shaky exhale as I wrap a cuff around each wrist, double checking that they’re tight enough for her not to slip out, but not so tight that they’re cutting off her circulation. She’s going to be in them for a while.
“Stand,” I order. She obeys immediately, and I sink to my knees in front of her, securing the other cuffs around her ankles. I press a soft kiss to her exposed pussy before standing back up.
“I want you on my cross,” I say, making her tremble with anticipation. Truthfully, I want her everywhere in this room, but I had the St. Andrew’s cross built to her exact height, and I’ve fantasized a million times about what she’d look like spread out for me on it.
Putting a gentle hand on her lower back, I lead her across the room before spinning her to face me. I bring my mouth to hers, teasing her lips with my tongue until she opens for me. I kiss her roughly, walking her backward until she’s pressed against the padding that runs along the wood of the cross. Without breaking away from her lips, I take each wrist and hook them to the rings at the top of each side. She’s not stretched to her limit, so she has a little room to move, but it’s very minimal. As I run my hands slowly down her arms, I can feel her thighs clench togetheragainst me. She’s already aching, and we haven’t even started.
“Bad girl,” I scold, slapping her thigh before kneeling down and extending her leg out, securing the ankle cuff to one of the lower rings, then doing the same to the other. She’s spread eagle, splayed wide for me to take whatever I want from her. And that’s exactly what I plan to do.
“Such a pretty little slut,” I say. “Holes wide open for me. I want them so badly, I can’t decide which one to wreck first.” Her eyes widen, but I don’t miss the heat behind them. She’s as turned on as I am right now thinking about the ways I’m going to defile her tonight. “And make no mistake, Grace. You’ll be dripping cum from every one of them before you leave this room. I don’t care if I have to fill you up after you’ve passed out. You’ll take every fucking drop I have to give, won’t you?”
“Mhmm,” she squeaks out.
I turn, going to the chest of drawers and opening the top one. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have every detail of this night planned the moment I had this room built for us. There was never a question that Grace would be the only woman to ever set foot in it, so everything is set up for the things I’ve wanted to do to her.
I reach in, grabbing the three items that await her before closing the drawer and returning to where she’s spread out for me. I set two on the side table for later as I step in front of her, looking into her eyes.
“This is going to get intense,” I warn. “If it’s too much, or if you just want me to stop, use your safe word.”
“I will. I promise,” she replies, looking at me with all the trust in the world. God, I fucking love this beautiful, perfect girl.
“Deep breath,” I say, barely giving her a chance to let my words register before pinching her nipple tightly in the first clamp. She hisses a breath through her teeth, but the moanthat comes after it tells me that she’s going to like this as much as I am. “Good girl, baby,” I praise. “Again.” This time, she’s ready for it when I clamp the other tight bud. I give the chain hanging between them a light tug, eliciting a loud whimper from her body.
I take a step back, admiring the sight in front of me. She’s a goddess with her arms and legs stretched out, the harness hugging her waist and thighs, and her nipples that could cut glass being squeezed so tightly, I bet she could come just from me ghosting my fingers along them.
I step forward, putting my fingertips against her sternum and slowly inching my way down. Her breathing quickens and every muscle in her body tightens as I lower them between her tits, down to her belly button, then stop, resting them right above her mound. She attempts to raise to her tippy toes, desperate for those final few inches, but the restraints on her ankles prevent her from doing so.
“Aww,” I mock, pushing my bottom lip into a patronizing pout. “Did you want to feel my fingers, beautiful?”
“Yes, sir. P-please,” she stutters, trying to press up again to where I’m hovering over her clit. “Touch me.”
I rear back my hand, landing a hard slap to the already swollen bundle of nerves. She cries out, slamming her eyes shut at the contact.
“Not a fucking chance,” I tell her. “You’ll take what I give, when I give it. And if you beg again, I’ll gag you. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she replies on a soft exhale. She’s so worked up right now, and I haven’t even really touched her yet. The power it gives me is more intoxicating than anything I’ve ever felt, and I can’t stop myself from undoing my pants and pulling them down enough to give my cock room to grow. I’m so hard already, but I know I’m nowhere near where I’ll be by the time I push into her. I want to feel as desperate asshe does, so I ignore the urge to stroke myself, instead, focusing on her.
“Are you wet right now?” I ask. “Does me telling you what a needy slut you are make your cunt tingle?”
