Page 92 of Hale Yes
“We’ll see,” he tells me, standing and walking to the foot of the bed. “Now grab onto the headboard.” I do, and he adjusts me, tugging me by the ankles until my arms are straight but not uncomfortably so. Then he grabs the suspenders and climbs over me until he’s straddling my torso.
Helix’s balls are heavy against my stomach, and I have the perfect view of the wet spot turning his underwear a couple shades darker where the tip of his big cock sits. My breaths come sporadically as he expertly ties my hands to the slats of the headboard.
“You okay, baby?” he asks, eyebrows pinching in concern.
“I’m excited,” I admit. “I’ve never been tied up before.”
His hands press into the pillow on either side of my head, and he leans so close I can smell the cherry and vodka on his breath from our drinks.
“I like having you at my mercy, Nicolette. I want to be able to touch and lick you wherever I want. Have no doubt, I will fuck you exactly how I want and use your body for my pleasure.” A smirk forms on his full lips. “And I think you’ll enjoy every second of it. If not, you will use your safe word immediately, understood?”
Outside the bedroom, Helix grants me free will. He gives me strength and confidence in myself I didn’t know I possessed. Maybe it’s always been there, hidden beneath the surface, waiting for someone to peel back the layers. But as soon as the clothes come off, he takes that will and makes it his own. And I’m not ashamed to admit I enjoy ceding control. I love every deep command he utters.
I also understand that my safe phrase gives me complete control over him. I can shift the balance of power with two simple words.
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good girl,” he rasps, and I can feel the evidence of his approval throbbing against my stomach. Scooting down, Helix kneels between my legs and runs his hands up and down my thigh-high fishnet stockings, stopping to trace the delicate lace at the top. “I approve of these. Did you wear them for me?”
“I wore them because they look good with the dress,” I hedge.
His eyebrows shift inward. “Did. You. Wear. Them. For. Me?”
“I, um…” My gaze shifts away from those intense blue orbs, and he immediately rolls my legs toward my chest, holding them there with one strong forearm. Then he spanks my right ass cheek. Hard.
“Did you wear these sexy fucking stockings to turn me on?”
“Yes!” I cry, and he spanks me again, this time on the left side.
“Were you trying to make my cock so fucking hard I couldn’t resist you?” he barks, eliciting the truth from me with his imposing tone.
My voice ekes out in a whimper. “Yes.”
He smacks the right side. “Because you have a slutty little cunt that’s been craving my cock since the last time I fucked you?”
I clamp my lips shut, knowing my refusal to answer will reward me with more of his beautiful punishment. It comes a second later, and I think my pussy is going to spontaneously combust with the slap.
“Yes! God, Helix, I’m about to come.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls, spreading my legs wide and staring at my exposed vagina. “You have three choices where to come: on my fingers, on my mouth, or on my cock. You do not come around thin air when I’m here to give your body what it needs.”
“I can’t… help it,” I pant. His dirty words aren’t helping a bit, and I can feel the orgasm spreading through me, the clenching and leaking between my legs.
Helix watches with fascination etched on his handsome features. “Fucking hell, you’re really coming,” he grumbles a split second before he spanks my pussy.
And that does it. My hips buck and my back arches off the bed as a scream rips up my throat. I’m flying, only vaguely aware that Helix’s mouth is now attached to my pussy like a leech, sucking up every drop of me. My body floats on a soft cloud, lower and lower until I’m back on my bed, sweaty and spent with a large, dominant man between my legs.
He unlatches and lifts his head, allowing me to see my release dripping from his chin. Swiping it with the side of his finger, he sucks it off, causing one more tremor to vibrate through me.
“You’re a very bad girl, queenie.”
“I’m sorry,” I lie, and I think my sated smile gives away the fact I don’t give a fuck.
Helix inspects my ass cheeks and then licks the handprints he put there, leaving a coat of saliva before blowing on them. It cools my heated skin, and I sigh.
“I think the punishment should continue,” he remarks.
My body doesn’t know whether to revolt or rejoice. I enjoyed the last spanking, but my ass is pretty sore. “What kind of punishment?” I ask warily, and his grin turns wicked as he sits up on his knees.
