Page 63 of Bared Betrayal
“A spreader bar.”
“Good girl. Does the plug feel good?”
“Yes, sir.” It’s not a complete lie. It feels strange, but not unpleasant.
“It’s going to feel a whole lot better soon, but I want to see your pretty face.” My legs are forced to spread farther apart, stretching wide, and with a hard tug I’m spun around, and my entire body flips over as I yelp.
A cry of pleasure and pain rips from my lips as I land on my back. The impact hurts. Then the cool silk of the sheets soothes the sting.
“That’s better,” he says, looking down at me.
Just looking at him is enough to take my breath away. He stands at the edge of the bed completely naked, his golden skin bathed in the soft light of the sunrise. His cock is hard and standing up, leaving a trail of precum against his lower abs. I want to reach out and touch him; I want to get on my knees and taste him in my mouth.
He grabs my wrists, pulls the spreader bar upward, folding me in half, knees bent as he secures my wrists to the bar as well, making sure I can’t fucking move.
“This is perfect,” he says, looking down at my body. “I can see your face with your big, beautiful eyes as they fill with tears. I can watch your tits bounce, my marks on your ass. Best of all, I can even see the jeweled plug stretching you for me, and your cunt as it weeps for my cock.”
Heat rises to my face, and I don’t know if it’s shame because I’m so exposed or if I’m completely possessed with desire.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?” The way he stares at me, his eyes gleaming with sin and darkness, a lethal mix to someone like me.
“Answer me,” he says, and he grabs my chin and turns my head to face him. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
I don’t say anything, pulling my chin from his grip, and look away with defiance. He slaps my thigh, and I bite back a cry.
“Eyes on me, baby girl.” He leans down farther, his cock pressing against my wet cunt, giving me just a taste of friction on my exposed clit. “You have to look at me if you want me to fuck you.”
My hips roll against him as much as they can, looking for more friction. My body wants more. I need the release that’s winding up tight inside me. I move beneath him again, and he smirks.
“Greedy little slut, aren’t you?”
Gabriel stands from the bed and walks to a side table. I stretch my neck up to try to see what he is doing, but it’s no use.
He comes back holding a little black box in one hand, and a flogger in the other. My pussy throbs with excitement, the anticipation rolling through me in waves of desire.
“I see that smile, little girl, and you are going to regret it.” He smirks as he gets back on the bed, kneeling next to my head, his hard cock inches from my face. I want to reach up and take him in my mouth. I want to taste the salty-sweet flavor of his precum on my tongue.
He wraps his fingers around the base of his cock, holding it close to my lips while he studies me with hooded eyes. “Beg.”
I lick my lips. “Please, sir. I need it.”
He clicks his tongue at me, then with a switch of his wrist, the flogger slaps my pussy. The sting is immediate and so intense it steals the breath from my lungs.
“I don’t recall permitting you to say the words ‘I,’ ‘need,’ and ‘it.’ You disobeyed me.”
I press my lips together in a thin line, trying so hard to steady my breathing.
“Do you deserve to be punished?”
“Yes, sir.” I want him to strike me with the flogger again. I need to feel that delicious sting on my most sensitive flesh spread wide open just for him.
“Beg me again.”
“Please, sir,” I beg. “Please.”
“Stick out your tongue.”
I do as he says, and he rests the head of his cock on my tongue.
