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“I bet your pussy is soaking wet.”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur, embarrassed.
He reaches out and barely taps both my nipples with his pointers.
I arch my chest forward and moan. I’m shockingly close to orgasm. I had no idea this would happen. As soon as I removed my clothes, Bryson guided me into this position. I’m not tied to the bed. He’s not holding a vibrator between my legs. He doesn’t need to. I’m fully turned on from stripping and having him look at me.
Bryson touches my breasts again, this time circling my nipples with his pointers, avoiding them.
A loud whimper escapes my lips. I’m close to begging, but that won’t do any good. This is a punishment. And it will certainly be effective if he leaves me like this all tied in knots.
“Good girl,” he praises. “You like me looking at you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I bet you’re desperate to come, huh?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“You’re not the only one learning a lesson here, sweet girl. I’m learning about myself, too. It turns out the sadist in me is very pleased to torture you with my words. Who knew I could feel this power without a whip?”
I’m panting, so damn aroused it’s hard to focus.
Bryson stands and circles behind me. “I want you to climb onto the bed, now, Lillian. Right in the center. Make sure you’re close enough to the headboard that you can grab onto one of the rungs.”
Why does Simone own this type of headboard? Is it a coincidence? I assume so. She said she never had a man here. By the time she hooked up with Camden, she moved into his home immediately. That doesn’t mean she didn’t buy this bedframe with wishful thinking in mind.
There is nothing graceful about how I crawl into the center of the mattress, lower onto my back, and lift my arms above my head. There’s something so very vulnerable about having my arms raised, both standing and lying down. He knows it. That’s why he ordered me to do it.
Bryson bends down to pick something up off the floor, and I quickly realize it’s my tank top as soon as he kneels beside me. He reaches above my head, wraps the cotton around my wrists, and ties me to the rung. It’s not tight. I could easily get out in less than a second, but it gives me the illusion of being restrained, and that’s all I need.
Bryson moves down the bed. “Spread your legs, sweet girl. Wide. Show me that pretty pussy.”
My face flushes as I follow his directions. Now, I’m far more exposed. And so very turned on.
Chapter 16
Bryson
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“Such a good girl.” My cock is going to revolt. I’ve never experienced anything like this. I wasn’t kidding when I told her I’m getting a sadistic fix.
When I strike a masochist with any implement, I’m fueled by the way they arch and moan. I enjoy the lines that show up on their bodies. It gives me a rush.
But this does, too. It’s almost the same thing. Lillian arches and moans, too. She’s fucking aroused. It’s not from pain. But in a way, I suspect she’s experiencing discomfort. The ache that comes from needing to come but being denied. I know that pain. I’m experiencing it, too.
Instead of red lines or palm prints coming up on her skin, I’m watching her nipples harden and her pussy drip. The goosebumps on her arms and legs and even her torso are the marks of her torture.
There is a difference that’s bigger than the fact that I’m not striking her. It’s rare for me to get aroused by dominating a woman. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a woman under my care who turned me on while I struck their skin.
I’m so fucking horny right now I’m going to need to get release one way or another soon. I won’t take her pussy, but I will come in my hand.
“Please…”
Oh, fuck. That tone. The way she begs so sweetly. It makes my cock twitch.
I set my palms on her inner thighs, giving her some relief in a roundabout way. The pressure gives her the opportunity to avoid having to keep her legs spread on her own.
