Page 20 of Bound by Love
My eyes widen, staring in terrified fascination at his massive shaft, wondering how much I will be forced to take.
Rytsar sniffs the air and smiles. “I smell your fear,radost moya.”
I glance over at Sir. His eyes locked on me, a look of avarice in his expression that I haven’t seen before. My body shivers under his intense gaze, and I am aroused by it.
I hear the unbuckling of a belt and watch as Rytsar removes his dress pants and pulls out his rigid cock. His lustful expression as he stares at me makes my body tingle with anticipation.
Both Sir and Rytsar walk toward me.
As they approach, I feel as if I am about to faint, not knowing how much they will expect of me. My imagination is running wild.
Sir orders Boa to let me go.
Sir reaches out and lifts my chin. I tremble at the feel of his touch, responding to the electricity of it. I look up at him with fear and adoration.
“My goddess, I am well pleased.”
I smile, basking in his praise.
“But I want more.”
“Yes, Master,” I answer, silently wondering if this will be my undoing.
“We are going to dominate not only your body, but also your will, téa.”
My pussy instinctually constricts in pleasure hearing this. The submissive in me longs for the level of domination these men offer, but I have never truly sacrificed my will before. Always, I have had the power to walk away if things go past my endurance.
The session with the bullwhip and the cat o’ nines was only the prelude to this ultimate sacrifice of will. I hope to experience the greatest of submissive ecstasy.
I am standing on a precipice, about to freefall with no net to save me. I gaze at Sir, drawn to his lustful need. The love and devotion I have for him remains unfaltering. I long to please him—no matter the cost.
My bottom lip trembles. “If it pleases you, Master.”
Those simple but powerful words seal my fate.
The four men grunt their approval, their eyes flashing with excitement now that I have officially laid my will down at their feet.
Sir caresses my cheek, and the pride I see in his eyes fortifies my heart, infusing me with courage.
“Anderson will claim your ass while Durov lays claim to your mouth.”
I nod in understanding.
“You will keep your eyes locked on mine the entire time. I want to see every emotion play out on your face.”
By commanding that my eyes remain open, he has taken away my one escape. Now I must be fully present and aware through the entire scene.
I’m finding it hard to swallow, to breathe, to even think.
Sir kneels down beside the chair and cradles my face with both hands. He leans in and kisses me. His kiss is tender and sweet—like a blessing.
The ache of my devotion cannot be satisfied.
When he pulls away, I know he has taken my will from me. I am theirs—all barriers stripped away.
Master Anderson positions himself behind me and I feel his finger, slippery with lubricant, slip inside my tight opening. He liberally coats the inner walls of my ass to ready it for penetration. I then feel the pressure of his cock press against my taut hole, but he stills himself, waiting.
I whimper, the anticipation of his penetration driving me wild.
