Page 9 of Possession

“Tsk, tsk, pet. I believe that little lapse comes with a punishment.”

She moaned under her breath as if in anticipation. Hmmm, interesting. It was time to move this show along. My cock was humming with need. I wanted to bury it deep inside this woman. To feel her from the inside out. Her pussy. Her mouth. Her ass. It didn’t matter. In the end, we’d own every hole. My gut told me she was the one we’d been searching for and it wasn’t usually wrong.

“I believe our sub here might enjoy our form of correction. What do you think, Nat?”

Nat winked at me and gave a short upward chin tilt. “I definitely agree with you. But why don’t you check and see? I’d hate for us to be wrong.”

With a flick of my wrist, my finger came in contact with smooth, wet pussy. I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, but unexpectedly coming across bare skin instead of satin fabric made a liar out of me.

I chuckled. “Nat, our naughty little pet here isn’t wearing any underwear. And she’s sopping. There’s no doubt a puddle of her sweet pussy juice beneath her. I bet she’s going to taste delicious.”

A deep masculine rumble was his response. I rubbed up and down her slick pussy slit, teasing the opening with the tip of my finger, but not penetrating further. Instead, my finger moved, increasing the contact on the upward swipe to graze her clit with each stroke. My gaze bore into hers as I confirmed what we both knew, even as her moan of pleasure confirmed it. “The thought of us punishing you turns you the fuck on, doesn’t it? You’re gushing just thinking about all the dirty, wicked, perverse things we’re going to do to you.”

Madeline’s hips moved under the gentle coaxing of my finger as more wetness poured from her. She bit her lip, but another sound of ecstasy still escaped. “Yes, Master.”

Letting the anticipation build, I kept stroking her, teasing her clit — fast, then slow — as the smell of her arousal wafted around us. She squirmed in her chair, legs now fully splayed open, her juice practically pooling on the seat beneath her. Her eyes began to close behind her lenses, and I could see her muscles tensing in preparation for her orgasm. When I could tell she was on the precipice of tumbling over, I pulled my hand away at the same time Nat let go of her hand. Her expression shifted, her eyes popped open, and she blinked. Blinked again. Then her adorable mouth turned into a pout.

“Why did you stop? I was almost there.”

I smiled wickedly. “Yes, I know. Let’s just call that the prelude to your punishment. Now, we need to negotiate our scene before we go any further.”

The few tendrils of hair around her face fluttered when she let out a small, annoyed huff of air. Nat and I both liked the challenge of a sub with just a bit of defiance in her. Not a complete brat, but enough spark to make it interesting.

“What are your hard limits? And do you have a safe word?”

I was curious about her response considering I knew Nat’s kinks. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched his reaction.

Matter-of-factly, she ticked them off. “My hard limits include watersports and scat, humiliation, whipping, and anything that leaves permanent markings. Oh, no needles either.”

“How do you feel about knife play?”

There was a devious twinkle in his eyes at her answers. I knew Nat would push her limits with his love of the knife. For him though, it wasn’t about the cutting per se, although he certainly enjoyed seeing his shallow marks on a sub’s skin. He also didn’t bleed anyone unless they enjoyed it. It was the mind-fuck, the fear, that turned him on.

She took a moment to ponder her answer. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve never experienced it before. Is blood involved? Because that would definitely be a hard limit.”

Nat replied since this was his area of expertise. “For me, it’s not about the blood. It’s the rush of the mindfuck. It’s a heady feeling knowing that my sub trusts me enough to not damage her body. On occasion, I like to leave some scratches, a reminder, but they’re shallow and I don’t fully break the skin. Of course, there is definitely a tremendous amount of trust involved, because sometimes things happen. But I always take every safety precaution before engaging in any play, especially with someone inexperienced in it. If it’s something you’d like to try sometime, I’m more than willing to oblige.”

I was glad she took her time, weighing the idea instead of immediately shooting it down. The power of the knife really was an integral part of him. Nat would accept her limits though.

“Let’s table that one for another time. For now, I’m going to say it’s a hard limit with the option to change my mind.”

“Understood. I hope to change your mind soon,” he added with a cheeky grin.

“I hope you do, too,” Madeline replied just as cheekily.

“Well, now that we’ve learned your hard limits, we should also share ours. We draw the line at electrical play and age play. Neither are our special kind of kink.”

“So you won’t spank me and make me call you Daddy then, huh?” She smirked, a sparkle shining from behind her glasses.

Nat slowly rose from his seat, causing Madeline to tilt her head way back to track his movements. She shifted nervously in her seat, swallowing hard, most likely realizing she’d awakened the beast inside him. He took one step forward and threaded his fingers through her hair, fisting the strands and gently, but firmly, pulling her up and out of her chair. He leaned down and rasped his stubble across her cheek and jaw before whispering in her ear.

“There will most definitely be spanking involved, pet. My hand is already twitching with the need to redden that ass of yours. You’re spunky and full of fire and I like it. But I think it’s time now for that punishment you earned.”

I could see her tremble from the hot breath blowing against her as he continued.

“Along with a new one it looks like we’ll be adding to it. Just so you don’t forget it’s Master, not Daddy. Now, be a good submissive and tell us your safe word.” He nipped her ear, emphasizing the command behind his directive and she sagged against him, her hands clutching his biceps as though to hold herself up. Nat braced his palm around her hip to help keep her steady.

Her eyes were heavy-lidded with arousal and it took her a moment to get her bearings. Once she had, she wobbled a bit as though weak in the knee. I stood and moved behind her, effectively caging her between us as I traced my finger down her arm, causing her to shiver.

On a shaky breath, she exhaled her answer. “Dragonfly.”

“Good girl. Now, are you ready to accept your punishment, Madeline?”

“Yes, Master.”

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