Page 33 of Carnal

"Too many to count, Mistress," he states.

I move to the front of his body. "Were they restrained like you are?"

He glances at the ceiling, sighing.

"Look at me," I demand, then slap the side of his ass hard.

His eyes widen, and his nostrils flare. He scowls.

I slap him again then grab his chin. "Is your tongue cut off?"

"No."

"No, who?"

"No, Mistress."

"Then answer my question."

"Yes, many were restrained."

"In your father's dungeon?"

He jerks his head backward. "How do you know—"

"I know lots of things. And you keep breaking the rules. No questions," I scold, then take out my flogger and slap it across his ass three times. Red flushes across his cheek, and he grits his teeth.

I take my hand and rub the spot, but I also glance at his cock, stating, "Your dick just throbbed."

He purses his lips.

I step closer, feeling a high so potent, dizziness hits me. I reach for his shoulder to keep myself stable and press the button. A step rises under my feet. When I'm at eye level with him, I put my lips an inch from his. Tonka bean, cedarwood, and geranium waft in my nostrils. I reach for his cock and stroke it, interrogating, "You've never mixed pleasure with pain before, have you?"

Fire burns in his eyes. Hardness overpowers his expression.

I softly laugh. "You thought only your subs could enjoy you. It surprises you that you're into this."

He continues not to speak.

I work his cock harder until pre-cum slips onto my hand and his chest is heaving for air. I purr into his ear, "I didn't permit you to come. If you do, I'll keep you locked here for a week."

His muscles contract. Hatred fills his eyes, but there's also a weakness. I've never seen it before. Tristano's always an alpha male who charges into danger without hesitation. But now, he's at my mercy.

The power trip I always get when I make powerful men submit reappears. It smolders, ready to burst into flames, but Tristano hasn't submitted yet. I move my face in front of his and kiss him.

He resists for a moment, probably from pride, but when I slide my hand through his hair, his tongue urgently darts against mine. I work his cock harder, kissing him as if my life depended on it, until his erection throbs in my hand and he's groaning. He yanks the chains, but there's nowhere for him to go.

I retreat several inches from his mouth, working him until he's shaking. But Tristano surprises me, controlling his orgasm past the point I thought he could. I pause my hand and ask, "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Please, Mistress."

Hearing him call me Mistress sends a new wave of power through my bones. I'm also contemplating something I've never done before, which is to end this and let him put me on the O-train. I don't usually have sex with my subs. Sure, I allow them to get me off, but I don't let them penetrate me. I'm unsure why, but it's always fulfilled my needs. Maybe it's the freshness of our encounter last night, but my pussy's throbbing to have him back inside me.

Stay in your role,I reprimand myself.

I drag my hand up his torso then slide my fingers with his pre-cum in his mouth, whispering, "You have to earn it. Now suck."

He shoots me a challenging expression but obeys.

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