Page 113 of No Saint

I shuffle back, moving up and doing as he says. He moves to the foot of the bed and gently removes one shoe and then the other, discarding them on the floor and then he moves to my wrists, picking up one tie and wrapping it around my wrist before he secures it to the bedpost.

“What are you doing?”

He says nothing as he moves to the other one.

“You’re going to beg me to stop,” he says, “but you won’t want me to. I need you to give me a safe word.”

“A safe word?” Both fear and excitement work its way through me. A part of me already wanted this to stop, a part of me afraid of how this might end but a bigger part wanted this more than I wanted the air in my lungs. I’d heard of people using safe words but never had I imagined being in the situation where one was required.

He chuckles, sensing that confusion, “You don’t need to be afraid, Amelia, this will be good for you as much as you’ll hate it. This is punishment and I’m going to do things you’ll hate to love but I want to know if it gets too much. You have to tell me.”

“So, a safe word?”

“Yes.”

“Casino.”

He smirks, “Okay.”

The ties secure me tightly to the bed but not so tight they cut off the blood to my hands. They chaffed the skin but it was bearable.

He stands to the side of the bed and removes his shirt. The bulge in his pants strained against the material, but he doesn’t free himself, instead he bends and takes items from the bottom drawer of the nightstand.

I see the dildo and vibrators sitting next to the whiskey.

My mouth drops open.

“Ever used these before, Amelia?” He teases, picking up the large cock, “Did you ever use toys on that pretty cunt of yours?”

“Yes.”

He grabs a small bottle next which I realize is lube before he comes to kneel between my legs.

“You look so pretty like this,” He tells me, whispering his fingers down my stomach, the muscles quivering where he touches. I was on fire, every nerve ending ready to explode.

His hand slides through my pussy, teasing. I was already wet, practically soaked but he wanted more. It wasn’t hard considering how tightly strung I was. I throbbed with a desperate need. Wanting him more than I had ever wanted anything.

My breath sawed from my chest, eyes stuttering closed as I prepared for the blow of him taking away the orgasm. When it happens, he chuckles and I shake my head, blowing out a breath. Then I feel the large head of something pressing into my entrance. I swallow as I look down, seeing him watching as he presses the hard length of the dildo into me. He watches it intently as if he dared not to miss a single second of it.

It was big and I could feel it stretching me but the coolness of the lube and the slickness of it helped as he pushed it gently into me. I widen my thighs.

“That’s it,” he praises, “Such a dirty fucking girl.”

“Fuck,” I groan.

“Look at how good this pussy takes it,” he rasps, “You take everything I give you so well Amelia.”

I needed more. I bare my hips down, trying to get him to press it into me some more but he has the control and that damn dark chuckle tells me he knows it.

“Greedy girl,” he pumps it slowly, not filling me completely with it, “Are you thirsty, Amelia?”

Was that a genuine question?

When he stops moving, my eyes snap open, finding him waiting for an answer expectedly.

He holds the cock still inside me, staring.

“Are you thirsty?”

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