Page 38 of Exquisite Temptation

Here we are again. The little brat testing me, pushing boundaries. I slap her gorgeous breasts hard, making her wince with pain. The sound of my hand hitting her soft skin thunders in the air, feeding the sadistic beast inside me. An inaudible sound escapes from the back of my throat, warning her.

"Try again, little pet."

"I'm yours, and you own me, Sir."

"Good girl." I hitch her skirt up around her waist, revealing her tiny, black, lacy G-string panties, which I promptly rip off with one swift movement.

Fuck. The sight of her pebbled nipples, parted red lips, and bare cunt makes my heart flutter in my chest and cock strain against my jeans. Letting go of her throat, I grab her wrists and hold them against the wall. The heady scent of her floral perfume envelops me, making me drunk with the need to claim her. She tilts her head, flicking her gaze to my mouth and running her tongue across her lower lip, silently inviting me. Slamming my mouth on hers, I devour her with mindless hunger, and shove my fingers into her slick pussy, stroking and teasing her g-spot relentlessly. She whimpers in my mouth, tightening her thighs and clenching her muscles around my digits, sucking them in deeper.

I pull away, gazing into her eyes. "What are you?"

"Greedy slut, Sir."

The louder she pants, grinding her cunt down and drenching my hand with her juices, the harder I finger fuck her, bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm. I want to see her squirt and make a puddle on the floor.

"How bad do you want to come, greedy slut?" I let go of her hands, letting them fall by her sides.

Her chest rises and falls with heavy, throaty breaths. "Baad, Sir."

My cock grows hard as a rock, aching for release.Not yet. This is only the beginning,I promise myself. Nestling my head between her breasts, I clamp my teeth on her tips, pulling and biting hard until her body shakes, and her high-pitched moans assault my ears. I let go for a moment.

"Come for me now, slut." With my free hand, I continue to pinch, pull, and twist her tortured nubs, sending her off the edge.

Screaming, her cunt gushes, squirting all over my hand and running down the inside of her thighs. When her breathing slows down and legs stop shaking, I ease my fingers out. She leans against the wall, warm red blush staining her cheeks as she attempts to yank her skirt down to cover herself.

"Take your hands away. Did you think I was done with you, dirty whore? I need to hear you scream and plead for mercy, feeling it deep into your bones after I'm done with you." I gather her in my arms, carrying her straight to my playroom, ignoring the whispers of my dark heart to never let her go.

Chapter 24

Micaela

Adesperategaspescapesmy lips, clipping the late morning silence. I blink repeatedly, uncertain if I should scream, run, or cry. Who did this? Why? I stare at the shattered glass littering the ground from the smashed windows, slashed tires, ripped wipers, torn mirrors, and key scratches. As if I don’t have enough to deal with, my basement being flooded with shit, and now someone trashed my car. I can’t catch a break. Today should have been an amazing day. Christopher woke me up with the best vanilla sex. I should be on my way to do a flower Kinbaku photoshoot with one of the best Kinbaku Masters in the western hemisphere. We agreed to work on this project to break the societal stigma about kink play. The mainstream public still misunderstands the BDSM lifestyle. I’m hoping the beautiful art of rope bondage will lift the veil of taboo and help the public gain a better insight into the kink culture, that it’s not abuse, but a choice based on mutual trust and honesty.

Peeking inside my car, my gaze comes to rest on a photograph of me and Christopher coming out from the grocery store and a black rose laying on the passenger seat. Black roses mean death, hatred, and mourning. Is this a threat? My heart thrashes in my chest as sheer blind fright sweeps through me. Trudging through the house like a zombie, I follow the sound of the espresso machine whirring and grinding coffee. Christopher grows still, his dark eyes focusing on me intently.

"Are you okay, pet? What happened? You look like you have seen a ghost."

"My car-" I whimper.

Everything spins around me, and the ground sways beneath my feet.Oh, no, I’m going to faint.The photo and rose slip from my trembling hand, falling on the hardwood floor. Christopher rushes towards me, catching me before I crumble like a house of cards.

Lifting me in his arms, he marches to the living room and deposits me on the couch. He perches on the coffee table and leans forward, taking my hands in his. I squeeze my eyes shut, my tight chest labors to fill with air.

"Destroyed…late…photoshoot-" Nonsensical words tumble from my mouth.

I don’t feel good.A heavyweight presses on my chest.Am I having a heart attack? God, I’ll die.I have to get out of here, get away. I can't do this. I can't feel this.

"Look at me, pet." I raise my head, meeting his gaze. "It’s a panic attack. It will pass. Come on, breathe with me, pet. Inhale through your nose on a count of four, hold for two, and exhale through your mouth on the count of four." I lock my gaze to his, using him as an anchor, breathing in deeply, hold, and exhale.

"That’s it. Well done, pet. Keep going. You are safe." He continues breathing with me until the panic subsides. "Now, look around and tell me five things you can see. This will help you ground, okay?"

I bob my head, darting my gaze around the room. "Bookshelf. Television-" I pause for a moment. The heat of his hands seeps into mine, calming my overwrought nerves.

"You are doing great. What else do you see?" His eyes burn with tenderness, threatening to unravel me.

"Couch, plants, coffee table." The exercise helps me regain control of my emotions and myself. Pulling my hands away, I put them on my heart, listening to the steady beat.

It’s okay. You are sitting on the couch. Christopher is here with you. You are not in danger, and it’s a normal reaction to a highly stressful situation,I remind myself now that the fog of the attack has lifted.

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