Page 68 of Compelled Obedience

She gagged, her eyes watering. I held her in place, resting on the balls of my feet. Then I pulled almost all the way out, allowing her to catch her breath before thrusting deep inside, the tip hitting the back of her mouth.

Stiffening, she continued stroking my balls as she pressed her other hand against my thigh. The way she dug her nails into my skin was sexy as hell. I placed my other hand on the side of her head, beginning to fuck her mouth in earnest.

“You’ll never be in charge, my beautiful kitten,” I managed, although she had more control than she likely realized.

She looked up at me with her stunning eyes and I wanted nothing more than to sink my cock deep into her sweet pussy.

But not before I tasted and teased her. My throat was dry, the anticipation of licking every drop of her sweet honey far too delicious. I continued pumping in her mouth, my leg muscles strained.

“Arms behind your back.” As soon as I issued the command, her eyes opened wide, but she did as she was told. I would be testing not only her resolve but her trust in me by tying her to the bed. The test was simple, easy, yet for a personality as bold and cautious as Kerri’s, I knew it took a lot for her to do.

She never blinked as I continued fucking her mouth, driving in slow and even strokes as her tongue swished back and forth. Every so often she gagged, but I sensed she was finally relaxing, able to enjoy being face fucked.

As much as I wanted to come down her throat, to require her to lick up every drop, cleaning my cock and balls for several minutes, I craved being inside of her. That would come later.

“That’s enough.” My voice was raspy, my heartbeat rapid yet I managed to push her away just in time. After wiping my arm across my mouth, I studied her through hazy eyes. And I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

“Bring me two scarves.”

“Why?”

“Because your master commanded you to.”

She slowly rose to her feet, her eyes darting back and forth, but she did as I asked, going to her closet and retrieving two of them.

“Lie on the bed,” I told her.

She did, but only after searching my eyes. I wasn’t entirely certain if she was attempting to find a good man behind my eyes or simply recognition for surrendering to my commands. If she was hoping for the first, I was no longer certain he existed. “Good girl.”

There was a level of tension in the room that I completely understood. Her hands were fisted at her sides, her chest rising and falling as her pulse continued to increase.

I eased onto the bed, noticing the slight difference in her breathing. She was anticipating the worst. “Do you know that when one of your senses is interrupted or completely shut down, the others will take over?”

Swallowing hard, she barely managed to look in my direction. “No.” The single word was said through gritted teeth.

After rubbing my fingertips down her arm, I showed her one of the scarves. “I’ll prove my point. I’m going to blindfold you. What you’ll realize quickly is that your hearing, your touch, and your perception will be almost instantly highlighted. Depriving your eyesight can heighten other senses.”

She dragged her tongue across her lips and nodded once. I took my time lifting her head gently and securing the blindfold.

“Arms over your head,” I told her.

“Why?”

“Because this is a way for you to learn about trust. And because I told you to.” It was difficult not to smile when in her presence. She had such a verve for life, a need to push hard in everything she did. I admired that in her. It was easy to tell she was debating whether she wanted to trust me. Giving up another level of control was never easy, but in this case necessary if she was serious about working inside Carnal Sins.

What I’d yet to tell her was that I was having second thoughts about allowing her to work inside the private club. Why?

Because she belonged to me.

And because I had no doubt she was embroiled in the middle of something that could very well have more to do with me. The why was something I had to ascertain quickly.

It was that simple yet that difficult to embrace. I’d never felt so strongly before. I’d never wanted to train a woman, allowing her submissive side to flourish. I’d also never believed I’d find someone who could suit my needs while refusing to take shit from me. The thought was deliciously inviting as well as dangerous.

She took her time and made certain her actions were exaggerated but placed one arm over her head then the other. Her ability to surrender if only for a limited time kept my cock at full attention and my needs becoming darker with every passing second. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with her scent of desire before wrapping the silk material around her wrists, tugging so she was aware that she was going nowhere then tying the two ends around one of the iron posts on the headboard.

I got off the bed, remaining quiet, returning to my position in front of the dresser. There was something so special about watching her reaction to the sudden silence in the room. She had no way of knowing whether I’d walked out or remained watching her. She remained completely still for a full three minutes then shifted, struggling with the bindings to determine if she could escape.

I’d learned the art of Shibari and other rope skills years before, although it had been some time since I’d had the opportunity to practice. I guess it was like riding a bike. The lessons had come back to me. I grinned from the thought, doing my best to maintain some sense of patience. This was as much a test for me as it was for her. I was almost certain I’d be the one who wouldn’t pass given my increasing need to taste and fuck her. But tonight was about peeling away another layer, exposing more of her vulnerability while providing an avenue of trust. That would be needed in the coming days.

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