Page 69 of Compelled Obedience

And to bask in a moment of sheer pleasure.

Another two minutes passed, and her breathing became more labored. She lifted her head, twisting it back and forth, and I could sense she was listening intently.

“Are you there?”

The lilt in her voice didn’t hold as much confidence as I was used to hearing. She fought with the bindings again, doing her best to jerk up from the bed. When it was apparent she believed I’d left her alone, I moved closer to the bed, pressing my hand against her leg. “Breathe, little kitten. You don’t need to worry. I will never leave you alone.”

Still quivering, she took a deep breath. “What are you doing?”

“Allowing you to become used to the darkness so you can see there is nothing to fear. Listen to the sound of my voice. What do you hear?”

“Amusement. You think this is funny.”

“Listen again, Kerri. Think about what my voice is telling you.”

She cocked her head to the side, obviously attempting to control her breathing. I could tell how quickly her pulse was racing by the throbbing in her neck. I continued brushing the tips of my fingers against her skin, enjoying the prickling sensations, the electricity already coursing through us.

I sensed the moment she realized what was happening, some of the tension releasing. “That I can trust you no matter what you command of me.”

“I will always do as I say. Now, relax.” I climbed onto the bed, straddling her legs, enjoying the way she followed every slight sound I made by tilting her head from one side to the other. When a slight smile curled across her lips, I opened my hand, running my flexed fingers down her face, barely touching her skin.

While her breathing remained shallow, I could tell it was from excitement instead of fear. She was finally learning that I had no intentions of hurting her.

At least not with the methods she was thinking.

While I was still a sadistic man, the last thing I would do was injure her gorgeous body, marring her sensuous skin.

I continued my exploration, allowing my hand to drift down her neck to the swell between her breasts. She laughed softly, obviously more ticklish than before. When I swirled the tip of my finger around her nipple, she sucked in her breath, shifting her hips back and forth.

My little kitten anticipated what was coming, arching her back a split second before I pinched the tender tissue of her taut bud between my fingers.

“Oh,” she whispered, laughing a second time then dragging her tongue across her lips. “That’s entirely different.”

“Exactly.” I watched her face, her expression changing every few seconds as the sensations continued to increase as I rolled my fingers down her stomach. She purred as I swirled my fingers around her belly button. I adored the way she jerked at the scarf, tugging with enough force the headboard was pulled away from the wall. Then it was returned to position, the slight thumping sound causing another nervous laugh to bubble past her lips.

I shifted back further, taking my time to brush my hands along both her legs before bending her knees, pressing them against the comforter and exposing her glistening pussy. I’d found that breathing around her had become next to impossible, my mind driven by the necessity of consuming her. It was odd to me that almost every other thought had her front and center.

Kerri tensed all over again, fisting her hands as she arched her back. I held my breath, basking in the beauty of her rosy nipples, both so aroused I wanted nothing more than to suck and bite until she cried out in pain. Soon. Very soon.

When I eased off the bed, the subtle sounds as she pursed her lips then opened her mouth caught my attention. Her skin was glistening, light beads of perspiration covering her top lip. She’d never allowed herself to be in such a vulnerable position. I felt honored.

Hell, what was I saying. I felt terrified.

I was used to being in power, taking control in every aspect of my life. But with her, I was the one who felt more vulnerable than I was comfortable with. Both Lachlan and Jameson had instinctively known it, picking apart my longing for the girl. I grabbed the vibrator from the dresser, resisting flicking the power switch.

Kerri took several shallow breaths, drawing my attention to her actions. She lifted her head, licking her dry lips and I could swear she was able to see through the dark material. Her toes were pointed as she did her best to obey my command. Goddamn, my cock ached thinking about driving my tongue deep into her tight, wet channel.

“While I should spank your ass for lying to me, tonight is about pleasure and pain, but in an entirely different way.”

She said nothing as I returned to the bed, but I didn’t need to see her eyes to know she was doing her best to try to figure out what I was doing. I took my time, enjoying the sinful view before sliding my thumb around her already partially swollen clit.

“Are you ready, my little kitten?” I pinched her swollen bud, my balls tightening from the way she gasped.

“What are you doing?” When she involuntarily lowered her legs, I tossed the vibrator, pushing my hands against her knees, keeping pressure until she whimpered.

“Teaching you patience.” I smacked two fingers against her swollen folds, the sadist inside of me reveling in the soft mews she made, the sounds made by the way she pulled against her binding. After cracking my fingers against her pussy three more times, I immediately lowered my head, flicking my tongue back and forth across her clit before wrapping my lips around the sweetness.

“Oh, God.” Panting, she continued to jerk her arms, fisting and flexing her fingers, her breath skipping.

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