Kingpin's Property

He withdrew immediately, depriving me of all contact for the space of a heartbeat. Then, his touch landed on my inner thigh, trailing up toward my soaked pussy. I shifted my hips, desperate for direct contact. He evaded my attempts to urge him closer, his exploration completely controlled and directed at his own leisure.

His calloused fingertips swirled through the wetness that coated my thighs, his touch tracing a maddening path around the outer edges of my swollen labia. They pulsed in time with my heartbeat, and my inner muscles contracted around nothing, leaving me feeling desperately empty.

Cool air washed over my body, his heat disappearing entirely. My eyes snapped open, a bereft cry bursting from deep inside my chest.

His bottomless black gaze ensnared my full attention, pulling me inexorably down into the darkest depths of his being. His will consumed my own, his control absolute and cruel. He’d taken full command of my body, claimed every inch of my flesh as his own possession.

He kept me locked in his intense stare as he lifted his fingers to his lips, forcing me to watch as he tasted my arousal. A low, animal sound rumbled from his chest, and I felt an answering vibration deep in my core. I shuddered and moaned, viscerally affected by him even without direct touch.

He sucked his fingers clean and stared down at me, keeping me trapped in his sadistic influence. “Now you know how I feel,” he said, his soft voice teasing over my sensitized skin like silk, drawing a humiliating whimper from my chest.

A cruel smirk twisted his lips. “That’s it, kitten. Suffer for me.”

He leaned over me, his face dipping closer to mine. I arched toward him in desperate anticipation of his kiss. He stopped just beyond my range of movement, denying me. The unyielding handcuffs restrained my body, and I was powerless to seek any pleasure unless he deigned to offer it.

I was so thoroughly captured by his dark gaze that I didn’t notice when he withdrew something from his pocket. Cool metal encircled my right wrist, the weight featherlight in comparison to the heavy cuffs that held me at his mercy. I heard the soft snick of a delicate clasp catching, followed by a louder click before the handcuffs released.

Even once I was freed, I didn’t try to move; I remained exactly as he’d bound me, hoping that my submission would earn his merciful touch.

His dark chuckle rumbled over my flesh, making my skin pebble with awareness.

Still, he denied me. He turned his attention to a small black gift box that rested on the nightstand—about the size of his palm. He opened it and withdrew its strange contents, holding up the foreign item for my inspection.

Two silver spheres were closely connected by a red cord. They dangled from a longer loop of cord, which he pinched between his fingers. He allowed the odd device to sway hypnotically, and my eyes followed with rapt fascination.

“Do you know what these are for, kitten?” he asked, his voice low and deep.

I shook my head, unable to remember how to formulate words.

A smug smile twisted his sensual lips. “They’re to make sure you behave while I’m gone. And to ensure that you are very happy to see me when I return.”

He shifted, moving down my body to grip my thighs in his big hands. I parted them eagerly at the lightest pressure, desperate for him to stimulate my aching pussy.

He pressed the strange device against my swollen lower lips, and I cried out at the shock of the cold metal ball on my heated flesh. He didn’t relent, his free hand pressing firmly on my belly to prevent me from squirming away from the discomfort.

My sex was wet enough that the two spheres slid easily inside me, stretching my tight inner muscles briefly before settling deeper in my core.

Once they were in place, he shifted his hold on me. His hands grasped my thighs, just beneath my ass. He lifted slightly, manipulating my hips in a gentle rocking motion.

I threw back my head on a rough shout, overwhelmed at the foreign sensation of the heavy spheres moving inside me, rumbling through the most sensitive, intimate part of my body.

A soft beeping sound penetrated my lustful haze, and he abruptly released me to check his watch. His attention returned to me, his savage grin making my heart stutter. He gestured at my wrist.

“Your pretty new bracelet lets me know when your heart rate is elevated.” His chin lifted, his powerful bearing pressing down on my chest and making it difficult to draw breath. “I will know if you try to pleasure yourself while I’m gone. If you try, you will face severe consequences. Do you understand me, kitten? You don’t come until I command it.”

A fine tremor raced over my flesh, my body far too hot in contrast to the cool air that caressed my skin.