He sighed, the jealous rage almost immediately leaving his icy-blue eyes. He released my chin and gently caressed my cheek. “Such a sweet one,” he said softly. My cheeks tinted red at his sweet words. “Don’t ever change, little one.”
“I won’t, sir,” I promised him.
He smiled at me before he moved to my feet. He tied a rope around each of my ankles before spreading my legs and tying them to the last two posts on the bed.
I was officially completely open to him and at his mercy.
And I loved it.
“Trust me,” he said softly as he crawled onto the bed and leaned down between my legs.
I moaned, my back arching as my eyes slid closed when he slid the flat of his tongue along my slit. “Oh, fuck,” I whimpered as I wrapped my hands around the ropes, tugging slightly. His hands slid over my belly, down to my hips, and then, he clamped his hands onto my thighs, squeezing the soft flesh there.
His tongue flicked over my clit before he sucked lightly. He slid two fingers inside of me. His tongue and lips were wreaking havoc on my clit all while he curled those two perfect fingers inside of me, hitting that perfect spot.
“Come when you feel your orgasm,” he told me, his voice rough and hoarse, vibrating between my legs. I whimpered. “Don’t you dare fucking hold back with me.”
I sure as fuck didn’t have to be told twice.
A few moments later, I came hard, barely resisting the urge to shout his name, knowing that would earn me a punishment. In this room, James was sir. His name wasn’t spoken in here.
He moved his body over mine, licking his lips as he did so. I moaned at the sight. “You taste so fucking good, little one,” he growled.
I arched my back, tightening my hands around the ropes as he easily slid inside of me. He slid his arms beneath my back and cradled my head in his hands as he slowly rocked our bodies together, never increasing his pace or the force of his thrusts.
I lost count of the number of times I came. I whined, everything down there becoming too sensitized. He gripped my hair. I ripped my eyes open to stare up at him. “Remember your fucking safe word,” he growled. “But you’re a good girl, little one. You can take this.”
I licked my lips, nodding my head. “I can take this, sir,” I gasped out, arching my back as I came again.
“Good girl,” he rumbled.
He took my body to new heights, giving me pleasure I never knew existed. He was the master of control, never increasing or decreasing the speed of his hips, never changing the angle of his hips. He just kept hitting that spot inside of me that continuously had me coming around him.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled.
“Sir, p-please,” I whimpered as he wrung another orgasm out of me. I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take.
He reached between us and rubbed my clit. I screamed, my vision momentarily going white, my ears ringing. I thrashed on the bed, unable to catch my breath, my head pounding.
He slid out of me and quickly untied the ropes before pulling me against his body, cradling me close to him. “Rest,” he softly ordered.
~*~*~
I moaned in protest as James lifted my exhausted body from the bed, cradling me to his chest. “Sir,” I mumbled.
“James,” he corrected me. “We’re not having a session. This is aftercare,” he told me.
I blearily stared up at him in confusion. “But we’re in the playroom,” I mumbled in confusion.
He nodded. “As I’m aware, little one. But we’re not in a session. Only when you are acting as my submissive will you call me sir,” he reminded me.
“Okay,” I whispered as I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, getting ready to let him take care of me.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered. A small smile tilted my lips.
“I like making you happy,” I sleepily blurted, my tired brain no longer utilizing its filter. My cheeks burned at my words.
James brushed his lips to my forehead in response. He stepped into a jacuzzi-style tub, much like the one in our bathroom. He eased down into the water, holding me on his lap. “Get some more rest,” he told me. “I’ve got you. We’re going to soak here for a while to help relax your muscles.”
I snuggled closer to him, closing my eyes as I rested my head on his shoulder. “You’re so good to me,” I whispered.
He sighed. “I’m just taking care of you. I hate that you feel like this kind of care is a privilege.” He pressed his lips to the top of my head. “But I intend on changing that,” he promised. “I want you to learn to expect this from me, little one.”
I just snuggled closer to him in response, a yawn falling from my lips. I was so tired.
He grabbed my hand in his under the water before he relaxed deeper beneath the suds, his arm tightening around my waist. “Rest,” he softly ordered.
I sure as fuck didn’t have to be told twice.