Bound to Submit

“God, please,” she said.

“Tell me how bad you need it,” he said, forehead pressed to hers.

Her gray eyes pleaded. “My pussy is aching so bad, Master.”

Fuck, there was that name again. “Tell me you want me to take care of you, to give you everything you need.”

“Yes. God, yes, Sir. You. I want you.”

Christ. He couldn’t wait another second. Without warning, he scooped her into his arms and gently laid her on the mat. When she cried out in surprise, he chuckled. “This is only the beginning, little one.”

He left her there, needing a moment to center himself. Because he was about to suspend her from the ceiling, and that meant he needed to make sure he was following every step and procedure. Using a switch on the wall, he lowered two chains attached to a spreader bar using a motorized pulley system in the ceiling until the bar reached the floor.

Even from where he stood ten feet away, he could see Kenna’s chest rising and falling faster, so she was aware of what was about to happen.

Kneeling at her feet again, he used high-capacity carabiner clips to secure the spreader bar to the knots. And then he crawled up her body, exploring her along the way with his tongue. Against the insides of her knees. The insides of her thighs. Along the ropes between her legs that pushed her lips together.

He paused there, helpless to resist, and plunged his tongue between her folds, teasing her clit and tasting her slick arousal over and over. Kenna cried out and tried to arch, but the ropes were so intricate upon her body that they held her prisoner.

And, God, he fucking liked that. He liked it a lot.

But he also knew that lying on the knots he’d tied all across her back would quickly become uncomfortable, and that he didn’t want. He crawled up further to place a soft kiss on her mouth. “Slow and steady, little one. Ready?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

He stepped away from her and pulled a remote control from his back pocket, and then the low whirr of the motor sounded out and slowly lifted Kenna’s legs into the air. And then her torso. And then her head and shoulders. Until she was hanging upside down by the spreader bar, her head maybe three feet off the ground.

Coming up behind her, he collected the length of her hair into his fist and then wrapped it in a hair band to keep it from falling in her face.

“Christ, you are a vision,” he said, walking around her as she slowly spun. “I’ve got half a mind to photograph you like this. Are you okay?”

“Yes, Sir. Green. It’s really intense...after so long,” she said.

Which was why he was diving right in. “I know, Kenna,” he said, unzipping his pants as he came to stand in front of her. “But I’ll take care of you. If you start to have concerns, speak freely or hum three times if your mouth isn’t free. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Then suck my cock.” He freed his erection, aligned perfectly with her face, and pushed his jeans down past his hips. With a moan, she opened her mouth and sucked him in. He had to grit his teeth to keep from shouting out, because being inside her after all this time was blowing his mind—and reducing his restraint. “That’s it. Move your head. Suck me good.”

She did. Damnit all to hell, but she did.

It was so good that he couldn’t hold himself still. He grasped the ropes near her breasts to leverage their movements as his hips started to move. And then he was fucking her mouth, sinking deep, making demands of her that she was meeting like a champ.

“God, Kenna. Take me. Take all of me,” he ground out as he buried himself in her throat and grasped the back of her head to stay there. “Hold it. That’s it. Hold it, baby.”

Finally, he pulled out, and she gasped for air, but she was also smiling and licking her lips. “More, please.”

“Okay, I’ll give you more. But don’t you fucking come until I do. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”

He got up close and penetrated her mouth again, and she immediately swallowed him down, and then he embraced her body and planted his mouth between her legs. Licking, rubbing, sucking. She screamed around his thrusting cock as he plundered her pussy with his lips and tongue and teeth. Wrapping his arms around the backs of her thighs, he added his fingers to the sensual torture, holding her open with one hand and fingering her with the other. When his fingers were slick with her arousal, he moved to her rear opening and pressed in.