Bound to Submit

She unleashed another garbled scream.

“Don’t you fucking come, Kenna. Not before you drink mine down. Do you hear me?” he growled, his finger sinking deep into her ass.

She moaned in response. It was all she could do.

All she could do except suck him for all she was worth. Which she did until he was squeezing his eyes shut and thinking about every unsexy thing he could just to hold back.

But, fuck, he’d never been good at resisting her ability to deep throat. And she kept impaling the back of her throat on the head of his cock and holding herself there.

He was a goner.

On a shout, he came. He came so hard that his grip on the rope might’ve been all that was keeping him on his feet.

“Swallow, baby. Take everything I give you,” he rasped. When the most intense part of his orgasm ended, he withdrew from her mouth and said one word, “Come.”

He went at her ferociously again, sucking her clit into his mouth, strumming it with his tongue, and finger-fucking her tight hole. Kenna came almost instantly, gasping and then crying out, her muscles clenching around his thrusting finger. Her whole body seemed to spasm, making the suspension spin. Griffin wiped his face and tucked his semi-hard cock away. “Yes, Kenna. Yes. I’m gonna need more of that from you, little one.”

And he knew just how to get more, too.

“Thank you. Thank you, Master Griffin,” she said, her voice dreamy again.

“Such a sweet, little sub,” he said, moving to the cabinet to grab what he needed. “But you can wait to thank me...” He turned on the vibrating wand. “...until you’ve come again.”

He placed it against her clit.

Her whole body flinched, as if he’d struck her with a Taser. “Oh, God, Sir. It’s too...it’s too much.”

“Where are you right now?” he asked.

“Green. I’m green, Sir. But—”

“Then take what I’m giving you,” he said in a stern voice. “And come again. As fast as you can.”

Holding one of the ropes to keep her in place, he rubbed the circular head against her clit in a firm back and forth that had her moaning and babbling and shivering.

“Master, I’m going to...God, I’m going to come.”

“Give it to me, Kenna.”

A low keening cry ripped out of her and turned into a guttural moan. The orgasm made her whole body flinch and jerk.

“I bet you can give me another,” he said, pinching a nipple as he reapplied the vibrator.

“No, no, no, no, no,” she moaned. “Oh, fuck.”

He’d always loved when she’d start cursing, because it was usually an indicator of how far gone she was. “That’s right, baby. Give your Master more of your come.” He stepped in close and wrapped a hand around to hold her by the ass, and then he sank his teeth into her thigh. Not hard. Not deep. But just enough.

She came again, this time so hard that the cry that tore out of her sounded like her teeth were chattering. “Master, please...it’s so...good. No more. Oh, God, I...I...I...can’t take it.”

He really wanted another, but he needed to know. “How is your arm right now, Kenna?”

“I...I...can’t,” she mumbled.

He crouched down and put his eyes in line with hers, which weren’t quite focusing.

“Can you tell me what color you are, baby?”

“I...um...I...green. Sir.”

Nope. She was too far gone to give him a good self-assessment, which might not have mattered as much if she didn’t have the amputation. But he had no idea how it might impact her limb to be held upside down for a while. And by the count of the clock, she’d already been that way for twenty minutes.

He hit the controls on the remote that lowered her again, and went to his knees so that he could cradle her head on the way down. “I’ve got you. Just relax and I’ll get you out of this, okay?”

She smiled up at him, but those eyes weren’t quite tracking. “‘Kay.”

God, she was fucking beautiful. And he wanted her to be his so bad he could barely breathe.

When she was down, he made quick work of removing the spreader bar and the ropes on her legs, and then he gently lifted her to sit up against his chest so that he could work the releases on the bindings around her upper body and arms. After a few minutes, they sat amidst a pile of scattered rope, and even something about that was beautiful to him as he held her back against his chest, her body cradled between his knees and thighs.