Sir's Redemption (Doms of Decadence 8)

“You did so well, baby, I’m proud of you.”

Warmth filled her and not because of her flaming butt. This is why she submitted. She liked giving up control. She liked not having to make the decisions and call all the shots. And she really liked the way he took care of her afterwards. The way he looked at her with admiration and pleasure.

She enjoyed pleasing him. To see that look of satisfaction on his face. To know she was his to do with as he pleased.

He kissed her gently, moving his mouth over hers, pressing his tongue between her lips. It didn’t take much coaxing for her to open up. The kiss turned hotter, more passionate, and her clit throbbed, her pussy already wet and needy clenched down, wanting him inside her.

He tugged at the chain linking the nipple clamps, and she groaned as shots of intense bliss engulfed her. Moving back, he stared down at her for a moment.

“I need you, Kinley. You’re going to take me deep inside you. I want you around me, your warmth welcoming me in, engulfing me.”

Yes. Yes, she wanted that too.

He undid her legs, massaging them lightly as they protested. They hadn’t been held up too long, but she felt a little stiff all the same. When he returned them to the stirrups, he didn’t secure them again. Next, he undid her wrists, massaging them.

“Keep your arms at your sides,” he warned. “I don’t think your ass wants to feel my hand right now, does it?”

She shook her head. “Nope, no way.”

He moved between her open legs. Then leaning down, he took her clit into his mouth, sucking lightly. She let out a deep cry. Oh, God, so good. So good.

It wasn’t going to take much at all. She was right there. So close.

He drew back.

“Noooo,” she groaned in protest. “Please, please.”

“I do enjoy hearing you beg. But there’s no coming for you tonight, remember?”

Shoot, she’d forgotten. He couldn’t be serious.

She gave him puppy dog eyes. He couldn’t resist the puppy dog eyes. She knew he couldn’t. He shook his head with a low chuckle.

“You are such a brat.”

“Please, Sir? Please let me come. I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on.”

He rolled his eyes. “No, you won’t.”

No, she wouldn’t. But she’d promise anything right now just to be allowed to come.

“But I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

He didn’t want her to lose weight. Didn’t get embarrassed if she laughed a little too loudly or said something stupid. Didn’t worry that she worked as a receptionist in a plumbing firm or that she had cellulite on her thighs. He liked her just as she was. And that was something precious.

“And, luckily for you, I’m feeling particularly generous right now.” He circled her clit, lightly, teasingly, and she couldn’t help but arch up, searching for more. “But you’re going to wait until you’re given permission.”

Oh, well, it was better than not getting to come at all.

“Thank you, Sir. You’re the best.”

He shook his head. “I cannot believe the way you have me wrapped around your little finger. I shouldn’t give in to you, it sets a bad precedent. But hear me well, Kinley.”

She looked at him, surprised by the very serious note in his voice. “Disobey the rules again and you certainly won’t be coming. And not just during one night of play either. Understand me?”

“I understand, Sir.” And she did.

He pulled down his pants, not bothering to take them all the way off. His deliciously long cock caught her attention before he fisted it, rubbing his hand back and forth over the shaft. He grabbed a condom from the table and slid it on. She licked her lips. She’