Tormented

Ben narrowed his eyes and hopped back up. “Of course I’m going to be done with her. Why do you think I wouldn’t be?”

“Because I’ve never knocked you off your feet before. And it was almost too easy.”

“I was distracted—thinking too much.”

“Sure, boss.”

The sparring ended less satisfactorily than Ben had wanted. Towards the end, Bataar had pinned him to the mat, a rare occurrence. Ben had hoped the sparring would take his mind off Kimani. Instead, she had barely left his mind.

Back at his place, he drew in a deep breath. He had opted not to take a shower at the gym because he wanted to get to Kimani and see how she was doing in person. He found her lying on her back with her knees in the air. He walked up to the cage and dropped his sweats. His cock had stiffened on the drive back as he’d contemplated the rest of her punishment.

He pointed his hard-on at her. She got to her knees. He fit his cock in between the bars of the cage. She took it into her mouth.

So bloody good.

She did her best to go and up down his shaft without the aid of her hands. Reaching through the cage, he fisted his hand into her braids and pushed her against his crotch. She started gagging, so he pulled back.

When presented with the opportunity to walk out the door without losing out on the money she could have earned from the Scarlet Auction, she had opted to stay. As much as he wanted to think it was because of him, it was because she had more work to do for her undercover project. That was what motivated her. Not money. Not him.

Upset, he shoved her back onto his cock, forcing her to deep throat him. He kept her there for several seconds, her nose tickling his pubes, before pulling her off him. She started to cough.

He could offer to go light on her punishment if she told him everything, but he wouldn’t be able to confirm whether or not she withheld anything. He went through all that she might have heard or recorded and wondered if she had tried to access his email the times she’d had his mobile. But his email required a password.

“Make me come in five minutes if you don’t want more bastinado,” he said.

He released her hair, making her do all the work. She went to town on his cock, slurping and sucking with vigor. He pulled off his tank and closed his eyes, enjoying every amazing second. Deciding to toy with her a little, he backed away. She had to press her face to the bars of the cage to get at his cock.

“Please, Master, can I have your cock?” she begged. “I want it so bad. You taste soooo good. I’ve got to have your cock.”

Even though he knew she was acting the part, his vanity smiled. She looked almost like a baby bird waiting to be fed. Holding the base of his cock, he guided it into her eager mouth. She sucked him till her cheeks caved inward. He helped her by fisting his hand into her hair once more, pushing and pulling. She gagged from time to time, drooling a little at the corners of her lips.

He bucked his hips. She couldn’t quite keep up, but he was too close to coming.

His cum blasted from him, overflowing her mouth as she tried to come off him to prevent his semen from accidentally shooting down the wrong pipe. Ecstasy quivered from his head to his toes.

“Every drop, pet,” he said as the last of his cum spurted from him.

She swallowed what she could and tried to lick what had come out of her mouth as well as his shaft, smearing some of his seed on the sides of her face in her effort. She couldn’t reach the drops on her thighs, so he scooped them up with his finger and had her clean off his digit.

“Um,” she said when she was done.

She was fucking amazing.

And in that moment, there was no fucking way he was returning her to Jake.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Her cheeks were sore from the blow job, her arms were sore from being bound behind her for so long, but making him come had only aroused her further. Kimani had tried her best to get herself off, but the confines of the cage provided her nothing. The clip on her clit drew all her attention there, mocking her with its consistent kiss of her pleasure bud. She had tried rubbing her legs together, hoping that the movement of the clip would be enough to send her into orgasm, but she had only succeeded in accidentally disengaging the clip.

“That was bloody great,” Ben breathed.

“Thank you for your cock, Master,” she said, glad that she was no longer alone.

He hadn’t been gone for more than an hour and a half, but the time had passed so slowly. During that time, she vacillated from anger to resentment, from frustration to longing, from betrayal to arousal. Never before had she felt so many conflicting emotions at once, nor felt so lost. It was crazy of her to agree to go into a session of BDSM with no safe words. After all that Ben had done to her, how could she trust him?

Strangely, she did. And she couldn’t say why. Just some gut feeling deep down. Her mind couldn’t rationalize it. She could keep telling herself that what she did was about finding a way to return safely back to the cabin, in Ben’s protection, and keeping the scoop alive. That what she did had nothing to do with him.

But it wouldn’t be true.