He bit her neck, licked the spot, bit again, the pain sharp and erotic.

“Open your legs for me.”

She hesitated despite the arousal urging her on. He was so big…

He chuckled. “Don't worry, by the time I enter that sweet pussy, you'll be begging me.” He kissed her hard, forcefully. “Open your legs, Kari.”

She parted her legs, and he slid between them. She could feel his penis against her entrance, the feeling exciting. Making her shiver.

“You know, I wasn't planning to do this until later, but I tire of repeating each command,” he murmured, and he kissed her again, taking her mouth deeply. When he pulled back, she realized her right arm was fastened above her head, a thick rope securing her cuff to the headboard.

“Hey!”

He lifted her other arm and secured the wrist cuff to a rope before she'd gotten past the surprise of the first.

“Wait. I don't—”

One knee on each side of her hips, he sat up. His balls bumped against her pussy, making her jump. As his weight on her legs pinned her to the bed, she pulled on the ropes; her breathing increased. She was tied to the bed. Tied. Before, she could at least move; now her cuffs were fastened to something. She couldn't even run.

He tilted his head, studied her as she pulled at the ropes. Leaning forward, he held her face between his two hands, his eyes a rich brown. She stilled, feeling like a trapped animal, a shivering mouse held in someone's grip.

His rough voice was quiet. “Are you in pain, Kari?”

“No, but…”

“No, what?”

He wasn't serious, was he? She was tied up, and he was sitting on her. And yet, she was horrified to feel herself getting wetter and wetter.

His hands left her face to stroke her breasts, circling the sensitive nipples until she pressed up for his touch. “No, what?”

His hands lifted, waited.

She was breathing hard and her answer huffed between her lips. “No, Sir.”

“Very good.” His fingers closed on her nipples, pulling, rolling, each movement just one tiny step short of real pain, each squeeze sending zings of sensation straight to her groin. “Such sensitive breasts.” He bent to suck one nipple into his mouth, working it, the feeling so intensely pleasurable, she cried out. He switched to the other.

“Look, Kari,” he said, his fingers pulling gently. “See how beautiful.”

Her breasts were swollen, tight with the nipples darkened to deep rose and spiking upward like tiny pencils. “Say, 'My breasts are beautiful.'”

“My breasts are beautiful.” And they were too.

His eyes warmed with approval before he slid down her body, pressing kisses to the undersides of her breasts, nuzzling her stomach. He nipped next to her belly button, making her squeak with surprise. And then he was there. Just looking at her most private of places. Her pussy.

Totally embarrassed, she tried to close her legs.

He pushed back to lean on his heels and narrowed a gaze at her. “My body to play with,” he repeated. “Open your legs for me.”

She slid them out, feeling the flush working its way up her chest. She was so wet, he'd see, know she was—

“Farther.” And he just sat there, waiting. In charge. Dominant.

She slid her legs farther apart, feeling her…her everything open. Totally exposed.

“Very nice. You have a lovely pussy, no matter how you try to conceal it. And I'm going to enjoy it in so many ways.” He pressed his hand to her there, right between her legs. “I'm going to lick it all over.”

She could feel herself dampen and so could he. “Maybe I'll use a vibrator, pushing it deep inside you.” Her vagina actually clenched, and he grinned wickedly, his eyes crinkling. He felt every little involuntary movement she made.

He positioned himself between her legs, his shoulders between her knees. She could feel his breath on her inner thighs, and her legs started to close against the intimacy.

“Keep them open, Kari, or I will tie them open.” And they both felt her wetness increase.

“You are a surprising woman, little sub.” He chuckled as he rolled off the bed, one ankle already in his hand. Grabbing the fleece-lined cuff roped to the footboard, he buckled it on and tightened the rope, imprisoning her leg at an angle. He snatched her other ankle as she was trying to decide if she should fight, and there she was, spread-eagled. Just like her fantasies, only this was real. Maybe too real.

The instinctive need to be free had her pulling at the ropes holding her wrists. Her chest squeezed with fear as she tried to kick her legs, and the restraints held. He stood at the foot of the bed and watched silently. Waited until she stopped.

He lay down between her legs. With her legs pulled outward, everything was open for him.

“You have a pretty, pretty pussy, Kari. Hidden within those little brown curls”—he pulled her pubic hair lightly, tantalizingly—“everything is pink.” One finger slowly slid down the outer labia. “You're very wet for me, can you tell?” He touched her right over the entrance, swirled a finger inside just long enough to make her squirm with pleasure.

When he took his fingers away, leaving her aching, she whined like a child.

“We have time, sweetheart, and I'm going to take my time.”

She almost blurted out a protest. Take me now; put your hands on me now. She managed to close her lips.

He stroked down her thigh, his hand so big that his fingers could curl underneath. His knuckles traced the path back up, across her tender, sensitive inner thigh, lightly over her pubis, and down the other leg. Almost to the right spot. Exquisite torture. Her fingernails dug into her palms as he stroked her legs, the curls on her pubis, the soft crease where her hip met her leg.

Her clitoris throbbed more with each pass, with each time he didn't touch her where she so needed to be touched. “Please,” she whispered, aching with longing.

“What do you call me?” he asked, touching her with just one finger, so close, edging so close.

She arched up. “Please, Sir, please.”

“Nicely said, sweetheart,” he murmured approval. And he slid the finger right into her.

“Aaah.” The nerves inside her vagina flared to life with the intimate invasion.

He lowered his mouth to her clit, a touch like butterfly wings. She arched again, tightening around his finger, needing more than the light flicks on her clit. She was so close. The world narrowed to just the feel of his hands, his mouth. One more touch…

He pulled his finger out, emptying her, and lifted his head.

Nooo. She whimpered a protest.

“You don't have permission to come.”

“What?” she whispered shakily.

“You come when I say, not before.”

“You can't—”

“Kari,” he warned in a hard voice. “I've been patient, but my patience is at an end. Did you get taught about punishment in your class?”

Not really. But the way he'd sent Sally off to be punished… She didn't want anything like that to happen to her. Her thighs shook with her need. “Sir, I'm sorry.”

“Very nice.” He lowered his head, licked up her labia, sucking one into his mouth, then the other, the sensation like hot velvet. His tongue laved right there in the center. Oh God, almost. Not far enough, she needed more.

Then one finger opened her, sliding in ever so slowly and back out. She tightened around him, her legs quivering uncontrollably. In again, his finger large, pressing down to add friction, out.

Two fingers. She moaned at the added sensation as his fingers drove into her, faster, harder. Her whole pussy was afire, wanton hunger burning through her. She strained against the restraints as his mouth came down on her. His tongue slid over her clitoris and around it, swirling and rubbing as his fingers plunged in and out.

She panted, her bottom pushing off the bed, closer, closer. “Ah, ah—”

And he stopped, took his hands away. “Not yet.”

“But—”

“Silence.”

Her groan came from deep within her, her entire lower half too tight. Throbbing with need. She'd never felt so out of control. Never begged before. She hurt.

He licked the tender skin of her inner thigh, and she shuddered. His shoulders rubbed against her legs, and she trembled against the restraints.

She pulled at her wrists, wanting to touch him, to force him to touch her; she'd even touch herself if she had to. Over her head, her hands closed into fists as the feeling of helplessness roused her further, making everything worse.

He slid a finger into her again, shooting urgency through her, her arousal higher and harder than before. She moaned, her head rolling from side to side. When her hips lifted, he ruthlessly pressed her back down, holding her for his use.

He pushed his finger in, pulled out, and added another finger. Her tissues were so swollen each thrust shoved her closer and closer. His tongue flicked across her clit, and she went rigid as her muscles tightened, as her vagina clenched around his fingers. She neared the peak, held there…

“Come now, Kari,” he ordered, his voice deep. Sucking her clitoris into his mouth, his tongue rubbed it hard and fast.

Her world flashed white, splintering around her, and she shattered with it. Spasms in her vagina rippled against the hard fingers impaling her, and her hips jerked uncontrollably. Her legs thrashed against the restraints, her arms pulled against the ropes, and the sensations went on and on.

When her climax started to slow, he'd move his fingers, slide his tongue across her again, and she'd arch back up as the exquisite tremors shuddered through her again. And again.