Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Rebel,” he said in his deep, serene voice as he reached for the second thigh cuff, “you’re just making it worse. This disobedience means I have to spank your pussy before I close you up.”
CHAPTER 25
Christian
Leah let out a wrenching sob at the news she had earned more discipline with her defiance. Her whole body trembled under me, and my cock gave a distracting leap against my thigh. The sheer force of my attraction to her seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment.
That lusty, obscene need to fuck my gorgeous rebel got even more urgent the more I felt it compounded by the growing affection and sympathy of my basically tender, if well-guarded, heart. Leah’s obvious struggle to come to terms with her submissive needs almost made me want to surprise her, once I had tied her up properly, with a gentle, loving session of old-fashioned dominant sex, my hardness moving in and out of her sweet, smooth pussy until she screamed and shuddered again and again in helpless pleasure.
That would come someday soon. At the moment, though, leniency with Leah would serve neither of our needs. I had told her the consequences, and she needed to receive them. Indeed, I had not the slightest doubt that she had messaged me and summoned me back precisely because she so desperately yearned for them—if very much despite what she probably still considered her better judgment.
I had the second thigh cuff around her right thigh. I fastened it with the sturdy Velcro, tight enough to make sure it stayed in place. Turning back around to look down into Leah’s wide eyes, I spoke the necessary command.
“Apartment, retract headboard left.”
The expression on Leah’s face as she felt her right knee raise toward her chest made my cock so hard that in my straddling position it began to ache inside my jeans. Her eyes seemed to beg for mercy even as the crease in her brow told me of her arousal. I could have pulled out my phone, if I had wanted, to verify that Selecta’s biometric analysis showed the same thing my eyes so easily perceived, but I had no need: I could see the obvious signs of a submissive young woman’s healthy response to her first bondage.
Even more enchantingly, I had the impression once again that I could see even deeper into my rebel’s heart and mind. I could read one thought, at least, with absolute certainty: This is what it feels like, to belong to a man who understands what I need.
I couldn’t help smiling—really, I didn’t want to keep the pleasure and satisfaction off my face, because I had noticed the effect my smiles could have on Leah. I watched her eyes get even wider as she saw this one, and I felt her hips lift with one of those sweet, involuntary signs of just how badly her pussy needed fucking. Across her face I saw a now-familiar expression flit: the vain hope that I wouldn’t notice the shameful movement, wouldn’t perceive the incontrovertible evidence of this apparently independent young woman’s humiliating craving for cock.
I bent my face down, slowly. Leah’s lips parted as my mouth neared hers, and then she closed them to swallow very hard and very visibly. I kissed her, very gently, as she moved her chin back and forth just a little, a refusal that didn’t actually represent resistance, but rather the wonderful submissive reflex to enjoy the fantasy that she didn’t really want her master’s attentions. Leah in truth yearned for a man’s dominance so strongly it confused and troubled her, and so it helped to shake her head even as I kissed her tenderly and felt her body respond under me.
I broke the kiss, leaving her gasping, and I swung my right knee carefully over her face so that I could climb off the bed. I walked slowly to the foot of it, so that I could look her in the eyes again, her face framed by the charming sight of her spread thighs. Her lace-covered pussy, with the cleft of its pink left just visible through translucent mesh, lay just below in my foreshortened view.
Leah looked back at me, her face working with more emotions and ideas than I could have named, even with what felt like my power to read her mind.
Again, though, I could see one thought prevailing in her lovely green eyes, and I named it for her, to help her along in her learning. Her punishment must take place: her sweet pussy would soon receive the discipline Leah had earned. I knew that talking her through it might not make it easier, but it would certainly make it more valuable in the long run.
“It helps to be restrained, doesn’t it, Rebel?” I asked, putting a very slightly condescending note in my voice. Then I spoke to the controls again. “Apartment, retract headboard.”