She let out a startled whine, the desire shining bright in her eyes, a green light he couldn’t ignore.
His fingers swiped through her slit, immediately coated with her juices.
Zee brought them to her lips, and she immediately opened, because she was his good girl.
She sucked his fingers clean, moaning around them, and his dick throbbed against his slacks, hard as a diamond.
He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, to her cry, and then slammed his mouth against hers.
He brought her even her closer, feeling the heat of her body melt into his as their kiss deepened.Her sweet lips against his sent his pulse racing and his cock hard as steel.
“Be a good girl and do what I said.”
“Yes, Master.”Her eyes shined with arousal, and he wanted to give this woman everything she ever wanted, all the things she asked for and more.
He let go of her hair, settling the flowing locks over her shoulders, then slid her off his lap.
He smacked her ass.
She yelped cheekily as she skittered away.
Yeah, he was going to enjoy giving his girl everything she asked for.
7 ELLA
Theirbedroom—thesanctuaryEllahad poured her heart into decorating—didn’t offer her any peace as she took off her blouse with trembling fingers, folded it, and placed it on the bench at the bottom of their bed.
She shoved down her skirt, her breathing shaky as she folded it.
In their closet, from their shelf of toys, she found the paddle Zee asked for.
It delivered a stinging, striking thud that would last until tomorrow.
The anticipation of receiving what she longed for, what her Master made her ask for, the punishment she craved always left her flayed open.
As if every part of her was laid open for him to gaze at and evaluate, for him to judge and examine.
Every inch of her skin buzzed as anticipation wrapped around her.
She took her time getting herself in the requested position on their armchair.
Nobody could see her yet, but the long narrow mirror positioned in the corner gave her a view of how her Master would find her.
Her long hair trailed down her back.Her creamy skin dotted with raised goosebumps and her big breasts hung over the top of the armchair, and spotting them in the mirror had her glancing away.
Zee loved kneading her breasts, torturing her tits but she didn’t love how gravity affected them these days.
But that thought brought the memory of the cage to her mind and she squirmed as a fresh flash of arousal simmered, her pussy throbbing.
Positioned like this, kneeling and waiting, with nowhere to rest her eyes but on herself or the floor, she was raw and exposed.
Ella closed her eyes, trying to breathe into that place of stillness, reaching for the solace she found in obeying her Dom.
Nothing compelled her to take this position.She wasn’t forced or tied in bondage.
Only her willpower had her holding this position as the minutes ticked by and she wondered what was taking her Master so long.
Only the agreement enacted over two decades ago of loyalty, of service, of devotion held her here and those bonds were stronger than any cuff or rope.
