But it will be according tomy rules.
6
AMON
I could keep breaking her,but I won’t.
I left her in the closet for an hour, tied to the machine. She yelped and pleaded, screaming at me to let her go. I finally did, but only once shebeggedfor mercy.
She was completely spent, and I had to carry her to bed because her legs wouldn’t work.
“You tried to kill me,” she said as I lay her down.
“No,” I assured her. “I showed you who you really are.”
I’ve been trying everything I can to distract myself while she sleeps. It’s been several hours now, and my hard-on isn’t going anywhere.
She wanted more from me. But I denied her. And that denial has only sharpened her hunger. And mine…well, mine is raging like I’m starving to death.
My mind is crowded with thoughts of her.
Normally, I’d be focused on work—homing in on our next big trade. But I can only focus for few minutes before I must surrender to this fierce desire burning within me.
I can still feel her soft body as I lifted her off the saddle and carried her to her room. I can still smell her intoxicating scent. I need to figure out a way to make candles out of it.
I close my eyes and picture her naked body—her pussy dripping and her limbs shaking as she straddled the toy. My cock presses painfully against the zipper of my pants. I thought about jerking off to relieve some of the tension, but it felt wrong.
If I’m going to give myself release, it’s going to involve her.
My chest grows as I suck a deep breath and sit up. I thumb the call-button to summon her, and she answers after five rings. She sounds groggy, like she just woke up.
“Yes?”
“I need you to bring me something,” I tell her, my voice low, restrained.
There’s a pause. “What’s that?”
My lip twists into a smile. “You.”
Another pause. I can practically see her adorable face pondering my request. I wait, letting the moment stretch. Finally, she replies simply, “All right.”
I sit up, leaning against the pile of pillows beneath the headboard. The sound of her soft footsteps has me licking my lips, and when I hear her tentative knock at the door, heat sweeps through my muscles.
“Come in,” I say simply.
It’s adorable how nervous she looks as she enters. She’s wearing an oversized sweatshirt with baggy sweatpants now, having changed since she was disciplined.
Her face is free of makeup, and her hair is a complete mess, but even like that, she’s more beautiful than any girl alive.
My chest swells as I picture her body beneath the fabric.
Those breasts, that slick little pussy. The way she moved her hips when she realized she liked her punishment.
What a smoke show.
“Did you need something?”
Even her voice…goddamn perfection. There’s no way our folks will ever go for this, but I don’t care. I’ll be the only man she ever loves. The only man who ever has her.
