Within moments, he’s tied me down, my wrists and ankles secured to the four posts. My heart is racing with anticipation, and that familiar prickle of fear I always get when Krav seduces me.
My clit feels huge, throbbing painfully.
Krav joins me on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. I hold my breath.
“Look at you, stretched out and naked, tied down and helpless,” he murmurs. His fingertip trails up my leg and I shiver. “My beautiful pet. I can do anything I like to you, isn’t that right?”
His caress whispers over my belly and up toward my breast. “Yes,” I breathe.
There’s a savage pain in my nipple. He’s twisting it. “Yes what?”
“Yes, Master.”
Immediately, the ache fades as he lets go. “Good girl.” He lets his huge hands wander, skating over every inch of my skin, touching me everywhere except where I want it the most. Something prods the plug in my ass—the tip of his tail. Each tap makes my pussy gush as if there’s a direct line from my stretched back-hole to my pleasure centers. I grit my teeth to fight my growing arousal.
“You’re trembling,” he says, “are you cold?”
“No,” I huff. “You know that’s not why I’m shaking.”
His dark chuckle rumbles through me. “Do you think now is a good time to sass me, pet? When you’re so completely at my mercy, unable to defend yourself?”
Goddamnit, why do his threats always have this effect on me? “You’re so much bigger than I am, I don’t think I could defend myself against you anyhow,” I retort. “Besides, I can’t help being sassy. Especially when you tease me like this.”
“You think this is teasing?” Another dark chuckle. “Oh, sweet thing, this is nothing.”
I’m trying to find a snarky reply when his tongue finds my clit, and I arch my hips at the sudden jolt of pleasure. “Oh!”
I’m so, so close but instead of letting me come, he licks every square inch of available flesh between my legs until I’m dripping wet, and begging.
“Please, Master, please, please…”
“Not yet. Not for a long time yet. After all, you’re not in estrus. I need to make sure you’re completely ready before I rut you.”
“Iamready! I swear!” We both know he can use his magic to ease his path if necessary. He’s just making excuses to drive me out of my mind. And I hate and adore it in equal measure.
His tongue delves under the hood of my clit for an excruciatingly brief, delicious second, then vanishes.
“Fuck!” I howl. A sharp slap to my thigh is his response. As it always does, the sting magnifies the pleasure when he twirls the entrance to my pussy with a single fingertip.
“Not nearly wet enough,” he says, “but luckily, I have just the thing. Keep your eyes closed, pet, or I’ll make you wish you had. I could just leave you tied up here like this all night.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” I say with a little more conviction than I feel. I freaking hope he wouldn’t do that. I don’t think I’d survive it. I squeeze my eyes more tightly shut.
“Have you ever known me not to follow through on a threat?”
“Not yet,” I concede. Then again, I haven’t known him that long.
“Then I would suggest you don’t test me.” There’s a pause before something hard and smooth presses against my straining clit. “There,” he says, as if talking to himself, “that should be the right place. Now to make sure it stays on.” The pressure increases, followed by firm strokes along the insides of my thighs and up over my mons.
“Master, what are you—”
“Hush, sweetheart. This is an old trick used by kings of days gone by to help keep their courtesans… interested in their advances.”
“I’m not a courtesan! And Iaminterested in your advances. I don’t need any—”
The sudden vibrations against my entire pussy cut off my ability to speak. To think. To breathe. I go rigid as the buzzing gets stronger… stronger… then it stops. I open my mouth to howl with frustration—and it starts again. Gentle… more… more… again, it cuts off just as I’m about to go over the edge.
“Jesus, fuck, please!” I whimper, twisting my hips in a futile attempt to change the setting, make the thing fall off me, anything to stop the torment.
