14
Tristan Broussard
We’retwo months into this deal. The inevitable is going to happen any day now. She gets closer to pulling that key every time we fuck. I know this, and yet I can’t stop having her. I try. God knows that I try, but it’suseless.
I don’t even know how many times that I’ve squeaked by without her pulling a key. Vanilla nights. That’s what we call our tame encounters. I treat her like my queen, but then there are times when I need to be a hard-core Dom. Can’t lie. I fuck her in the ass and treat her like a whore. And she lets me… because she likesit.
My little submissive is gradually becoming everything that I had hoped for. And I don’t know what I’ll do when she pulls that damnkey.
I could go into the box and take it out. That ensures that she’ll be here a while longer, but it’s only temporary. And I risk her being furious if she figures out what I’vedone.
I could come up with another blackmail scheme. Or just stick to the one I have and go back on my word to clear her debt. And again, risk her being furious withme.
Or I could let her go because I care more about her happiness than myown.
I’m a selfish bastard, and I won’t apologize for that. I also won’t apologize for the intense desire I have to keep Emma Lia in my life. She’s literally the best thing in it.Ever.
And I can’t let hergo.
“You are cruel, Tristan Broussard.” Her words are little more than a pant and whisper as she tugs on the ropes securing her to the bedframe.
I admit that I get off on tormenting her this way—bringing to the edge of orgasm and then taking it away. Because I know how explosive her orgasm will be in the end when I give in and allow her to finallycome.
“Your orgasm is coming, but you must be patient and let it come when I decide you’reready.”
“But I’m not patient. I want to come now,” shegroans.
“I know, bebelle. And you will…when I decide the time is right.Because…?”
“Because I am yours to do with as youplease.”
“That’s right, my good girl. Now tell me again that you’remine.”
“I’m yours,Tristan.”
I spank the fleshy part of her hips, really only a light tap as a reminder. “Master.”
She smiles, and I know that her saying my name instead of Master wasn’t a slip. My girl likes the sting of my palm smacking herflesh.
“I’m yours,Master.”
This has been the best month of my life. Claudia’s moving out was a game changer for my relationship with mon bebelle. Had I known that my former submissive’s departure would bring on this kind of change in Emma Lia, I would have insisted that Claudia go to Easton’s the day that Emma Lia movedin.
I lie on my side, stretched out next to Emma Lia, and pet her crotch. “Tell me, bebelle. How does your pussyfeel?”
“Thoroughly teased and tormented andtortured.”
She has no idea how much that pleasesme.
I part her lips, find her clit, and pinch it between my thumb and indexfinger.
“Oh God. It’s too much… toosensitive.”
I’m sure it is. I used a clitoris pump on her earlier, and the little nub is swollen from the rough treatment it hasundergone.
“Okay, sweetbebelle.”
I watch her face as I insert two fingers into her vagina and massage that walnut-feeling nodule of sexual nerves in the roof of her pussy. “Better?”
