She moves her head up and down, nodding. “Words, baby. I need to hear you say it.”
“I–I trust you, Sir.”
“Would you like to talk about your soft limit before we start? I have no problem talking about it first.” I’d rather not tell her what I’m planning, because I want her to stay with me, inthe moment. If she knows what’s coming, she might not let go like I want her to. Regardless, despite what I want, I’d tell her everything, down to the last detail if she wanted or needed me to. I want her to feel comfortable and safe, no matter what we’re doing.
“I’m okay, Sir. I promise. I trust you won’t harm me.”
I’ve never been more relieved than I am at this moment. It takes a lot of trust to do the things we do and knowing that I’ve earned that from her, fills me with an intense need to kiss her until neither of us can breathe. Instead, I take her hand and pull her to her feet.
She’s still sniffling, but the tears have lessened. Grabbing the hem of her sweater I lift, pulling it over her head. “Remember your safeword. You can use it at any time. If you can’t speak, tap me on the leg three times and I’ll stop.” She doesn’t respond, but her eyes are locked on me, staring blankly as I continue to undress her, working her leggings over her round ass and down her thighs, getting down on one knee to pull them off her.
As I stand, I notice the moistness covering her inner thighs and I can’t stop myself from inhaling her scent. She’s already aroused. Good. She wanted a distraction and I’m going to give it to her. “You know what to do,” I command and like a good girl, she drops to her knees before me.
“You’re such a good fucking girl for me,” I praise as I grab a fistful of her hair and tug her head back forcing her to look up at me. There’s no denying my girl has a bit of a praise kink. Not surprising, since she’s not used to receiving it, but that’s going to change. “You’re going to keep being good and do everything I say, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. No speaking unless I ask you a direct question or you need to use your safeword. Are we clear?”
She nods and I walk to the mirror on the far wall by the door and press a button. What she didn’t know until this moment, is that we’re in a voyeur-exhibition room and the mirror can be changed based on the preferences of whoever is in the room. We can watch out, people can watch in, we can have it both ways or no way. It's a user’s delight.
Deciding I want to push her, I flip the switch so we can see outandothers can see in. Exhibitionism wasn’t a limit on her list, so let’s find out if my girl likes to be watched. Her pupils blow wide as a few club members wander over and she realizes they can see her.
She looks up at me, worry written on her face. I have her kneeling in front of the bed, so I move behind her and sit on the plush mattress. “Take off your bra,” I order. She hesitates and moves to turn around, but I stop her, pointing to the large window. “No. Face forward. Do not take your eyes off of them or you’ll be punished.”
Her breath hitches but she follows my command and reaches behind her back, unhooking her lace bra and letting it fall to the floor.
“Hands behind your back.” Once her hands are where I want them, I lean forward and reach around her to land a hard slap on each breast.
“Ah,” she gasps. I can already see my handprints forming on her fair skin and my dick starts to harden at the beautiful sight. Then I slap them again causing the red to burn brighter against her pale flesh.
I lean down, leveling my mouth to her right ear and groan. “Look at their faces, Bella. Do you see that? Every one of them is in awe of you. Of your gorgeous body.” She’s trembling but I’m not ready to let her give up yet. She knows how to stop this. “They don’t even know you, but they want you. They can’t have you… but they wish they could.”
Arabella
Holy fucking hell, how does he always know what to say to make me melt? The desire to crawl onto the bed and cover myself, hiding from the eyes staring down at me, is strong. Baring myself to them is embarrassing. They don’t know me, but I can’t deny the raw, unfiltered hunger in their gazes. For me. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t stoke a fire within me, knowing I’m the cause of their lust.
“Spread your legs,” Ryker orders. “Show them my pussy. Show them what they want, but can’t have.” My panties are still on, but his command has me soaking through the fabric. I do as he says, showing them my barely covered pussy. One man is moving his arm in a tell-tale way behind the wall and I have no doubt he’s rubbing his cock.
Oh my god.
I did that.
The powerful feeling that washes over me is admittedly intoxicating.
He stands to move in front of me. “Look at me.” He’s full of direct commands tonight, leaving no room for interpretation or deviation and it has my core clenching aggressively every time.
I love him this way.
Strict and in control.
I want to be good for him, now and always. I look up at him with adoration in my eyes.
“Use your fingers on that perfect cunt and don’t stop until you’ve made yourself come.”
Fuck.
I can’t make myself come with my fingers. I always have to use a vibrator. I don’t know if I can do this, but I’m determined to try… for him. I slide my hand down my stomach, dip my fingers underneath the wet lace and sink two fingers between my slick folds until I find my clit. I jerk slightly at the first touch to the sensitive bundle of nerves.
