Page 98 of His Atonement
Zan nods. "Omnipotent."
"And if you can't say it?"
"I will tap my right index finger against the table three times in rapid succession."
“Excellent." I take a step back and grin. "Now lay down,slave."
Zan's smile is replaced by a heated look, one that instantly soaks my pussy as he does what I command.
I can see his body tense in anticipation, see the way his muscles quiver, his fingers flex, the lust in his eyes as they track my every move.
"Spread your legs and place them on the table." He doesn't though and I love the way he's going to challenge me still even though I know he's going to do what I ask in the end. "You defy me, slave?" I lift a brow. "You may speak."
"No, master."
"Then spread your fucking legs and put them on the table."
Zan's eyes dance with glee as he follows my command, his magnificent cock already leaking precum as it grows impossibly harder against his belly.
"Have you been thinking about this all day, slave? Envisioning what it would be like for me to dominate you in this way?" I lift the right shackle and begin strapping it around his ankle. "You may speak."
"Yes, master,” he husks, his voice even deeper, raspier, as I tighten to an almost uncomfortable level.
I repeat the action on his left ankle, give it a tug and refrain from touching any more of him than I have to, which is going to be torture for me. "And are you thinking about it now, slave? Thinking about all the ways I'm going to bring you to the edge of release before I deny you over and over again?" Slowly I walk to the head of the table, grip his wrists and bind them as well. "You may speak."
"Yes, master,” Zan almost groans as I check to make sure they're tight enough.
"Good, because I plan to have you begging me to come by the time I'm through, and if you please me..." I grin and move to the tray, grab the blindfold then drop my mouth by his ear. "I will let you come. Please me enough and I'll even consider letting you come inside my pussy."
He growls, growls deep in his chest but doesn't let it leave his lips, his restraint pushed to the max already, so I push him a little further.
"I did not permit you to speak, did not give you permission to make any noise.” I grab the ball gag that is definitely meant for him, and move back to the head of the table. "You will be punished. Open."
Zan's mouth opens as his fingers flex, his toes curl, and when I secure the gag in his mouth I swear I see his hips lift ever so slightly off the table.
My mate is totally into this and I fucking love that.
But I don't tell him, I say nothing at all actually, just decide to deprive him of sound as well as sight so I take the blindfold and cover his eyes before I move silently toward the riding crop then position myself between his legs and wait.
I wait until Zan's chest heaves, until his precum is a little silver puddle sitting along his abs, and when he lifts his hips again seeking a little friction, I bring the crop down on his right thigh with a crack.
He moans around the gag—thankfully, because I was kind of nervous about doing that—and when they lift again, I repeat it on his left.
Another moan, another crack.
I lightly run the crop along the length of his immaculate cock and watch it twitch against his belly.
Three more cracks until my pussy is practically dripping my arousal down my thighs, something Zan clearly notices by the way his nostrils flare.
So, I change it up.
I set the crop down next to me because I am not done with that, and grab a candle as well as the nipple clamps he set out, then walk around to the side of the table.
Again I wait, wait until Zan's chest rises and falls quickly, wait until I can see his anticipation grow and when his fingers flex then roll into his palms, I lift the candle and slowly tilt it to the side.
I watch the hot, red wax drip slowly down to his chest, watch the liquid as it covers his nipple.
My mate's hips lift off the table completely as he sucks in a sharp breath, his restraints pulled tight against the wood.
