“Here are the rules, Little Owl. Once I put you in a position, you are not to move.” When he dragged his finger down my labia, this time he made a zigzag pattern. “If I hear a single jingle, you will be punished. Five swats on your ass with a paddle. Is spanking a hard limit for you?”
I shook my head. “No, Sir.”
“Good, because I plan on spanking you often. Both as a punishment and simply for my enjoyment.” I groaned, hating that he was not doing anything more than stroking my thong with that finger. “Do you understand the rules, Little Owl?”
“Yes, Sir. I will not move.”
“Do you understand why I am having you do this?”
“To bind me,” I answered softly. “I am not tied down but I still have to stay in place as if I was.”
“Good girl. Do you think you’ll be able to?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said with confidence.
“Are you sure?” He looked up my body at me. “Because your fingers are gripping the carpeting from the frustration of me just touching your lovely little thong. How do you think you’ll react when I put my mouth on your clit?”
I purposefully straightened out my fingers. Anticipation had my heart beating faster, but I forced my joints to remain locked. “I won’t make the bells jingle, Sir.”
Jason had put me through hell training me. If I was strong enough to get back up after he’d knocked me down bloody, I was strong enough to do this. IknewI was.
Master Mal’s chuckle was low, sensual, and held the bite of promise. My nipples pebbled behind my corset and my clit throbbed, longing for the feel of his mouth. This would be my first experience with oral sex, and I was equally nervous and eager.
“For the sake of your ass, Little Owl, you better hope so.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Mal
She was soaked.Not just the string of her thong but the smooth, pale skin of her inner thighs. The overhead lighting was turned all the way up, enhancing the glistening coat of her sweet juices. My mouth watered, knowing I wasfinallygoing to have her again.
My little owl.
How the fuck did this masked woman have such a hold over me in so little time? Master David had picked up on something in my voice when I called him earlier while waiting for the ferry. He’d asked me if I’d found ‘my girl’.
I didn’t have an answer for him because I didn’t have an answer for myself. When it came to my little owl, I had more questions than answers, and that was not in reference to her hidden identity. What was an identity but a piece of paper given to you by the government? I knew that better than anyone. A name did not make a person. I would learn her name one day, learn every secret behind those veiled eyes.
I could be patient. And in the meantime, I would learn every inch of her body. Every little piece of her, what brought her pleasure, what brought her pain, what made hersoar.
I hadn’t realized how stagnate and stale my sex life had become before this little owl entered my world. More than her beauty and my undeniable attraction to her, she brought a new excitement to my life that I hadn’t even known I’d been lacking.
My fingers dragged down her thighs. She was spread like a butterfly’s wings, a buffet for my gratification. I wanted to draw the moment out, so I brought my hands back up to each knee. Teasing, learning… I was paying attention to every shift of her eyes, every gasp of her mouth, every twitch of her digits. She was doing well so far in keeping herself still, but I hadn’t even begun yet.
Not only was my phone on my belt, but I also still had my folded knife in my pocket. My back was to the camera and there was a good chance Valentino would forgive me for the slip-up given the circumstances of what happened earlier, but I still worked to conceal my hand as I brought out the forest green handle.
My little owl’s eyes widened when she saw the pocket knife. I saw her muscles stiffen, but she did not scream or use her safe word when I flicked the blade open. I winked at her before reaching between her legs and sliced through the black string that barely concealedmydinner. She’d had pizza—I would haveher.
I ignored the slight rattle, forgiving the slip because I too was breaking the rules.
After closing and pocketing the knife, I shifted back a little to come down on my belly before her now-broken thong. The black string was flat on the floor, looking like a small tail between her ass cheeks. The top flipped up easily, revealing my meal.
I expected her pussy to be bare. Most subs were, and I knew many Doms who preferred the look. The night we’d fucked on stage downstairs, I’d been far too preoccupied with her dancingto notice her pubic hair. I’d literally pushed the wide, lacy string of her thong out of the way and taken her without preamble.
My little owl had a brown landing strip covering her mound.
I ran a finger through the patch of fine hair. Normally, I preferred my women to be bare. It was sexy as fuck to see a woman without hair from the neck down. But on my little owl?
I fuckinglovedthis line of hair. Did she realize this hair was the firstrealthing I knew about her? Not something superficial, but a piece of who she was. I couldn’t even see her eyebrows under that owl mask. She’d had three different hair styles and two different colors the three times I’d seen her, so I knew she wore wigs. And don’t even get me started on her eyes. I had no idea if the carpet matched the drapes, but fuck, I absolutely adored that she’d given me this little piece of her.
