Because it was right, it just wasn’t the type of scene she was used to. Wasn’t controlled elegance, or precise savagery.
Cessie didn’t stop moving as Leon held her gaze. He’d ordered her to fuck herself and she would. She wasn’t going to be frantic and fast in hopes of getting past this to the next thing. If her Master wanted to watch her get sweaty and frustrated as she fucked herself, then that’s what she would do.
He released the jesses, and without him needing to order her to, she put her hands back on her head. The large bells dangling from her arms rang merrily though not as frantically. The sound no longer made her grit her teeth.
“Where are you?” he asked softly.
“Now? Green.” Instead of up and down, she rolled, working her hips in a circular motion the way she did when they had sex with her on top. “Five minutes ago, yellow.”
“And what made it yellow?”
“I felt… untethered. Out of control.”
“And now?”
“I don’t feel that way.”
She suspected he wasn’t fully satisfied with that answer, but he nodded. “Stop.”
She did, the bells finally falling silent.
“Once more take it as deep as you can.”
She wiggled her hips and sank down, feeling it push up inside her. She finally stopped, panting a little.
“Good girl.”
Leon wrapped his arms around her and eased her up and off the dildo. She felt a fresh rush of arousal fluid as the dildo slid out of her. Then Leon was laying her on her back, shoving the board and damp dildo off the far side of the bed.
He tugged one knee up to her chest, wrapping her hand around it in a silent command to hold it there as he bent to examine her pussy.
His fingers were gentle as he touched her entrance, checking for any abrasions.
“Good girl, you were nice and wet.” He spread some of the fresh arousal fluid up near her clit but didn’t touch it. He did kiss her thigh when her hips jerked in reaction to the almost-touch.
Straightening, he helped her lower her leg, then sat by her hip as she lay face up on the bed. She’d instinctively positionedherself with her hands up on either side of her head, fingers curled loosely and legs spread. While still facing her, he reached back, possessively resting his hand on her pussy, his middle finger sunk between her labia—almost but not quite penetrating her.
“You earned four punishments. I’d like to get them out of the way now.”
She was almost shaking with arousal and need, but she nodded. If that’s what he wanted, that’s what she wanted as well.
“Would you like to know what the punishment is?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Ginger.”
CHAPTER 12
Cessie froze, eyes widening. The one time he’d figged her—ginger plug in her ass while he spanked her—she’d ended up jumping up off his lap yelping. She hadn’t used her safe word, but he’d immediately pushed her down on the bed and pulled out the ginger, then held her as the burn dissipated.
“The last time we tried it, you had a strong reaction.” His words were calm but hard. Not angry, but there was no mercy. “That’s why I think it’s an appropriate punishment for now. For here. Because this time I will only remove the ginger before the time is up if you use your safe word or answer red. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” She was nervous, but not anxious. She trusted him. She was not only a submissive, buthissubmissive.
“Good girl.” He leaned down and kissed her gently. “I’m going to go get what we need. Remember the rules.”
She watched him unlock the cage, only to lock it behind himself before disappearing from the bedroom.
