His to Have(10)

Her body quakes under my grasp as I turn off the water and reach for a towel. “What will it be, kitten?”

She’s so much prettier without all the stage makeup. Her skin is fresh and pink from the warm water. Her eyes are clear and lips are red and swollen from the gag. She’s a vision and more importantly, she’s mine.

“What other punishment?” she asks as I dry her, inch by inch, caressing her skin. The indecision in her voice is loud and clear, even to the untrained ear. Erika saw the cross and the various implements. She has an idea what my plans could include.

“That’s for me to decide,” I explain. “Your choice is something else. I’ll either take off the belt or I won’t. If I don’t, wearing it is your punishment. That means no fucking until tomorrow. No having my cock inside of you. No having my tongue or fingers in your greedy wet hole or your tight one.”

Her blue eyes shine with desire and apprehension, but she doesn’t speak.

“Before you decide,” I offer, “I’ll show you something.”

Though her hair is still wet, her skin is dry, except for where her hair drips. We’re both naked as I lead her back to the big room and to the bondage table.

“What is this?”

“Husband,” I say.

Kitten looks from me to the bondage table and repeats what I said. Her word is more of a question. “Husband?”

“It’s your safe word.”

A turmoil of emotions swirls in her blue eyes with knowledge of her powerful word. Will that word make her realize that she’s supposed to be with me? Or will she use that word and go back to a life of safety and boredom?

Kitten nods. “OK.”

“Lie back on this part.” I direct her to the broad vinyl-covered surface and help her recline. Placing her feet on the footrests, I decide not to bind her. “I’m not going to restrain you. A much more binding restraint is your mind. Close your eyes and decide what your future holds.”

Though she isn’t sure what I mean, she obeys. Closing her eyes and resting her arms on the attached rests, she opens her body to me.

“Don’t fight me, kitten,” I say, taking a crop from the wall and touching her, beginning at her shoulder. Erika flinches at the first touch, but doesn’t move away. Instead of slapping her skin, I trace the leather over her tits and around each nipple. The leather loop leaves a trail of goose flesh as it explores the intricacies of her toned body. She’s perfect. Her job requires her to stay fit, but having her laid out in front of me, I see all of her, the sexiness of her collarbone, the swell of her tits, and the flatness of her stomach. With each touch, her legs spread wider. I marvel at how it’s happening without my words, as only the crop teases the edge of the chastity belt.

The insides of her thighs quake as I continue to touch and torment. So close, yet unable to give her the relief she craves. Over and over I tease, only her breathing fills the air until she yells.

“Something else!”

Slap! The crop strikes her stomach leaving an angry red welt.

“Sir,” I correct.

Immediately her head bobs and she says, “Something else, Sir.” Her voice is now respectful as a stream of tears leaks from the corners of her eye.

“You want another punishment instead of the belt?”

“Please, Sir, punish me another way. This is too hard.”

I bend down and lick away the tears brought on by the crop, savoring the salty taste. “Open your eyes and stand up.” I offer her my hand.

Once she’s standing, I go to the armoire and retrieve the key. Erika keeps her eyes downcast as I move closer, unlock the belt, and pull it from between her legs. “Look how wet this is.”

Her gaze flutters to the belt, the crotch moist with her cum and looks back to my feet.

“Why is that?” I ask.

“Because I want your cock, Sir.”

“On the bed.”

Without hesitation, my kitten crawls onto the mattress.

“I’m going to bind your hands. Once I do, I’m going to punish you, just like you asked for, and then I’m going to fuck you. Do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She lies near the top of the bed and lifts her hands. As she gets into position, I marvel at her beauty. She’s the most magnificent woman in the world. She always has been. I’ve never wanted anyone else. Now, with her hands bound together and secured to the headboard, she’s perfection. “You’re mine,” I remind her, petting her soft skin. “You always will be.”

Erika doesn’t speak, but with her hands above her head her hips wiggle, responding to my touch and words.