Page 20 of Dominated By Love

“Pineapples.”

With a single bob of his head, he started to move again. Two taps to my shoulder caused me to sink down to my knees without him having to say a word.

“Anal,” rushed out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

There had been one change. Although Jaylen wasn’t into dominating, he had gotten me to try a few things. Some of them stuck.

“Have you forgotten the rules?” Klever asked.

“No, sir.”

“Are you supposed to be speaking, or are you supposed to be waiting for me to tell you to speak?”

“I’m sorry,” I said, dropping my eyes to my hands that were now resting on my thighs.

A quick swipe across my thigh made me hiss. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the light tingle. He knew exactly how much intensity would get my attention but stimulate my senses without causing pain.

“Don’t try to apologize now. I asked you a direct question. I gave you plenty of time to answer the question, and you neglected to provide me with an answer.” This time I knew better than to answer. “Afteryou brought up that divorce shit again.Afteryou called me out of my comfortable bed to get you out of jail. My princess had no business sitting in a fucking jail cell. She should have been sitting on my face, but no. My perfect princess wanted to settle for the bullshit. So instead of multiple orgasms, she was somewhere showing her whole ass over a worthless no-good nigga who should have never had access to her in the first place.”

My hands clenched into fists on my thighs as I prepared for the admonishment that would follow. I needed it all.

“Are you ready to accept who you belong to?” he asked, stepping closer.

I made the mistake of taking a deep breath. The deep musky scent of his precum soaked right through my brain stem. My mouth and pussy watered simultaneously as I sank deeper into subspace. Suddenly, the room felt warm and cozy. Everything around me disappeared but his voice and the gentle stroke of his fingers to the side of my face.

“Sir.” I breathed.

“That’s not what I want to hear, Princess.”

“I want to give you what you want,” I confessed.

His fingers slid further up my face until they wrapped tightly around my hair. Shaking his head, he tilted it as if he were studying my face.

“You portray yourself as my good girl. Good girls don’t lose control over men who don’t deserve to breathe their air,” he said,shaking his head and taking a step back. I missed the warmth of his closeness as soon as he moved, but I resisted the urge to reach for him. He crashed his lips into mine, making me want to grab the back of his head and pull him closer. I knew better than that too. He pulled away, stroking my kiss-swollen bottom lip with his thumb before stepping away. He moved to walk behind me before he continued. “You know how this goes. You do what the fuck I tell you to do when the fuck I tell you to do it. You cum when I tell you to cum and not a moment sooner. If you fail to follow instructions, we will start over until you are able to comply. Do you understand?”

I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. You’re going to take your punishment like the beautiful, little slut you are, then I will reward you.”

“Yes, sir.”

Whap!

A hot strike from my favorite tool caused me to hiss. Although I felt the pain, I instinctually arched my back to push my ass out for more.

“I know my princess loves impact play, but you’re not in control here.”

When he appeared in front of me, my eyes shot to the way his dick swung heavily in the basketball shorts he wore. I licked my lips imagining the flavor of him on my tongue. He extended his hand and helped me to stand before walking around behind me. Slowly, he dragged my panties down the back of my legs, kissing his way down as he spread my legs apart.

“Fuck, Princess. Look at the way this shit is already dripping for me.”

He slapped me on my ass in the same place he’d just struck, making me inhale sharply. Squatting behind me, he kissed the backs of my thighs before snaking his tongue between them and lapping up the moisture running down my inner thighs.

“I don’t even know why you bother to try to wear a thong knowing this fat ass and that plump pussy is going to swallow it up.” He laughed under his breath. “I guess that’s the point, huh. You’re trying to drive a nigga crazy. As you can see, I’m already crazy enough.”

KD took my hand and led me over to the padded bench. It was surprisingly warm as I sat and spread my legs for him to cuff each of my ankles in place. After securing my wrist behind me in soft cuffs, he stood back and admired his handiwork.

I was completely exposed to him. By the look on his face, he was pleased. For some reason, pleasing him was all I wanted to do. Licking his lips, he dropped to his knees. His mouth was on me in an instant. His hot tongue dragged through my sensitive flesh torturously slow. He savored my flavor with a deep groan that vibrated all the way to the base of my spine. I moaned when he pushed two of his thick fingers inside my pussy knowing exactly how deep to go to press down on the spot that made my body lift from the chair.