Page 64 of Frost Bitten
His pupils flare at my hesitation. I can’t lie, but he will be mad. “I drank plenty of water… I was still full from lunch, and I was nervous. So I couldn’t eat. I’m sorry.” I drop my eyes, wondering if he’s disappointed in me.
He steps forward, lifting my chin with a finger. “Baby Girl, what happened? Now, I have to figure out what to do with you when you can’t follow instructions. I don’t like punishments, so I have to figure out what will work best for you. Will you submit? You do know that I want what’s best for you, right?”
“I know you care for me. I trust you. Honestly, I want to make you happy, but I don’t know if I can.”
“Since you told us Jason used duct tape, would you be willing to try a restraint if I tied your hands loosely? I want you to understand, part of the punishment would be to get you to not react when I bring your body higher and higher. Tonight appears to be a good night to edge you a bit before making you come hard over my cock multiple times. I want you to learn what the sensations of edging and forced orgasms feel like, but I won’t take it too far this time, since you’re just learning this. I am, sort of, as well, but I have researched, and I know what intrigues me. What I’ve fantasized about, how I’ve thought about making you come while you cry out my name.”
I’m panting at this point, and I don’t know if I could stop and back away if I wanted to. I want to try because his dirty words are sparking my body just like Corey and Bast can. Licking my lips, I nod my head, almost desperate for him to touch me.
“Use your words, Baby Girl,” he growls as he prowls toward me.
“I’ll submit to you. You asked me to take care of myself, and I didn’t.”
“Good girl,” he rumbles into my ear as he towers over me. “Spin for me.”
I turn around, facing the bed. Immediately, I feel him shift my hair to my left shoulder as he leans in to kiss the bare one. His right hand reaches up, hooking the strap of my dress and sliding it off my shoulder. I can feel his other hand skating up the curve of my back to grasp the zipper and slowly unzip my dress. Once the tension in the fit of the dress is loosened, he shifts half a step to our right so he can slip his hand inside and caress my skin. The groan emanating from his back as he skims my breast and notices I’m not wearing a bra is intoxicating; I smirk when I realize he has yet to notice I’m not wearing panties.
“Baby Girl, I want this dress on the floor now. Step out of it, please.”
I move to my left, glancing back at him over my right shoulder as I slip the other strap off and allow the dress to tumble down my bare curves and pool at my feet. When he notices I’m completely exposed to him, he bites his fist, and I struggle to hold in a giggle.
“Oh, my desire to taste every square inch of your body is amusing, huh? Maybe I’ll use that method to tease you higher and higher. Turn toward me and hold your hands out, Cait. It’s time for your punishment. And I’m definitely going to enjoy this as much as you do, but maybe next time you’ll listen to me.” Mmm, yes, daddy…
I squirm at the thought of calling him Daddy. Would he like that? He doesn’t seem to be very aggressive with spankings, but we are just at the beginning of this.
“What is keeping your mind occupied, Baby Girl?”
“I had a thought about answering your statement about me listening with ‘yes, daddy,’ but I wasn’t sure if you’d like that. Also, I held my tongue because it was snarky, even if the thought was hot, and I’m already in trouble and being punished tonight.”
His throaty chuckle causes my empty pussy to clench, and the frustration building from his small touches as he loosely ties my wrist with a necktie is almost unbearable. “I don’t think ‘daddy’ is appropriate for the bedroom, but I’ll suffer through you teasing me with it before we enter these doors. I think ‘Sir’ is much more my style if you want to call me anything but my name.”
Once he’s done tying the knot, he leads me with the tail to the side of the bed. “Test the knot. If it’s too tight, I’ll adjust it now, before we begin.” I tug a little at the wrap on my wrists and find that while the knot itself is snug, the loops around my wrists are loose, barely holding my hands. “I wanted you to be able to slip free if triggered, but I wanted something to remind you that you are submitting to this. If you don’t want to submit, that’s fine, but if we go forward with this, I want you to trust me.”
I nod and whisper, “I understand.”
“Climb onto the bed and kneel, facing the headboard.”
I respond instantly, my skin on fire from the desperation of needing his touch. He climbs up behind me, brushing up against my back and pressing his hard erection into the curve of my ass. I gasp, ready to feel him. I can feel how wet my pussy is getting, and it’s like these men that I’ve surrounded myself with are the trigger for my body to respond.
Dominic leans into me and pulls the tail of the tie through the headboard. I brace myself on the wooden frame with wrought iron details, which is exactly where he ties it off. “Mmm, that’s right. Lean over and hold on. That’s the perfect spot for your hands. I don’t want you to move, or I stop touching you. You aren’t allowed to come until I tell you, do you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Fuck,” he groans, reaching up with both hands to reward my respect by playing with my pebbled nipples. I gasp at the sensation, and when his hand abandons my right nub, I whimper until I realize he was moving his hand lower. He kisses down my spine as his hand brushes my ribs and then hip, before circling in toward the apex of my thighs. “Baby Girl, you’re already soaked. Do you like it when I tell you what I want to do to you? Do you like me talking dirty in your ear?”
“Yes, sir,” I breathe out softly.
“Fucking hell. I want to reward you for your manners, but this is supposed to be a punishment. I guess the punishment can be fun?” He plucks at the nipple still in his left hand as his right finds my clit, and I’m almost instantly combusting. “Ah, ah, Baby Girl. Not allowed just yet. This is going to be so much fun. At least for me,” he says, chuckling.
His hands roam my body, caressing my shoulders, slipping under my breasts to rub the sensitive spot along my ribs, and I groan. I need attention between my legs, and he knows it. I want to shift, to squeeze my legs together in an attempt to relieve some of the tension, but I know he won’t like that. He might draw out my orgasm even longer, so I attempt to refocus my mind. Distraction technique, maybe? I focus on the sounds he’s making, the low hum from his throat. It sounds like a purr, but not like a house cat. This is more feral and possessive.
“Baby Girl, you’re doing so well. I am going to taste you now. I bet you taste as sweet as you smell. But I’m not letting you come yet.”
Instinct rolls through me, stuttering as I respond, as I have all night. “Yes, s-sir.”
I hear a zipper before he shifts, his left hand balancing on my hip as his right moves up to my back and gently pushes me forward. With the bed moving, shifting with his change of position, I lose a sense of where he is until I feel the warmth of his wet tongue on my clit.“Oh my god,” I breathe. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I don’t even know what words are coming out of my mouth at this moment.
“Mmmm. Fucking delicious. But we can go there later. I want to feel your tight cunt squeeze my fingers.”
