Odalisque by Annabel Joseph

submission by his quick, selfish fuck. Her pussy was wet, glistening, and her eyes continuously searched his out, looking back over her shoulder at him for some signal of what would come next.
    Kai thought she wouldn’t like what was coming next. Or perhaps she would. Her shapely, round ass cheeks were due to be marked. Past due. Poor thing. He knew she was tired from her journey and probably terribly sensitive from missing out on the previous orgasm.
    Too bad.
    Kai lifted her by the arm and walked her over to the platform in the center of the room which might have passed for an ornate iron bed. It wasn’t a bed though--her bed was in the other room, piled with soft pillows.
    No, this was a stage designed for fucking, bondage, and other delicious pastimes. Each of the four solid posts was fixed with eye hooks at various heights. The headboard was a broad lattice of criss crossing bars so that he could affix her to it in any way he wished. The footboard was shorter and padded on top. It had been designed to be high enough that when he bent her over it, her feet would dangle off the floor. All in all, it was a wonderful place to torment a horny sex slave.
    It also had an extra-firm mattress since it would be used for fucking, not sleeping. Rather than bright colors, this bed had taut white sheets. When he tied her there to await his pleasure, he didn’t want it to feel so comfortable she fell asleep.
    Yes, he was a bit of a sadist.
    She stared at the iron frame now, and her look of nervous arousal sparked new lust flaring in his veins. He had to urge her forward toward the padded footboard. A moment later, she was arranged in a position he liked very much, her hips draped gracefully over the black vinyl surface. Her bottom was forced up on display, and her legs hung below, trembling slightly. Every so often she would kick one leg as if testing how far it was to the floor. Even on her tip toes she couldn’t have reached the carpet.
    Kai stood and watched her for a while, enjoying her tiny fidgets and noting the shiny succulence of her cleft. Then Kai crossed the room and opened a tall mahogany cabinet. He drew the doors wide so Constance would be able to see all the torturous instruments inside. She made a soft groaning sound.
    There were clamps, paddles, whips, straps, cuffs, and other novelties he’d use to play with her. Straight sex would have been enough--quite enough--to sustain him. Her talents were just that good when it came to fucking and sucking. But he also got to play with her in the kinky ways he liked, which was the proverbial icing on the cake.
    But God, where to start? He finally decided on some leather cuffs and a whippy long-handled strap. He strolled over to the bed with them, going half hard already from her look of dread. He placed the strap in front of her flushing face, then stood behind her and drew her hands to the small of her back. He fixed a leather cuff to each wrist and then hooked them together. She was so horny she tried to scoot back against his cock as he worked the buckles. She was rewarded with a sharp slap to the side of her thigh. His cock surged again at the sound of impact and the sight of scarlet blooming over her unmarked skin. He reached for the strap--
    Then he stopped. Damn. They hadn’t negotiated any type of play limits or safe words, and he’d already cuffed her hands. Signing wouldn’t work anyway, not for an important discussion like this. He didn’t fully trust his decoding skills yet.
    With a sigh, he went back into her bedroom to the desk. He grabbed a notebook off the top of the stack, and a pen. He returned to the saray, writing as he went. He placed the notebook in front of her face.
    We need to talk about limits and a way for you to safe out if you need to.
    She looked up at him and shook her head firmly. “No.”
    No.
It was one of the few words she could say. It sounded slightly forlorn when she said it. She drew it out more than a hearing person