might.
Nooo...
He picked up the pen and wrote
Yes. And I want to have this conversation in writing, so I’m going to release you.
She pouted as he undid the cuffs. Without changing position, she grabbed the notebook and started to write.
I don’t want a safe word. I don’t want to put any limits on you. I’m yours to use as you wish. I’m your odalisque.
Kai frowned as she pushed it across to him. He wrote in his neat script just below her swirly hand.
I don’t know how much pain to give you. I have no idea how much pain you like.
She looked at him like he had taken leave of his senses. Without pause, she wrote
I like whatever pleases you.
Kai levered himself off the bed, stood over her and crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head. She was skilled in body language, and surely understood his meaning. They wouldn’t play if she didn’t give him some kind of guidelines. With a scowl, she grabbed the notebook and scrawled out a long passage.
I trust you to read my body language. I trust you to tell when I’m nearing my limits. I trust you not to truly injure me. I trust you to know when it ceases to be pleasure/pain, and just turns into pain. I TRUST YOU.
She showed it to him with a raised brow. He had to admit she had a point. As a dominant, he had learned to use his partner’s reactions to choose the intensity at which he played. But in past scenes, there had always been a backup plan. A word that meant stop.
He circled the words
I TRUST YOU
and wrote
Thank you
. Then he wrote,
Your safe word will be ‘no.’ Don’t say ‘no’ unless you want me to stop what I’m doing. Okay?
For a moment it looked like she might argue, but then she nodded. Kai whisked away the notebook and placed it on the floor under the bed. His mind was already back on track, and his body was itching to follow. He was going to strap her butt cheeks scarlet and then he was going to fuck her right over the footboard. He was going to take her ass while her legs kicked and dangled helplessly, and he was going to keep on fucking her tight hole until she came.
He thought about telling her that--making her look right at his lips and read the words there.
I’m going to beat your ass and then fuck it.
But then he thought it would be hotter to just do it and have her accommodate him. Cockslavery in action. All her holes were his to use at will.
He was so wrought up his fingers fumbled with the buckles. When he finally had her restrained again, he stood back to admire her. This time, the two-foot-long strap dangled from his fingertips. He swung the black leather in an arc and caught her across both cheeks. She jerked and made a lovely sound of distress. Why did he imagine she would be quiet? You didn’t need fluent speech to whine, moan, or scream. She wouldn’t be able to do much begging, true, but that suited him fine.
He brought the strap down again with a satisfying crack. She clenched her ass cheeks and struggled a little in her cuffs. With the third blow, he hit her a bit harder and she squealed through her teeth and reached down to cover her ass with her cuffed hands. His answer to that little attempt at respite was to bring the strap down lower, across the tops of her thighs. She almost rose off the bed, she jerked so hard, but the footboard had her pretty well stranded with her reddening ass up in the air.
Poor little odalisque.
He squeezed her ass for a moment, giving her time to calm down. He grabbed a handful of her lovely hair and tilted her head back to check her expression. Half-panicked. Half-horny.
Oh, I like you like this.
His cock was raging for her, practically bursting, but he wasn’t quite through with her yet. He placed a firm hand over her cuffed wrists, pinning them securely to her back, and with the other hand, swung the strap down on her ass several times in quick succession. She cried out, kicking her legs in earnest now. All that did was make her ass an even more enticing target. He gave her
Nooo...
He picked up the pen and wrote
Yes. And I want to have this conversation in writing, so I’m going to release you.
She pouted as he undid the cuffs. Without changing position, she grabbed the notebook and started to write.
I don’t want a safe word. I don’t want to put any limits on you. I’m yours to use as you wish. I’m your odalisque.
Kai frowned as she pushed it across to him. He wrote in his neat script just below her swirly hand.
I don’t know how much pain to give you. I have no idea how much pain you like.
She looked at him like he had taken leave of his senses. Without pause, she wrote
I like whatever pleases you.
Kai levered himself off the bed, stood over her and crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head. She was skilled in body language, and surely understood his meaning. They wouldn’t play if she didn’t give him some kind of guidelines. With a scowl, she grabbed the notebook and scrawled out a long passage.
I trust you to read my body language. I trust you to tell when I’m nearing my limits. I trust you not to truly injure me. I trust you to know when it ceases to be pleasure/pain, and just turns into pain. I TRUST YOU.
She showed it to him with a raised brow. He had to admit she had a point. As a dominant, he had learned to use his partner’s reactions to choose the intensity at which he played. But in past scenes, there had always been a backup plan. A word that meant stop.
He circled the words
I TRUST YOU
and wrote
Thank you
. Then he wrote,
Your safe word will be ‘no.’ Don’t say ‘no’ unless you want me to stop what I’m doing. Okay?
For a moment it looked like she might argue, but then she nodded. Kai whisked away the notebook and placed it on the floor under the bed. His mind was already back on track, and his body was itching to follow. He was going to strap her butt cheeks scarlet and then he was going to fuck her right over the footboard. He was going to take her ass while her legs kicked and dangled helplessly, and he was going to keep on fucking her tight hole until she came.
He thought about telling her that--making her look right at his lips and read the words there.
I’m going to beat your ass and then fuck it.
But then he thought it would be hotter to just do it and have her accommodate him. Cockslavery in action. All her holes were his to use at will.
He was so wrought up his fingers fumbled with the buckles. When he finally had her restrained again, he stood back to admire her. This time, the two-foot-long strap dangled from his fingertips. He swung the black leather in an arc and caught her across both cheeks. She jerked and made a lovely sound of distress. Why did he imagine she would be quiet? You didn’t need fluent speech to whine, moan, or scream. She wouldn’t be able to do much begging, true, but that suited him fine.
He brought the strap down again with a satisfying crack. She clenched her ass cheeks and struggled a little in her cuffs. With the third blow, he hit her a bit harder and she squealed through her teeth and reached down to cover her ass with her cuffed hands. His answer to that little attempt at respite was to bring the strap down lower, across the tops of her thighs. She almost rose off the bed, she jerked so hard, but the footboard had her pretty well stranded with her reddening ass up in the air.
Poor little odalisque.
He squeezed her ass for a moment, giving her time to calm down. He grabbed a handful of her lovely hair and tilted her head back to check her expression. Half-panicked. Half-horny.
Oh, I like you like this.
His cock was raging for her, practically bursting, but he wasn’t quite through with her yet. He placed a firm hand over her cuffed wrists, pinning them securely to her back, and with the other hand, swung the strap down on her ass several times in quick succession. She cried out, kicking her legs in earnest now. All that did was make her ass an even more enticing target. He gave her
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