Richard's Reign (Book 6): Enthrall Novella #3 (Enthrall Sessions) by Vanessa Fewings Page A

always on my terms.”
    I led her into the center of the room.
    Within several minutes she was suspended from that central rope, her arms above her, her body almost standing, with her feet barely off the ground, thighs splayed open and bound with rope.
    “Subs may never ask for pleasure,” I told her. “This is against the rules. So, you will be punished.” I ran my hand through her dark hair and tucked the locks behind a shoulder. “This will also serve as your education.”
    She leaned into me, affectionately rubbing her face against my hand.
    “You did not do your homework. Want to know how I know that?”
    She gave a wary nod.
    “You brought over a vibrator to me. It was a test and you failed it.”
    Her eyes widened.
    “Had you done your homework, you’d know that it is only your master who chooses your rewards…your pleasures.”
    Her gaze followed me.
    “So, let’s go over what a submissive and master relationship really is.” I strode around her, arms behind my back, a professorial air to my stride. “We have two types of relationships. Firstly, there is the one where lovers live their day-to-day life with full emersion. The other, like ours, where we merely get to play this role during sex—”
    “I know that.” She burst out.
    I spanked her hard. “You rile me up on purpose?”
    “Can’t help it.”
    “You will do as you are told.”
    Her irises dilated and she looked wild and exhilarated, her skin still flushed from her beating.
    She hung majestically from the rope, patient and listening as I strolled around her, offering my dark monologue on what was expected of a submissive, instructing her on the many aspects of our world. Finally she swooned; surrendering with understanding.
    “Is this what you expected?” I asked.
    “It’s more. It feels so safe.” She shook her head as though trying to comprehend her feelings. “So…nurturing.”
    I knelt before her and nestled into her sex, running my tongue along her. She tasted incredible, her clit felt so soft and alluring it almost sent me over the edge.
    She let out a long moan.
    “This,” I whispered, my breath warm on her clit. “Giving yourself to me proves trust. My strikes to your flesh heighten your pleasure.”
    “Permission to speak?”
    “Granted.”
    “Am I allowed my toy now?”
    “I have something even better,” I said. “A session is always as your master dictates. He knows what is best for you.”
    I left her hanging there.
    She moved her body wantonly, her feminine curves swaying in a shimmering show of need.
    I brought over a small box and lifted the lid. From within it I brought out three small silver balls.
    “Thighs wider, please.” Taking my time, I inserted the Venus Balls into her vagina. She shuddered as they went in further.
    “Now, where were we?” Strolling around her, tweaking her nipples, caressing her skin firmly, I gauged how far I could push her. “No coming without permission.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    I retrieved the paddle from the slew of other accoutrements and brought it over to her. I swung her forward and when she flew back I spanked her ass. With each strategically aimed strike to her butt, pleasure ricocheted into her sex, no doubt making the balls vibrate for a few seconds within her - from the way her jaw gaped as she swung wide.
    Switching on the remote to those Venus balls, I delivered a low thrum inside her pussy.
    Her moans echoed around us.
    “I never want to leave here,” she whispered.
    On and on she swung while I spanked her, and she groaned and wiggled her way through the blissful sensations of burning ass cheeks and her sex thrumming.
    Her body went rigid as she neared orgasm.
    I stilled her by holding the rope above. “Do not come.”
    “I’ll try.”
    She moaned and settled into the swing of the rope - then her head fell back and she let out a contented sigh.
    I brought over an electric vibrator - an improvement on the one she’d given to me, with its oversized rounded