Page 11 of Danica's Revenge

“I don’t want him getting his hands on you.You’re mine!”I finally turn to face her, fury in my eyes.Luca is such a little prick.He’s ruined enough.I'm not letting him near Danica.I’ve done everything in my power to keep them apart thus far, but tonight had been unavoidable.

“You’re so cute when you’re jealous,” she says patronizingly, stripping out of the heavy dress that falls to the floor unceremoniously and leaves her only in a matching black lace undergarment set.Her large breasts spill over the top of the bra that could never fully contain them.

“I’m not jealous.I don’t trust him.”I feel like pouting, which is ridiculous—I don’t pout.

“Fair.But you should trustme, no?”Danica asks, walking over to me.Oh god, she looks stunning like that, especially still wearing her heels.

“I trust you…” I sigh.I do.

“Good.Now give me that cock,” she demands, putting her hands on her hips.

I laugh, lightening up a bit.

But Danica is no longer laughing.“Strip,boy!”she demands in an authoritative voice.It has been so incredible to see her embrace her dominance like this.All it took was a few sessions with a pro-Domme to teach her what she didn’t know, what she wanted to know…And look at her now, my beautiful Queen, fearlessly in control.She is a natural.It didn’t take much to refine her power—only a few months of private lessons that left us both sticky messes on the floor.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I reply obediently, discarding my clothes in layers until I stand before her completely bare except for my collar, my hardening cock in my hand like an offering.

“Whose is this?”she asks, slapping my erection with the back of her hand.

The instant flood of pain takes my breath away and I gasp for air.“Yours,” I breathe when I can.

“Yours,who?”Danica demands, grabbing my cock and pulling me towards her roughly.Usually reaching up to my shoulder, in heels she is less than a head shorter than me.I bend down slightly, my face inches from her.

“Yours,Mistress,” I correct myself quickly.

“Good boy.Now enough of this jealousy, okay?”She changes to her Mommy-voice.It’s sweet yet patronizing, soothing but suspicious, because we both know she has me completely hooked when she uses that voice.

I melt.She called me a “good boy.”Oh god, why do I want that so much?To hear her say that…to please her…there is nothing I want more than to make my Queen proud.

I nod, ready to give her anything she asks for.

“I think we should take this to our playroom, what do you think?”She’s still got my hard cock in her hand, toying with the tip, teasing it slowly.I’m so sensitive, her touch burns on my desperate skin.

I nod again, concentrating hard not to just cum in her hand right there and then.I wouldn’t dare.She would be furious.

Like an obedient puppy, I follow her through the adjoining door as she leads me by my cock, pulling me along in a tight grip.

Danica closes the playroom door behind us, locking it securely.Not that anyone else would ever come here.The cleaner is the only one allowed in, but only as and when instructed.I had them sign a non-disclosure form upfront, vowing them to secrecy.

The large room is kitted out with every toy, every piece of equipment, every single thing my heart (and Danica’s) could desire.The collection has grown significantly since Danica moved in, but it had always been impressive—and expensive.Only the best for my Queen.

Danica knows exactly what she wants in the playroom tonight.She is always so decisive, so deliberate in her actions.Meanwhile, I wait (impatiently) for my fate.

“You’ve been on the edge all day, all week really.Perhaps it’s time we clear that mind of yours a bit.What do you say?”Danica asks, and I know it’s a statement more than a question.

“Yes, Mistress.Please.”

“To the cross!”she orders, making her intentions clear.

I don’t hesitate.I just spread my limbs against the padded surface of the 6’8" custom-built St Andrews Cross in the corner, my back to her.I can feel the hardness between my thighs pressing painfully against the cross.

“Such a beautiful ass,” Danica says, slapping my naked ass cheeks—hard—before securing me to the cross.She starts by my feet and cuffs my limbs to the corners: ankle, ankle, wrist, wrist.Having my back to her makes the anticipation even greater.I am powerless when I’m like this—almost powerless, except for the fact that she gives meallthe power.I know I’m safe, that I can stop it all with just a knock on the wood, our agreed non-verbal safe word.But I know that I don’t want it to stop.I’m so incredibly aroused!

I feel Danica’s delicate hands slip around my waist between my cock and the cross.She takes my hardness in her grip and massages it lovingly.

“Was it hard not being allowed to cum, baby?”she whispers, breathing into my neck.

I exclaim in surprise as the butt plug starts humming in my ass.She must have had the remote in her cleavage all along.I forgot.

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