Page 66 of Serving the Mogul

He’d restrained me with padded cuffs at my ankles and wrists, but even if I could have moved, I wasn’t sure I had the strength or the coordination.

Baring myself to James had taken everything out of me, and I felt like a puddle of goo.

James stroked his fingers up my spine as he walked around me, checking the cuffs, first at my ankles, then at my wrists, before stopping at my head.

He crouched there in front of me until I could meet his gaze, and he stared at me with eyes that burned through me.

“What’s your safe word?”

I told him again, fighting the urge to tell him to get it done.

“This piece adjusts so I can hold your head and fuck your mouth,” he murmured, tracing his index finger along my lip. “Maybe I should do that first. What do you think?”

“Okay.”

“It’s, yes, Master.” He pressed his finger down, the pressure light. “Outside of sex, I won’t ever try to control you. But when we were like this…it’s Master or Sir.”

I stared, uncertain if he was serious, but one look told me he was.

“You can say, yes, Master, I’d like you to fuck my mouth or no, Master, but you call me Master.”

“Yes, Master.” I didn’t even think about it. It came out so easily, as did the words that followed. “If you want me to suck your cock, I’d like that, Master.”

James’ eyes narrowed down to slits. “You’re going to be a delicious little sub, aren’t you?”

“I hope so…Master.”

He stroked my back again. “I think I’ll save fucking your pretty mouth for another night. How do you like to have your ass fucked? Do you require any clitoral or vaginal stimulation to enjoy it?”

My face got red and hot, and I thought I’d self-combust. I gave a jerky nod, and James smiled as if I’d pleased him.

“Watch the mirror.”

I didn’t know what mirror—until he moved.

That was when I realized the focal point of the far wall was a three-paned mirror, the kind you’d expect to see in dress shops.

“Up–my pretty little sub.”

He tugged on my hips, urging my position forward, so my knees took more of my weight. I couldn’t see what he was doing, only the bare muscles of his back as he tugged and shifted—

“Oh!” Intense vibrations reached my thighs. I jerked in response, and he freed my wrists, using a quick-release I hadn’t realized was there, pulling me up onto my knees, so I straddled the horse…and then he reached between my thighs and positioned the vibrating dildo. He urged me to slide down on it, and I sobbed out loud, already so aroused I was clenching around the toy.

“Bend over,” James said in a calm voice.

I rocked forward, trying to ride the artificial cock snug in my pussy.

He fisted his hand in my hair and leaned forward, his greater weight pushing me down a few inches as he repeated the order. “Tina, you have to be punished. Remember? Bend over.”

I did as he ordered.

“What do you say?” he demanded, tugging at my hair. The short, sharp pain made me clench even tighter around the toy.

“Please, Master.”

“Please what?”

Please what? I didn’t know. Moaning, I rolled my hips as best I could, needing the friction as the dildo pulsed and shook inside me. A small external piece snuggled precisely against my clitoris, and I clenched the muscles in my thighs to deepen the contact.

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