Page 77 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

I bite at the sudden pain, sucking in a sharp gasp as I obey him. I listen for what he’s putting on me next—low-key terrified—but he’s one step ahead of me and yanks at the chain again.

Harder and more vicious.

“King!” I try to pull away, futilely protecting myself from the stinging pain.

He twists his wrist, until my nipples are throbbing with their own heartbeat, and scolds, “It’s Master or Sir.”

“Sir, please.” I gulp, tasting saltiness on my tongue. “It hurts.”

“Breathe.”

He relaxes his grip as I inhale and exhale. My breasts still hurt but I’m able to enjoy and bask in the pain. While I’m distracted with my vision dark, he finishes his task and I hear a soft click.

“Look at me,” he softly permits.

Opening my eyes, I blink and turn a dark shade of crimson when I catch his fist curled around a long silver leash. I swear I come a little just by watching him hold it so authoritatively. Amoan frees from my lips when he pulls and there’s a matching sensation at the base of my throat.

I gaze down below at the latch connecting the leash to the choker on my neck.

“My pretty little slave slut,” Kingston says in a guttural tone. “Now get on those hands and crawl. Show me how horny this is making you.”

I’m leaking on the rug-covered floor at being dolled up as he sees fit.

He hasn’t left an inch of me untouched.

I lower my hands and arch my back as I crawl forward. The position is hell on my clamped nipples, silently begging for mercy.

Kingston strokes his erection over his pants and I feel empowered when a wet spot forms on the front. He’s just as affected as I am.

“Bounce those tits for me.”

God! It’s so dirty and I feel like a pole dancer as I give him a show. His primal gaze locks on them and he licks his lips.

Just as I’m about to reach him, he steps back. The leash pulling taut. Controlling me with it, he walks toward the bed while I crawl after him. The dildo inside my ass shifts and hits a spot that falters my pace.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Kingston snaps. “Lower your eyes and keep crawling until I tell you otherwise.”

Afraid of receiving one of his cruel punishments, I stare submissively to the floor and crawl again dutifully, the need to please him overpowering my senses. I’ve never felt more alive and sensual in my entire life.

My heart rate kicks up when we stop and his feet turn around to face me. Still, I don’t lift my head.

“Such an obedient little pet.” Cupping my chin, he raises my head and runs his thumb on my lips, smearing the lipstickeven more. I keep my eyes lowered, knowing it’s a test. A second later, I hear his pleased sigh. His voice is in awe as he speaks, “You love being a little slave, don’t you? Desperate to be owned by a man. Look at me.”

I lick his thumb before answering, “Yes, only by you.”

His jaw clenches scarily.

His hand drops.

Legs spread, he sits on the edge of the bed and rests his free hand on his thigh. “Play with your pussy.”

The leash stretches as I lean back, my legs falling open lewdly so every inch is bared for his salacious view. Without looking away, I use two fingers to trace my slit and dip them inside. I rub circles on my swollen clit and can’t control myself before thrusting the fingers inside.

There’s no shame as I masturbate in front of him.

I love his attention.

His filth.

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