I brush my lips over her bare shoulder because it looks so delectable and leave to call in our food. “Tell them to knock when they get here and then leave it outside the room,” I instruct. No fucking way I’d open the door with a chance of anyone seeing Ka like this, even if she was under the covers or in the bathroom. I want her to feel vulnerable with me-not to the outside world. Plus, I’d have to kill anyone who saw her naked.


    Not a joke.


    I return to my suitcase full of toys and unpack a few more surprises then return. “Come off the bed for a minute.” I beckon to her, and she crawls toward me. I hold her elbow as she swivels her legs around to stand on her sexy heels. I sit on the bed and hold her between my legs. Her glorious tits are in my face, nipples pouting, begging to be tortured. I take one in my mouth and suck it to an even stiffer peak.


    Ka moans softly.


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    I slide the flower te over her nipple and tighten the screws, watching her face closely to judge when it’s enough. When she sucks in her breath and shifts on her two feet, I give her a second to see if she limates or whether I need to back off. She seems to, so I leave it and move onto the next nipple, first sucking it, rolling it around over my tongue, then fastening the te over the top and tightening the mps.


    She whimpers a little, her belly shuddering in on a breath. I stroke my hands up and down her sides.


    “Over my knee, blossom,” I intone quietly. I’m the type of dom who generally keeps hismands soft. The more trouble she’s in, the quieter I get. It keeps her straining to listen, to hear me, to please me.


    She dives over myp like a good girl. I take another mental picture because the sight is so fucking beautiful. The thigh-highs have tiny bows at the tops and a thick ck seam that runs down the centers of her legs before it plummets into the high heels. They frame her bare ass perfectly. She shifts and squirms a little, arranging her breasts underneath her on the bed. I love the curve of her long slender back as it slopes down from myp to the mattress.


    I take my time, using the t of my hand to warm her ass up. I relish the sting on my own palm as I deliver pain to her, which isn’t like me. I’m usually the guy who refrains from exerting himself too much in an interrogation. I stand back and watch Oleg, our enforcer, deliver the pain. Even with my first BDSM partners, I preferred distance from their bodies and the use of an implement. I’d bend them over a chair and use a long cane-maximum pain at minimal effort on my part.


    But with Ka, everything’s different.


    In one of ourte-night virtual sex sessionsst week, she confessed she prefers to be over myp. She likes to be close to me, even when I’m inflicting pain. That’s what this woman is all about.


    She’s not a pain slut. She’s a pleaser. A service submissive.


    Not what I thought I wanted, but now that she’s mine, I would never wish for anything different.


    I stop when she starts to squeeze her ass and wiggle like it’s too much, then I stroke between her legs. She’s sopping wet, her folds swollen, her cunt open like a flower for me. I pry her ass cheeks apart and drop a dollop of lube onto her anus, loving the involuntary squeeze of muscles when it hits. I take a stainless steel buttplug and start working the tip into her ass.


    “Don’t ever lie to tell me what you think I want to hear you say,” I tell her. “I can’t make good decisions as your dom when you do. I’m not good at reading your mind.”


    “I disagree, sir,” she says softly. “Respectfully.”


    Unbearably cute.


    Her anus opens, and I slowly push the plug forward. She mewls when it gets to the widest part.


    “Deep breath,” I advise. When she exhales, I push forward again, seating the plug. “Well, I don’t know you inside out, yet. We’re still learning each other, aren’t we?” I pump the plug gently.


    “Yes, sir.” Her voice is shaky.


    “You have to give me the facts, so I can make good decisions. If you’re not sure, you could just say I’m hungry, but I’d like to y first.”


    “I’m sorry,” she says.


    “Mmm. I like you sorry,” I admit and resume spanking her, harder this time. The smacks on her ass jostle the plug, and she’s quickly gasping and moaning from the mixture of pain and pleasure.


    When I’ve turned her ass a gorgeous shade of pink, I lift her to stand between my knees again.


    Her eyes glisten with tears. Seeing them always delivers a powerful punch. My dick gets harder than stone, and at the same time, I need tofort her. The fact that she eptsfort from me never fails to leave me changed. Almost as cracked open as I leave her.


    I cup her hot ass, massaging it roughly as I lean forward and kiss her t belly. “Are those tears because I hurt you, or are you sad you’re being punished?”


    She swallows. “Punished,” she murmurs, like she can only get the one word out.


    I stroke my palm down her outer thigh. “I know, you’re a pleaser, blossom. You don’t like to get it wrong, do you?”


    She shakes her head, looking even more distraught.


    Something twists in my chest.


    “Come here, little flower.” I pull her toward me, helping her to straddle my knees. She seems to like the closeness, leaning in to nuzzle my neck, putting those glorious tits in my face. I kiss the side of one and fiddle with the plug in her ass, rotating it, slowly pumping it.