Free With This Collar by Sierra Cartwright Page B

understand the whole whips and chains thing.”
    “That was only a little taste,” he said. “And it wasn’t meant to arouse.”
    “And if it did?” she asked.
    Like a feline seeking heat, she snuggled into him.
    He smoothed her hair over her shoulders and caught her chin. “I’m glad it did. But that may mean you need more spankings to atone for your behaviour upstairs.”
    “If you insist, Sir.”
    “Part your legs so I can see if you’re turned on.”
    Her hesitation lasted for only a fraction of a minute. She wrapped her arm around his neck for balance and spread her thighs.
    He skimmed his fingertips across her clit. “Your pussy is wet, girl.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “It wouldn’t take much for you to come, would it?”
    “God… No.” She closed her eyes and thrust her cunt forward.
    “I’m strict about my subs not coming unless I say they can.”
    She looked at him. “Are you serious?”
    “Very.”
    “You want me to ask permission to orgasm?” she asked incredulously.
    “Yes.”
    “If you knew how hard some men had worked on just that.”
    “I want you focused on it,” he replied. “That’s the difference.” He held her gaze captive and continued to play with her pussy. “I want you obsessed with coming until it’s the only thing you can think of.” He gently abraded her clit. “I want you sobbing and begging.” He pulled on her labia. “I want you to need a climax more than your next breath. You may not ever come unless I say so. Is that clear?”
    “That sounds like a fantasy, Sir.”
    “It is,” he agreed. “Mine. And your reality.” He gave her an open-handed slap to the cunt.
    She screamed.
    “Do not come.”
    She panted and gasped and dug her fingernails into his shoulder.
    “Please,” she said.
    “I said no, girl.” He moved quickly, putting her on the floor. “Kneel, please.”
    “But—”
    “I am not open to compromise.” He spread his legs shoulder-width apart, folded his arms across his chest and waited.
    The battle of wills dragged for nearly thirty seconds. The whole time, she stared at him, as if weighing how much to push, to argue.
    He was tempted to capitulate, but knew the power of restraint and delayed gratification. When she came, if he let her, the emotional release would swamp her. Having her ache for his touch would serve him well. “Spread your knees as wide as is comfortable, and put your hands behind your head. Thrust out your breasts.”
    When she did, he said, “When I ask you to kneel in future, this is the position I want you in. I find it makes you aware of being open and it makes your body available for my pleasure. And with your legs being so far apart, it’s less likely that you can bring yourself off.”
    She opened her mouth, but he spoke first, “Unless given instructions otherwise, assume I want you looking at the floor.”
    “Yes, Sir.” She cast down her gaze.
    “Is your cunt throbbing?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Think about that for a bit, how the spanking aroused you, how obscene you looked, showing your pussy to Master Damien. You liked that, didn’t you?”
    “I…”
    “Look up at me.” He watched a furious blush chase up her face. He lowered his voice. “It’s okay to admit the truth one way or the other.”
    “I did like it, yes.”
    “How’s your arousal?”
    “Sir?”
    “Is your pussy still wet? Are you still horny?” Without waiting for an answer, he crouched in front of her. He snared her gaze and kept it imprisoned. He touched her between the legs, and almost instantly she was as slick as she had been earlier. “Keep your body still.”
    “I’m trying to do what you want.”
    He gave her half a dozen gentle slaps. She flinched, but she didn’t try to escape. He saw her clench her jaw as she fought back her needs. When he was finished, his hand came away damp. “Lick your juices from my fingers,” he said.
    She opened her mouth and dutifully sucked them dry. He tried not to think of her doing that to