Free Bound to Accept by Nenia Campbell Page A

put
anything up your sweet, sweet ass.” His hand slides up my skirt and
squeezes one butt cheek. “You never said anything about
tickling.”
    “ Asshole.”
    “ That's no way to speak to
your Master.” He squeezes me again and kisses me, letting his
fingers slide down between my legs as his tongue delves into my
mouth.
    I tense, but Tristan pulls his hand back and
demurely straightens out my skirt.
    “ I shouldn't have let you
banter with me in those earlier sessions. You've developed some bad
habits that I'm going to have to rid you of.” He glances down at
me. Then he chucks me under the chin. “Don't look so scared. You
called me an incubus. That implies you think I seem capable of
taking care of you.”
    I blink. What? “How?”
    “ Because incubi are very
good at seducing and fucking.”
    He should not be allowed to say such things
in that voice. I'm starting to melt just listening to him.
    Tristan follows the curve of my behind to my
hips, and then examines the hem of my shirt. “I like this color on
you. I'm kind of disappointed that you didn't wear one of those
pony shirts, though.”
    “ Why?” I ask
suspiciously.
    “ Aside from being some of
your tighter shirts, they're made pretty cheaply, and the fabric is
pretty thin. I was looking forward to seeing if I could tear it
right off you.”
    “ No!” I say, even as a
secret thrill ripples through me. “You are not allowed to do that!
Those shirts are expensive! I had to buy them specially at Fanime
Con—”
    He presses his finger against my lips.
    “ I'm teasing you. And even
if I weren't, I would have been happy to buy you a new one. Hell,
when this is over, I'll take you to the next Fanime Con
myself.”
    “ Why do you get to tease
me but I can't tease you?”
    “ Because I'm the Dom,
sweet pony girl.”
    That makes my face heat up. “No. Don't call
me that.”
    “ I can call you whatever I
want,” he says. “And you have to answer to it.” Cool air rushes
over my breasts and belly as Tristan parts the fabric of my shirt.
He tweaks one of my nipples. “But I think you like it.”
    “ No, I don't—”
    “ And even if you don't,”
he cuts me off, “you'll still answer to it. Because I am your
Master. And if you don't stop looking at me like that—” I'm glaring
“—I am going to punish you. Tonight things get serious. I'm going
to treat you the way I would an actual submissive. You will address
me as 'Master' or 'Sir'—whichever feels more natural. I will
address you however I please, and you will answer to it. You will
also ask permission before speaking, and if I ask you a question,
you will answer me immediately and truthfully. Understand,
moonshine sparkle ?”
    Moonshine Sparkle? I giggle. Is he
serious?
    I stop giggling when he leans over me
threateningly. “Did I say you could laugh?”
    He's serious. I swallow. “No, um—” damn it,
what did he say to call him, again? “ No, Ma—ah, Sir.”
    “ And did you understand
what I said before?”
    “ Y-yes…Sir.” This is going
to be hard to remember.
    “ Good. Since you're a
virgin, and new to the scene, you will probably have a lot of
questions, either about BDSM or sex in general, so I'm giving you
permission to question me freely. I can revoke that permission at
any time,” he adds. “If I tell you to do something, you will do it
to the best of your ability. Obey, and you will be rewarded.
Disobey, and you will be punished.”
    He pauses, letting that sink in.
    “ Our safeword is going to
be 'Twilight.' Use it only if you want me to halt what I'm doing.
Saying 'no' or 'stop' will not cause me to stop. Is that
clear?”
    “ Yes.” He continues
staring at me. “Yes, Sir?”
    Tristan nods, and shrugs off his shirt,
giving me a view of his broad, muscular shoulders. He casts it off
on his armchair and starts slipping off his watch.
    “ Get up and follow
me.”
    The leather creaks as he gets up. I don't
even bother trying not to stare at his ass. I'm pretty sure