Free RecipeforSubmission by Sindra van Yssel

said.
    She didn’t say a word.
    “I didn’t think so. Don’t you dare move an inch.” He lifted
his leg up and over her thigh and then rolled out of bed. She wondered if she’d
really pissed him off, but he didn’t sound angry. Just firm. Unyielding. In
control, of himself and her. She didn’t move.
    He opened a drawer and came back with rope. He was quick
about it, tying her wrists to the upper corners of the bed and her ankles to
the lower ones. She let him, ignoring the voice that told her that it wasn’t
safe to be tied up in the house of a stranger, especially one who kept rope
right near his bed in case he needed it. She would be at his mercy. She wanted to be at his mercy. This is crazy. But I want it.
    “Now I’ll do what I wanted to do in the first place.” He
moved back onto the bed, between her legs, and kissed her pussy with an
exaggerated smack.
    The touch of his lips sent shivers up her spine and sparks
straight to her core. She felt her pussy clench, wanting to have something
inside it to squeeze. She felt his hands on the inside of her thighs and
thought a finger or two would do nicely if she wasn’t going to have his cock
right away. But he didn’t penetrate her. He stroked down, his rough fingers
pressing into her flesh, pulling from each side of her labia and then down
several inches, stretching sensitive skin. She felt her pussy lips spread and
his tongue dove in to take advantage, licking her, tasting her. His nose
tickled her clit for a moment, making her tingle, and then it was gone.
Fortunately his warm, wet tongue soon replaced it, soothing the tingle and
making it worse all at the same time.
    His fingers crawled upward as his tongue continued its
assault. They pulled at her skin and the touch of his tongue intensified. Her
clit felt huge and engorged. Muscles in her belly twitched as she felt the heat
rise. She was losing control. Her orgasm was so close a few more touches would
do it. “Please. Yes. Like that.”
    He drew back. “Would you like to come?”
    “Yes, goddammit!” He knew the answer, why was he even asking
her?
    His fingers stroked lazily around the inside of her thighs
and she pushed with her hips, trying to make contact with his knuckles at
least. She succeeded, once, but it didn’t put her over the edge, just made her
teeter more frustratingly.
    “Yes, I would,” she said, thinking maybe if she didn’t swear
at him he’d help her come. But she already felt it receding, and he did nothing
but watch her eyes.
    “A sub says ‘yes Sir’ when asked a question like that. Or
even ‘if you wish, Sir,’ if she trusts her Dom to understand she means yes.
Whether you get to come, of course, is still up to me.” He bent down between
her legs again and licked up one side of her labia and then down the other,
with only a momentary stop at her clit on the way.
    “Yes Sir,” she said. There was no way she was taking any
chances with his understanding.
    “When I ask,” he murmured, and repeated the slow path of his
tongue, starting on the other side. It wasn’t enough, but she wasn’t in any
position to make him do more. She felt the pressure build inside her again as
his tongue flicked past her clit one more time. He teased her until she was
sure she couldn’t take it anymore, his hands stroking all around her sex but
never touching, his tongue tasting her but never concentrating on where she
needed it long enough.
    “Would you like to come, Kyra?”
    “Yes!” That wasn’t enough, she knew. What did he say?
I’ll say anything. “Yes, Master, please!”
    “Sir would have done, love, Master is for slaves.”
But his tongue flicked across her clit and didn’t leave, moving back and forth
in tight little circles that made her pussy feel as if it were on fire. His
fingers plunged into her—two, three? Then everything broke loose and her body
shook, pulling at the ropes around her wrists and ankles without even intending
to. Never before had she felt an orgasm