Free Malcolm's Promise: A Re/Bound Story (Doms of the FBI) by Michele Zurlo Page B

as well,” he added. “I’ve waited long enough.”
    “Yes.” Her nails dug into his arms. “You have been very patient, Master.”
    “Get on the horse. For being such a good subbie, I’m going to spank you first.”
    She practically floated to the padded horse that could be repositioned for use in a variety of ways, but he usually had it as a spanking bench. She draped herself over it, adjusting the positions of her hands and knees until they were the way he wanted. They didn’t have time for fancy ropework today, so Malcolm buckled cuffs around her wrists and ankles to bind her in place. Usually he preferred to take his time and do something that would leave a lasting impression in her skin. But with Colin napping, their time was limited.
    When he’d met her, she’d rebelled against being bound, but she’d fought her fear valiantly, and now he tied her in some way nearly every day. Well—he did when he was home. He patted her thigh. “Comfortable?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “I’m going to warm you up first, so don’t stress over it being too light.” He slid his hand to the apex of her legs to feel her wetness. She arched her back to lift her ass. “And don’t bother telling me you don’t need a warm-up. I need one.”
    He removed his shirt. Warming up wasn’t just so the masochist could take more punishment, but also to prevent the sadist from pulling or tearing a muscles. Impact play was a physical activity, a workout that kept his upper body exceptionally toned, and he hadn’t engaged in two weeks. He touched her all over, reveling in the way her body relaxed under his palms. He spoke, murmuring soft praise and mixing in a few sexual promises. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. I can’t wait to lick that dripping pussy. I’m going to tie you up and make you come hard. I haven’t decided whether I should gag that luscious mouth or just kiss you a lot.” Okay, maybe he was murmuring sexual promises and mixing in a little soft praise.
    He smacked her ass a few times with his bare hand, and then he donned a glove. She was quiet at first, but he expected that. After a few minutes of spanking her with significant force, she began lifting to meet his rhythmic blows. She moaned, that same soft cry she used when he fucked her.
    “How close are you, sweetheart?”
    “Very, Master. If you touch me, I might explode.”
    “Can’t have that happening.” So he halted his actions.
    She cried out in protest. “Please, Master. Please don’t stop.”
    “I’m going to flog you,” he promised. “Four strikes with the cane, and six with the single tail.” Unzipping his jeans, he stepped closer to her exposed ass. “After I come inside this hot little pussy.” In two seconds, he’d buried himself balls-deep. “If you don’t come before me, then you’re going to have to wait until I’m in the mood to try again.”
    He withdrew almost all the way and surged forward. Any response she might have attempted came out as a squeak, which was just as well. Darcy’s mouth sometimes got the better of her, and he wasn’t in the mood to have his scene derailed. He fucked her with fast, deep strokes, racing against the way her walls fluttered around his cock and the increasingly loud noises she made, alternating his title with nonsense sounds of pleasure. Suddenly she went silent. Her walls convulsed, sucking him hard and milking his climax. He buried himself in her sweetness and gave over to the bliss.
    “You are magnificent,” he said as he withdrew his cock and tucked it away. He unhooked her restraints from the bench, but he kept them on her wrists and ankles. “Go to the cross. I’m going to put clover clamps and weights on your nipples for the flogging.”
    Her movements were slow and stiff, but she made it to the St. Andrew’s cross without help. He secured her to the cross, and then he pinched her nipples, playing with them roughly until they pebbled. “I’m ready, Master.”
    Darcy loved the