“Did it touch you?”
“N…n…n...no.”
“Repeat after me, Annie. Sabre will…”
“Sabre will,” she repeats.
“Not hurt me,” I finish.
“Not hurt me.”
I kiss her lower back in reward for being such a good girl. I then decide she needs a little more incentive and slide the tips of my fingers into her wet *. It takes all of my willpower to not slide into her further, to stretch her opening with my fingers and ready her for my cock. I don’t. That’s not in the plan right now
“Good girl. You’re mine now, do you understand that, Annie?”
“I…we just met…”
I take my hand from her * and smack her ass hard. “You’re mine now. Say it.”
“Ow! Sabre!” I spank her again. When she doesn’t answer again, I spank yet another time. And another. Another and finally another, her ass is red with my handprint. She’s still not saying anything. More importantly, she has yet to say her safe word. She’s also arcing her ass up to meet my hand, silently begging for more. I pet her beautiful, pink ass and wait. I need the words. It’s silent for a few minutes, except for her ragged breath. I’m about to give up hope she will give me what I want. Then she speaks, “I’m yours.”
Chapter 6
Annie
I could blame it on confusion. I’d be lying. Whatever is happening, I want. I don’t know what will happen next, maybe that’s part of the appeal.
“That’s a good girl. I think you need a reward, sweet Annie,” he purrs from behind me, his warm breath brushing my hair and teasing the skin exposed on my neck. Chills of excitement scatter down my spine. I’m having trouble catching my breath and have no idea what I’m doing. All I do know is that I’m excited. I want more. Maybe I’ve always had this inside of me and have just buried it, kept a tight leash on that side of me because of my parent’s demands. Maybe I am just a whore, a scarlet woman as my dad calls them. It doesn’t matter to me that I’ve only met Sabre. It doesn’t bother me that we’ve barely spoken. I’d be a hypocrite to deny that my body likes what he’s doing to me—that I like what he is doing. So when he whispers roll over to me in that dark voice, laced with filthy unspoken promises, I do it.
It’s only then I remember he has cut away my underwear. I try to move my hands down to cover myself, but he grabs them. He takes a piece of my yoga pants that he cut off of me and wraps the soft cotton around my right wrist, then he positions it so I’m tied to the bedpost.
“What’s your safe word, Annie?” He asks, his voice dark and foreboding.
“Uh…ketchup,” I say turning my head to watch him tie my other arm to the opposite bedpost.
“Good girl, do you want to say your safe word, Annie?”
This should be the point where sanity comes back in. This should be the point where I scream the silly word ketchup at the top of my lungs—scream it so that they can hear me three states over. This is also where I should remember it’s only been less than a few hours since I’ve known this guy. Where I should run these men out of my house, go to the local church and give my confession and beg forgiveness of my sins…What do I do? I give him the truth.
“Not even a little bit.”
“Oh, that’s my good girl, sweet Annie. I’m going to reward you for that. Do you want to be my good girl?”
“Yes…” I answer, squirming up to meet his hand that he’s petting against the soft hair covering my female area.
“Hold still, sweetheart,” he says, his lips gently kissing my neck and then further down, following an imaginary trail on my breast.
His teasing is almost too much, and my heart is hammering in my chest.
“Sabre please…touch me.”
“Touch you where, Annie?”
“On…in my…you know where, Sabre.”
“Tell me, I want to hear you say it,” he growls against my skin right before he takes my nipple into his mouth. Even through my clothes it feels amazing. I want to demand he take my bra and shirt off so I can feel more. My hips thrust up and my body twists and turns to try to get close to him. I strain against the bindings on my wrists. He pulls away and shoves my shirt and bra over my breasts, exposing them to the cold air.
“Sabre!” I call out feeling as if I’m drowning in want…in need.
“Shh…you need to be quiet sweet, beautiful Annie. The boys are right outside and they can hear every sound you make.”
I imagine that and my heart drums in my ears. I know it’s all kinds of wrong, but thinking about the others listening excites me even more.
“Please, Sabre.” I groan as he takes my breast into his mouth again. It feels amazing without my clothes in the way. His tongue darts over the nipple while he sucks hard and releases it with a pop.