“Oh, yes,” she murmured, feeling lightning spark from her breast, straight down her belly into her groin. The tying had been slow, meticulous. It wasn’t precisely arousing, but feeling the rope tighten around her had gotten her turned on all the same.
Reggie was well aware of the result and put his lips to her ear. “Pleasure, Patty. I know you relish pain, but that will be secondary. You understand.” While he spoke, his finger played across her belly and ran over the short brush of hair covering her sex.
“I understand, Master.”
Reggie chuckled. “I’m not your master. I wonder if anyone could master you. I am your Lord for tonight, though.”
“Yes, sir,” she agreed, a smirk spreading across her face.
This was it. She was the brat that no one bested. Many tried. Like Reggie, they held her for the night, bent her to their will, but prepared themselves for her to whip back into her own as soon as they finished.
When had it happened? Reggie wasn’t the first to give up on dominating her before he had even tried.
Fighting the sinking disappointment, she covered it with sass. “And what does my Lord expect of me?”
“To come, of course.”
Reggie delivered on his promise of pleasure. He started with his fingers, which Patty found second only to a thick, hot cock. Vibrators and dildos got her off, but the feel of skin on skin really couldn’t be matched.
Reggie was a desk jockey and he had long slender fingers, ideal for the keyboard. They were also agile and strong. She expected he would make her squirt; get her good and wet for all his other intentions. He brushed past her sex to tickle the inside of her thigh. He touched her lips briefly before running his nails over her buttocks.
Her smirk twisted and she tried moving her hips to put her pussy in his hand. He took his hand away and she huffed, impatient for him to get on with it.
He walked around her and kissed the back of her neck, along her spine to the first rope and skipped over it on to the next, stopping short of the small of her back. Patty shivered as his fingers moved along her back. She forgot how sensitive it was. More attention was usually paid to her breasts and pussy.
“Someone is ticklish,” he murmured.
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