Page 118 of Danger Close

I stopped, lifting my head. Her eyes shot open, looking down at me in panic. “What did I say about your eyes, and your legs?”

I landed my palm hard on her pretty, round ass, the sound of the spank echoed through the room. She whimpered. “I… Joe…”

She spread her legs as she stammered more sounds of sputtering disbelief.

“Be a good little Princess and do as you’re told!” I growled, before diving back to her clit, my fingers dipping into her heated channel. She squirmed, but she tried to keep her legs open. I’d give her points for that. After all, she was still learning.

But her eyes. Her fucking eyes shuddered closed as she let out a silent scream, her orgasm close.

I stopped moving, staring at her until she calmed down enough to notice what was happening, hovering over the edge of pleasure.

“Joe!” She cried out.

“What did I say about your eyes?” I wanted her to know why she was being punished. I wanted her to look me in the eyes with that combination of fear, and longing, that told me she’d do whatever I asked her to.

“To… to keep them on you.”

“That’s right, baby.”

“Please… I… I can’t… it’s too much.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

A short, undignified sound passed through her lips. She shook her head.

“Words, Princess.”

“I don’t… I don't want you to stop.” She blushed so beautifully.

Her juices were on my lips. I felt it on my beard, and scented it in the air.

It took us a long, tough year to get here. But now that she was ready, it would be all worth it.

“Today, we’re going to train this sweet little body of yours—” I cupped her cheeks in my two hands. “To orgasm over and over again. To accept it with beauty and complete, gorgeous, wifely obedience.”

Did I think obedience was a wifely duty? No. Not outside the bedroom. And I wouldn’t want it ifshedidn’t also desire it. If it didn’t get her off, I’d never bother.

“You’re going to learn how to handle multiple orgasms.” She shuddered in my arms, a small whimper escaped her lips. “You’ll learn to stay wide open, obedient, as I use you for my own pleasure. As I amuse myself with this sweet body of yours.”

Her chest heaved with shallow breaths, as her skin flushed with arousal.

“You’ll learn to come at your husband’s command.” I nipped at her clit, and she flinched. “And accept your punishments when you’re a disobedient, bratty little Princess.”

I smirked, because if she was this responsive now, then she’d be a complete mess when I brought her to the brink of painful, overwhelming overstimulation.

We weren’t getting out of bed today. I had no intention of letting her put on a stitch of clothing.

The only thing she’d wear was my ring on her finger, and a toy inside her.

“What’s your safeword?” I asked because that was the last moment of consent before I used her like my own personal play thing.

The moment of no return.

Her ragged breaths made her voice raspy. Her eager eyes begged me for the pleasure I’d just denied her. She was still afraid of giving me complete power over her, and that was fine. It took time. And I had an abundance of it.

“Safeword, Teri,” I coaxed, smoothing my hand over her thighs. “You want me to start? Tell me your safeword.”

She shut her eyes for a moment, as she relaxed her body, one muscle at a time. She mentally prepared herself for what was to come. A sign that she wanted this as badly as I did.

“What’s the safeword?” I gently demanded.

I wasn’t just asking for the word. I was asking for her trust, for her love, for her pleasure.

She opened her eyes, a slight smile on her wicked lips. She spread her thighs just a little more, the move making my cock bob in approval. She clasped her hands together over her head, and said, “Paris.”