Obedience - Three Months Later
Marcus Kane once believed submission would cost him everything. He discovered it gave him exactly what he'd been searching for.
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Marcus woke first. The apartment was quiet except for the sound of Kathryn’s breathing. He lay there feeling the tender ring around his neck where his collar had sat last night.
He liked it more than he should.
Kathryn stirred. Her hand slid up his chest and lingered on his right nipple. She didn’t open her eyes yet, but a small, satisfied smile curved her mouth.
“Morning, baby,” she said.
“Morning, Mistress.”
She looked up at him with her sleepy blue eyes. She traced the faint red line with her thumb, then pressed down enough for him to feel it.
“I’ll have to be more careful to not leave marks before they send us out to promote our new book.”
Marcus smiled. “I like being marked by you.”
“Come here.”
Marcus rolled toward Kathryn. She pushed him onto his back, straddled his hips, and reached for the soft black rope still looped around the headboard. She bound his wrists the way he liked, then sat back and looked at him.
Marcus Kane. Former Special Forces. Current sex slave.
He lay naked under her, cock already hard and leaking against his stomach, arms raised above his head in surrender.
Kathryn reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She stroked him slowly, watching the way his hips twitched and his face reacted every time her hand twisted the head.
“Look at you,” she said. “Already dripping and I’ve barely started.”
She lined his cock up and sank down in one controlled motion. The groaned together. She planted her hands on his chest and stayed completely still, letting him feel how tightly she gripped him.
“You don’t fuck me,” she reminded him. “I fuck you.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She rolled her hips, each time burying his cock to the hilt. When his hips tried to thrust up, she stopped moving completely until he went still again. The denial made his cock throb inside her.
“That’s it,” she praised. “Stay still for me. Let me use your cock.”
She rode him harder. The wet slap of her pussy taking him filled the room. Her tits bounced with every movement. Marcus’s wrists strained against the rope.
“Uhhhh . . . Kathryn please.”
Kathryn leaned down, one hand wrapping loosely around his throat over the collar mark, and kissed him once before biting his lower lip.
“Tell me what you are.”
His voice cracked. “Yours.”
“That’s right . . . Mine. Your cock. Your cum. Your ass. All mine.”
She smiled against his mouth, then began to kiss down his chest before pushing his knees up. His ass lay exposed on the bed. Inviting her tongue.
She began to lick.