Chapter 49 Master//Slave II
Lana’s Point of View
“Kneel.” The words escaped my lips before I could stop them. I froze for a minute, trying to study the look on his face, wondering if he wasn’t offended because of how demeaning I sounded.
I should probably apologize, and then maybe we can start over again, or we can put an end to this madness.
To my surprise, a gleam crossed Christian’s gaze, and in an instant, he dropped to his knees.
Still glancing up at me like I was a monument of worship.
My heart raced, and in that moment, pride swelled in my chest. I pointed down to the side of my feet, trying to test out just how much power I had.
“Crawl to me,” I ordered once more, but there was no form of resistance from Christian; if you ask me, I think he is happy.
“Yes, master.”
Like the obedient big slave that he was, he crawled towards me, and I stared at him for a while, in confusion, but my body acted even more naturally than my mind.
I grabbed his jaw, forcing his face up, so he could look at me, and all the dangerous things I was about to do to him.
“Outstretch your hands,” I ordered, and he did. I was trembling with excitement. It felt so surreal how obedient he was; he was letting me do anything to him.
I began to bind his hands, my eyes darting towards him, wondering if he was really letting me do this.
“Ugh,” He moaned.
My eyes quickly flickered towards him.
“Are you okay? Is it too tight?” I asked curiously. “Should I lose it?”
“I’m lucky to have a master who is so worried for my well-being, but this is the most enjoyable thing I have ever done in my life.” He grinned at me, and that was when I realized that Christian was sick.
And to enjoy something like this, and I think I’m even more sick, because the small groans that escaped him while I tighten each knot seemed to turn me on.
A strange heat curled underneath my stomach, and wetness pooled from my core, soaking into my panties. I made a noose with the rest of the ropes and hung it over his neck, and now he looks just like a prisoner heading for the gallows.
A grateful smile crept on his face again, cheeks covered in bright red color, as he stared up at me with admiration.
“Thank you for tying me up so delicately.” He whimpered, and my fingers sank into his hair, threading his hair carefully. “Is there something you want me to do for you in return?”
I folded my arms as I stalked towards the bed, finally sitting down on it. I crossed my legs and motioned for him to come.
I think I enjoy him crawling to me.
He got to me panting, and my eyes noticed the bulge straining against his boxers; it wasn’t there when we started the bonding.
And I felt my chest tighten.
He felt the same way with me.
He was tired just from doing all these things.
“Suck them,” I said, pushing my feet towards his face, but instead of grimacing, he grinned again.
“It would be such a privilege to suck the toes of my gracious master.” He moaned as he darted his tongue against the soft skin of my toes.Coating the bigger toe with his saliva. I felt my body stiffen.
“Ugh.” I moaned shamelessly.
“Did that feel good?” He asked. “Shut the fuck up and suck,” I growled, shoving my feet into his mouth. “I didn’t say a slave could speak to me; you’re not allowed to talk to me unless I tell you to.”
He sucked on my toes while I continuously pushed my feet into his mouth until it was full.
“Do you have too many toes to suck?” I asked curiously. “I guess you constantly need your mouth to be full to behave.”
Fuck… he was so good.
The sensation in my feet was almost as good as the day he sucked me. I felt a throbbing sensation fill me up, rippling in my core.
I pushed my head back, struggling to keep the moan in my lips, but I remember he said something about this place being soundproofed.
“Um…” I bit down on my lips, my eyes returning to Christian, who resembled a dog, unable to spit out my toes from his mouth. “Yes, you’re quite good. I could reward you.”
I pulled my feet out of his mouth, feeling a little bad for him.
But he kissed my feet, kissed them towards my ankle, my shin, and then trailed them up towards my thighs. And I felt my legs spreading on their own.
Fuck… does he want to
He stopped just as he approached my core, and then he glanced up at me, my chest heaving dangerously, because I had never been so stimulated in my life.
“What?” I asked when he said nothing, then I remembered I told him to stop speaking unless I told him to. “Speak.”
“Can I suck you?”
Uncertainty is not a trait of a master, so I got up and took off the trousers I was wearing, allowing my lacy pant come forward. I saw Christian’s member stretched in the boxer he was wearing; it moved.
And my insides tightened in response.
I sat down again, spreading my legs wide apart.
“Proceed,” I told him when he didn’t move, and almost immediately, he crawled even closer and buried his face between my legs. I parted my thighs, allowing him more room, since his hands were tied, he was unable to spread them himself. “Fuck.” I cursed when his wet tongue rubbed against the small pearl of my womanhood, my body tightening in response to the flickering touch.
I pooled even more, and the squelching sounds filled the room. “Uh.. hghn… yes.” I groaned, biting down on my lips, embarrassed by the unnatural raspiness of my voice, but my moans seemed to only fuel Christian’s passion even more. He drove his nose in between the soft mold of my flesh, and I slammed a palm across my lips.
“Mhmm.” Christian moaned greedily as he sucked me, his movement frantic and faster, my hips buckled forward, and with a scream, I cummed hard against his face.
“Fuck.” My body came down from its zenith in convulsive movements, but no matter how hard I screamed or jerked, Christian didn’t stop, until he was certain he drew every last quiver out from my body.