Lake shifted his hard cock and muffled a groan. He'd jacked off before coming to Tygers so he wouldn't be in such a hurry to take Lucy. But that had been three hours ago, and he could tell now it hadn't worked. The minute she'd stepped into the room he'd wanted to fuck her.
He knew he couldn't, though. She'd think he only wanted her body, and that wasn't true. She intrigued him, and he wanted all of her.
He walked to the table, stood at the end, and looked at her.
"I'm not going to fasten the restraints, Lucy, unless I have to. You're on your own here to be a good girl and lie still. Do you understand me?"
Her murmured, "Yes, Master," made his cock twitch more. He thought about leaving her there while he went to the outer room and took care of things again, but decided against it. The added tension of his hard-on would increase the intensity of what he had planned for her tonight.
He moved to the side of the table and placed his hand about an inch away from her calf. He moved up her leg, not touching her body.
At the juncture of her thighs, he moved his hand over her pussy, not touching, just letting the heat from his palm soak down into her body. Through the thin material, his gaze caught a hint of gold at her pussy and his cock began to pound painfully.
Damn, the little minx has a pierced clitty. He lowered his gaze and saw a hint of gold there too, her inner labia was pierced too, probably on both sides.
He fought the need to touch them.
"You're wet."
"Yes, Master."
"I like that, already wet for me."
When she moaned softly, he grinned and moved his hand to her stomach. He made quick work of the area, hovering but not touching, moving up to her breasts and putting a palm over each round globe, inches away from her hardened peaks, which were also pierced. He could see the tiny gold rings resting against her skin.
He smiled as he watched her struggle to remain still. He knew she wanted to be touched, to be caressed, but tonight wasn't about that. Not totally. There would be contact, but not as much as she wanted. Tonight was about calming her fears and building a bond.
He moved his hands back down to her stomach, then over her pussy again. He went lower to her leg, then rounded the table and started back up the other side. This time, when he reached her pussy he stopped.
He made slow work of the ties between her knees and thighs, then the ones up to her stomach, pushing the material away so that her pussy was bared to his view.
"Good little subbie," he whispered. "All freshly shaved for her Master."
His fingers lightly traced the gold ring that decorated her bellybutton.
"Did you pierce yourself for Brandon, or for you?"
"For me. I was already pierced when we met."
"Even your clitty and nips?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good. I imagine they vibrate very sweetly when you're riding your bike."
"Yes, Master, they do."
"I like that idea. My new subbie's a naughty little girl." He traced his fingers over the material still covering her breasts. He tugged lightly on each nipple ring and enjoyed the moan.
"Does my subbie like to be punished?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good." He quickly undid the rest of the ties and pushed the robe away from her body. In the candlelight, she looked soft and sweet.
He tugged on each nipple ring, holding them both high until she groaned.
"I'm going to make you mine, Lucy. You'll belong to me in every sense of the word. Do you understand what I'm saying by that?"
"Yes, Master."
"Then tell me what it means. Tell me exactly what it means."
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