Russian Boss’s Secret Baby by Bella King

Ch 14

SLATE

These women just never learn.

They’re always so nosey. They never give me the chance to ease them into it, to break them in before I bring them here. I hate to scare her like this, but she needs to understand that I’m not to be played with. She needs to know her role in our relationship, and she’s going to learn it one way or another.

I grab some standard handcuffs from the drawers. Everyone uses handcuffs, she’ll be fine.

“You know what all this is for, Mia?”

She hesitates, then nods.

“Are you sure?”

She shakes her head, her eyes wide with fear.

“It’s for restraining women like you while I fuck them,” I say. “Of course, it’s all preferences. I would never force anybody to participate. However, I really need you to put on these handcuffs, honey,” I continue, attempting to control the agitation in my voice to get her to comply.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she squeaks, barely above a whisper, her throat constricted by anxiety.

I laugh a bit, softening my tone. “What, never? Come on, Mia, live a little. Jesus.”

She smiles just a bit. She seems to be opening up more now that I’m not scaring her as much. Maybe she doesn’t need so much time to get used to it like I thought.

“Okay, I’ll wear them, but if I say stop, you have to stop,” she says, gazing up at me with her needy, watery brown eyes. Her affect has shifted from terrified to curious and playful, as if her own terror was an act itself.

“Sure,” I mutter, my cock throbbing in my pants.

I grab her wrists and place them behind her back around the bedpost. As I lean closer to place the handcuffs around her wrists, I can smell her hair and her skin, which arouses me even further. She smells so sweet, but it’s subtle, like she only wants you to know if you get close.

“Tell me if they’re too tight,” I say as I close them. She winces a bit as the metal touches her skin.

So sensitive.I’ll have to take this slow with her.

I ratchet the cuffs closed, maybe one or two notches tighter than they need to be. I am trying to punish her, after all.

She sucks her teeth as I close the cuffs and start kissing her neck and ears. “You’ve broken into my bondage room, and that means you’re going to stay here and get the full impact as your punishment, do you understand?” I whisper.

I can feel her pulse racing as my lips graze her carotid arteries, and her breathing quickens as I suck and bite her between her neck and shoulder, pulling the neckline of her slutty tight shirt over to give myself more space.

At first she trembles, thoughts racing as she tries to determine whether or not she is scared of me or uncontrollably aroused by being restrained. My hands grasp at her tits, braless through the fabric, nipples getting hard and puffy as I stroke them. Tiny moans escape her, and I know now that this will probably be the easiest series of orgasms she’s ever had.

I slide her shorts aside and begin touching her just as I had in the back of my car. If I add some familiarity to the experience, she will likely respond even better. I find her slit through her panties and stroke her with my middle finger, and she squirms against my hand, unable to move any more than pressing her hips into me. This is frustrating her, I can tell.

Instead of continuing until she cums, I decide to use a different approach. Now that I’ve got her pussy wet and swollen, she will be extremely easy to push to the edge. Over and over. If she cums, I’ll punish her. It’s a fun game.

“Have you ever played with any toys, Mia?” I ask, trying to conceal the evil little grin that is forming on my face.

She nods. “Yes, when I was eighteen, I bought a vibrator, but I was too scared of getting caught with it, so I only had it for a week,” she replies, her voice shaky now.

“Maybe it’s time for you to revisit that time in your life, hm?” I reply.

She inhales sharply as I pull myself from her and walk back over to the drawer where I retrieved the handcuffs. I pull out a garter harness, complete with a high-powered, 16 speed remote-controlled vibrator.

“Oh my god, what is that?” she says, the nervous energy returning to her voice.

“You’re going to find out, sweetheart,” I say as I approach her. “It’s not going to hurt you. Quite the opposite, actually,” I continue, stepping back over to her. I begin to slide her shorts and panties down her legs, her sweet, smooth pussy exposed for me to play with as much as I want.

Getting too eager too quickly is a problem I have in situations like this. It’s something she can help me work on.

I slide the unbuckled harness around her legs and hips, securing it tightly to her skin to ensure that the vibration is as intense as possible. I can feel her legs tensing already, before I even begin. This sends a rush of arousal through me, almost throwing me completely off focus. I could fuck her right here and now if I wanted to.

But no, I won’t. I need to be patient. I need her to see what her job is really going to be like, what her entire purpose in life will be when she’s with me.

She whimpers a bit as I adjust the vibrator, her pussy already slick and ready for me. Her body betrays her. Once I have the harness on tight, the vibrator pushed directly up to her clit, I pull the remote out and show it to her.

“You see this? This thing will be your god and your worst enemy in the next half-hour or so,” I say.

She relaxes a bit, her legs un-tensed and ready when she finally realizes how good this is going to be for her. “Okay, please show me what it’s like,” she says softly.

“Speak up,” I demand, leaning down.

“I want to be your toy,” she says, her own arousal catching up with her.

She looks me in the eyes right before I turn the vibrator on. As soon as I do, her eyes snap closed and she almost falls to her knees, barely able to stand. “Oh god, oh god that’s too much,” she pleads as she tries and fails to stand firm on her feet.

I can’t help but laugh a little. “Baby girl, that is the lowest setting of this toy. You’ll have to develop a better resolve if you want to be used by me. I don’t play very nice,” I say as I kneel down to her level and look her in the eyes. She stares back at me, here eyelids fluttering shut as she gives in to the vibration.

“It feels so hot on my clit,” she gasps.

“That means it’s in the perfect spot, then. All you need to do now is wait,” I reply. I lean back against the restraint bed, watching her struggle not to scream out loud as her neurochemistry recklessly charges toward orgasm.

She will try and try again to fight it, humiliating herself when she can’t stop orgasming in front of me.

“Please, Slate,” she moans, uncertain of her exact request even as she says it.

“Please what?” I ask playfully.

She doesn’t really want it to stop. She is getting the hang of the game now. She will grow to enjoy the helplessness, the punishing aspect. It will become a point of arousal itself.

She doesn’t reply to me. As her legs give out, her blood flow rushes to her vagina, and she is unable to fight it.

Giving up so easily; that disappoints me a lot. I turn the vibration up just a bit more.

“Fuck!” she shouts. Her face is flushed, her eyes keep rolling back. She is getting closer to accepting her fate, and I’m practically rabid with desire for her. I love to manipulate her body, to show her things she’s never felt before, to twist her mind in ways that were impossible before she met me.

“Oh my god,” she continues, her legs starting to shake uncontrollably as she nears her first orgasm. Her mouth drops open and she moans so loudly, over and over again as the waves take her and she drowns in them.