King of Diamonds by Cheyenne McCray Page A

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    In a matter of moments, Karn had her wrists bound to the bench legs before her, and her ankles tied at the other end. It was driving her crazy how excited and scared she felt all at once.
    When she was thoroughly bound, Karn knelt beside her. She could smell his heady male musk and longed to be held tight by his powerful arms. He gently rubbed his palm over her ass as he watched her face.
    “I will only punish you when you disobey me,” he said calmly, like they were discussing the day’s events over a cup of coffee and a newspaper. “But understand you will be punished if warranted.”
    Annie swallowed hard, fighting down the retort that rushed to her lips, and the niggling of fear that came from his threat. He brought out another red scarf, and the next thing she knew he was sliding it into her mouth, tying it behind her head, and gagging her. The scarf was snug against her cheeks, but not so tight that it hurt.
    What is he going to do to me? Her thoughts went wild with images of him spanking her until she cried.
    Karn turned to caressing her ass, the feel of his calloused hand making her pussy wetter than before.
    The first time he swatted her with his palm she cried out against her gag and tears pricked behind her eyes. Her ass stung, yet it caused pleasure tingles to radiate through her core. Karn continued to watch her face and she found she couldn’t take her gaze from his.
    He swatted her again and again. First one cheek, then the other, then both cheeks near her thighs, then the top of her ass. The initial shock and pain wore off, and to her surprise she found herself so turned on she was close to climax.
    Karn glanced to her buttocks then back to her eyes as he continued to spank her. “Your ass turns an enticing shade of pink,” he murmured as he swatted her again.
    Annie groaned, the fire inside her pussy building and building.
    “Remember you may not reach climax without my permission.” He rested his hand on her tingling butt cheeks. “Are you close, kitten?”
    She nodded and he immediately moved away from her and stood. He waved his hand within her line of vision and she was once again free from her bonds, and even her gag was gone. The scarf just plain disappeared. When she raised herself to a sitting position on the bench, her ass burned against its coolness. How bizarre it was to be turned on after being spanked, yet that was exactly how she felt.
    After he helped Annie to her feet, Karn led her to the large rectangular table. Once he had covered the table with a cloth, he ordered her to sit at the table’s edge then directed her to lie flat on her back. Again he tied her up. This time her legs were free but her wrists were bound and her arms stretched out and fastened well over her head.
    Wind stirred the trees and a gust rushed over her body and her exposed pussy. She heard the sound of the ocean, waves slamming against the shore, driving in again and again. Karn’s warm musk surrounded her—the smell of testosterone mixed with something even more wild and primitive.
    He knelt between her thighs and her breathing grew more rapid as he scented her mound. In the next moment he buried his face against her pussy and licked her clit.
    Annie’s gasp of surprise turned into a moan. He licked and sucked, drawing her close to peak and then backing away, leaving her so frustrated she wanted to scream at him. When he rose up above her he placed the head of his cock at her core and she caught her breath.
    This was it. She was naked and her butt was sore, and now she was going to lose her virginity while strapped down to a table in the middle of a garden. Not to mention the red collar around her neck marking her as his possession .
    Dang but she wanted him.
    Karn’s eyes were dark and sensual as he moved the head of his cock slightly into her opening. She bit her lip as she watched him and as she concentrated on the strange but exciting sensation.
    He paused with maybe an inch of his cock inside