On Your Knees by Brynn Paulin

he withdrew a longer strip of black leather. Deftly, he fastened it to the D-ring beneath her chin.
    “I wouldn’t want you to run away,” he explained. She tried to swallow around the intolerable tightness closing her throat. On her knees, leashed and at his mercy… How many more humiliations would she endure tonight?
    Once again he leaned back this time giving a gentle tug on the leash. “Now, for my prize—”
    This wasn’t his prize!
    “I want to watch you pleasuring yourself.”
    Her stomach knotted. She’d never masturbated in front of anyone. She couldn’t do this. Years of Midwest morality crashed down on her, reminding her of all the lectures 67
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    she’d ever gotten about what good girls did and didn’t do. Good girls don’t touch themselves…
    A good girl wouldn’t find herself willingly in this situation. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. Maybe if she closed her eyes, she could pretend he wasn’t here watching her. A thrill of erotic pleasure teased her exposed cleft. This was another one of those fantasies—touching herself while someone else watched. Alone in the dark, she’d kicked off her blankets and thought of this as her fingers had reached for her waiting pussy.
    Her lids dropped as she unclasped her hands from behind her back.
    “And you will look at me.”
    Damn it . Slowly she raised her chin and looked up into his slumberous eyes. It was brighter in this room and they were gray. It again struck her that she knew him and she knew these eyes. Right now, she hoped not.
    “Start with your breasts,” he said, leaning against the back of the chair. His cock jerked and he reached for it, circling the wide girth with his strong fingers. Mesmerized, she watched him run that fist up and down the shaft. “Touch them in a way that arouses you.”
    Hesitantly, she raised her hands and cupped her breasts. Her fingers teased over the taut peaks, tracing the wrinkled areolas. Faint strands of bliss inched through her and she sighed. Her hands tightened, molding the mounds.
    “Pinch them.”
    Raising her eyes, she met his gaze and followed his command, immediate pleasure pain streaked through her straight to her waiting womb.
    “Harder.”
    She whimpered. Her head tossed back, pulling at the restraint at her neck. She caught the tips between her thumb and forefinger, pinching hard. She gave a strangled little cry.
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    “That’s it,” he murmured. “That’s what I was waiting for. Do it again.” Pushing her breasts into her palms, she complied. Her fingers squeezed together and twisted slightly, drawing another cry. She couldn’t believe she was doing this in front of him.
    “Now touch yourself with one hand.”
    Immediately, she slid her hand down her belly and into her drenched folds. She licked her lips as she watched a droplet appear on the head of his cock. She wanted to taste him the way he’d tasted her. She almost groaned in protest when he smoothed it into the flushed flesh.
    Fine. Well, she hoped he enjoyed the show. Releasing her other breast, she leaned back on one hand while she parted her mound. She wanted him to see her fingers plunging inside. But not yet.
    Her hips swiveled as she rubbed her clit, tremors from the tight little knob pricking along her limbs. Here it was. He had her so aroused. It took next to nothing to bring on the tide.
    Her cries came in earnest now, growing in intensity as she plowed two fingers into her channel. Oh. God. Yes. She might have said it aloud as she reached deep, surging through gushing folds.
    Suddenly, he yanked on the leash, pulling her toward him before her release could take her. “Come here,” he commanded roughly, half dragging her as she scrambled to comply on shuddering legs. He lifted her onto his lap, draping one leg over the armrest while the other sprawled toward the floor. An arm behind her back steadied her. She clasped his knee and continued to work her slippery passage. Her head turned into