Chapter 4

When I began to punish the pup, I never thought he would respond so well. The first crack of the whip to his balls seemed to be quite a shock, but the rest were intoxicating to us both.

This beautiful specimen of a man leaked so much for me that I had to ask him a few times if he came as I whipped his ass, flogged his back, and tied up his balls so they were pulled by his collar.

And every time he responded with a perfect, "No, my devil."

I don't think I have ever experienced a better play partner. When I unstrap him from the bench and have him crawl to me on my makeshift throne, I feel compelled to reward him and our audience.

"Sit," I command.

Once he does, my legs go to either side of his body, and I pull his head down by the leash. He nuzzles my leg, a gesture I had never been fond of until he did it.

I stroke his head, some of his hair coming free at the base of the mask as I reward him. On his list, he requested personal touch as a reward, so I do just that. Gently, I move down his body until I can stroke his cock for only the two of us to see.

"You did so good for me," I praise softly in his ear.

Giving him a few more strokes, more cum leaks from him. Using my gloved finger, I swipe it up. He watches as I put it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around while his gaze remains fixed on where my finger disappeared.

"Fuck," he breathes just loud enough for me to hear. It spurs me on, forgetting we have an audience for a moment.

Using the zipper on my bodysuit, I open the seam that will give him access to my pussy. After all, what better way to reward a pup for a job well done than a treat?

"Would you like a reward?" I ask as my fingers circle my clit. I am wetter than I've ever been during a performance, making the latex glide over my flesh easily as I tease him.

He's inches away, but instead of taking what it is clear he wants, he restrains himself. "Yes, my devil."

Using the leash, I pull him closer.

"Then take what you want," I encourage.

His eyes flash to mine, something familiar in the gaze before they fall to my center. "Whatever I want?"

And for some unknown reason, I give him permission. "Yes."

The muzzle part of his mask is ripped away, and his mouth descends on me like a man searching for water in the desert and my pussy is his oasis.

I moan, and he takes that as encouragement, using his hands to lift my ass and tilt my hips, so he has a better angle.

Giving someone else a bit of the control I crave is a lot like handing out trust, but he takes the gift carefully. What's odd is, I feel like I can trust him with it, even though I've known him for all of twenty minutes.

Looking at the clock, I gasp in both pleasure and shock when I realize we have been on stage for over an hour. Looking out at the seats, I find all of them are filled, the room packed with people as this man brings me to the edge in front of them all.

Suddenly, this feels more intimate, and I no longer want to share it with this audience. So, even though I'm about to come, I tug the leash, pulling my pup to look at me with a stunned expression on his face.

"They will all need to come back if they wish to see what I have planned for you."

With those final words, and a lot of complaining coming from the audience, I stand and pull the man up with me. The curtain closes, leaving us in darkness as I crash our lips together, tasting myself on his tongue.

He moves with me, not demanding more but patiently waiting for me to make the decisions and call the shots.

And this is how I know I can trust him to let me lead.

Alexi gave me a room to get ready in, that I can also use as a playroom, so I pull on the leash and drag this man with me. It's strange for me to be moving quickly like this, but the pent-up need from the past year has likely worn me down.

I need this like I need air, and I plan on taking it with him.

We make it to the room where I push him onto the bed. He goes willingly, staring up at me as if we know each other.

"What now?" he asks. His voice sounds familiar, and something tells me to pay attention when I notice the outline of his face without the muzzle piece.

"Tell me what you want me to do, my devil, and I will. I'm yours."

Those words, the way he is giving me the power. Gods, I could cry because this is everything I have wanted. A play partner who truly understands the dynamic I am searching for.

"Hands above your head. Take off your pants and spread your legs for me."

Without hesitation he follows my orders. The man even folds his pants, setting them on the nightstand while I grab the restraints from the rack next to the bed.

Yeah, I think I want to keep him.

He messed up by not wearing a cock cage, so I plan to punish him in an extra special way for that.

Using the restraints, I fasten his limbs to the four bed posts. Seeing his perfect body spread out on the black sheets for me, fully at my mercy, has me dripping for him.

But I ignore that for now because I want to play with my perfect little pup.

"You disobeyed me tonight," I say, walking around the bed as I admire the man that is at my mercy.

"Yes, my devil. I did."

I open the drawer in the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube. "But you also impressed me out there and in here."

Watching him carefully, I enjoy the way he's equally proud of himself as he is disappointed with the lack of a punishment. It's amusing.

"So, because of that, instead of making the edging last for thirty minutes, I will cut it in half."

He sucks in a sharp breath and his cock jumps, making me cackle. He's so eager that I know this will be difficult for him.

"Yes, my devil."

Crawling to sit beside him on the bed, I stroke his chest with my black gloved finger, loving the way he shudders under my touch. Using just the tip of my nail, I trace the outline of his nipple.

He whimpers, the sound like music to my ears.

"Do you like when I play with these?" I ask, switching to the other as he nods. Drawing back my hand, I land a slap to the tightened peek.

"Use your words, pup."

"Y-yes, my devil. I like that very much."

"Mmm, good boy."

I reward him with a single stroke of his cock, and it weeps for me. I know there is no way he will be able to endure ten minutes of this without a little assistance, so I reach back into the drawer and pull out a cock and ball ring.

I work some of the lube into my gloves and fasten it over him, tightening the one around his balls so that it will be harder for him to come.

Testing the waters, I stroke the head of his dick, smearing some of the lube down it before I wrap my hand around the base and stroke up.

"Oh, fuck."

I laugh under my breath. "You do not come unless I say so," I command.

"Yes, my devil."

I give him another stroke causing his legs to shake. "If you think you might come, you will warn me. If you come without any warning, I will torture your cock for twenty minutes and not allow it to feel my pussy squeezing around it."

He whines even as he nods his head, his breaths panting. "Yes, my devil."

"Good boy."

Taking it slow, I alternate strokes with the tips of my nails dancing around his swollen purple head. All the while he writhes on the bed, begging and pleading but warning me every time he gets too close.

I enjoy every second of it. Seeing the way his eyes close when he gets close, how he licks his lips and even bites down on them to hold himself back. It's thrilling, a power trip, and everything I love about my role as a dominatrix.

"Stop. Please. I'm going to come."

I release him, letting his cock flop onto his stomach with a smack before slapping his balls. He groans, the perfect sound of pain filled pleasure.

It reminds me of when I used the whip on his balls. The sound that echoed around the room was like the prettiest symphony to my ears. But now, he's like the grand orchestra with his moans and whimpers.

I could easily get addicted to this.

"You're doing so well," I praise, giving him a break and tracing a finger down his cheek. "You're such a good pup."

I press my lips to his, savoring his submission as he lets me lead even this. When I push myself up, I slide off the side of the bed and his panicked gaze meets mine.

I laugh. "Don't worry, I'm not leaving you like that."

Using the zipper at the top of my body suit, I unzip it so that I can shrug out of the tight fabric. He watches, roaming my body with appreciation. When I take off the gloves, my red painted nails flex in the dim light, and I think he actually groans.

Crawling back on the bed, I straddle him.

"Do you think you have earned this?" I ask, hovering over his swollen length.

"Yes, my devil. Please. I need you."

My lips lift as I lean over him and unhook his hand restraints. He stays with them above his head as I straighten. I've never been with someone who wholeheartedly lets me take the lead, truly giving me every piece of themselves. Except this man has without even knowing my name.

I know I don't know him, but somehow it feels like I do. There's a connection, a pull to his energy like I've only felt once before. Maybe he can help heal that empty hole in my life that I have ignored for so long now.

"Put your pretty dick in me pup. I want you to make me squirt all over your cock."

When he thrusts into me, our eyes lock, and that's when I see it. The set of his jaw, his pouty lips I have dreamt about, the way his eyes look at me as if I were the center of his universe. This isn't just any pup or submissive. This is the man I haven't been able to get out of my head for twelve achingly long months.

"There she is," he says, his voice slapping me in the face like a cold bucket of water.

But when he rolls his hips, I can't seem to care about lines or boundaries anymore. Because I want this; I want him. And I just might be willing to lose everything because of it.

Cameron rips the mask from his face, his curly brown hair coming out to play, and I delve my fingers into it, using it as my anchor. I take my time, looking down at his face and memorizing every detail while thinking of all of the things he gave me.

Being with Cameron wasn't just a fear because we work for the same crime family, and I wanted to be careful about not crossing lines. It was also because I was scared he wouldn't be able to accept this part of me.

It's very rare for me to tell a man that I want to be a leader in the bedroom and they agree. It's even more rare, when I get out the collar, that I can get them to crawl for me.

They always assume it's a game, like what I really want is for them to crawl for one or two seconds and then have tables turned on me. It's not, and when they do that, I feel like there's something wrong with me. It feels as if accepting my kink is too much for them even if they agree beforehand.

But not Cameron. The way he submits so willingly is beautiful. There are so many things I want to do to him right now, so many surfaces I want to strap him down to as I toy with him. All of these ideas hit me at once, my gaze never leaving his.

"Take off the mask, my devil. Show me who you really are. Please ."

His words hit a chord with my heart because I want that. I want to show him who I am and I want him to love me for me. I want what I have been afraid of for a year now.

So, with his cock buried inside of me, I first remove my mask, then the wig.

I even take out the contacts, making him smile as I rock on top of him.

"You feel better than I could have imagined," I say as I take what I want while he stares at me. My fingers toy with my clit, and he watches as if memorizing every movement for a test later.

Actually, that's a good idea. A little test for my pup.

"You are exactly what I've always wanted."

I use my knees to push up so that he is nearly out of me, before falling back down on him. His hands move to my hips, not controlling, but aiding my movements.

The collar is still around his neck, so I grab the leash and pull it so that I can claim his mouth.

This feeling is exactly what I was afraid of. The possessiveness that comes out to play when I want something for myself, and I want Cameron.

"That's my good boy," I say, pulling his mouth to my tits. "Show me how much you want to come inside of me."

And holy fuck does he do just that. He sucks on my nipple, nibbling until I'm on the edge.

"Are you going to give me your cum, pup? Do you have it all saved up just for me?"

He groans as I pet his head, giving him the affection he deserves for how good he's making me feel.

"It's all yours, my devil. Every last drop."

I ride him harder. When his hand slides between us, he looks at me with a question in his eyes.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"May I touch you, my devil?"

I close my eyes, relishing this role. The way he whines, as if he needs to give me pleasure as much as he wants it for himself is what has me moving his hand to my center.

"You may touch."

Talented fingers brush my core, slipping back and forth until he finds the spot that has me gasping for breath.

"Right there," I breathe. "Such a good boy."

My praise spurs him on, his thrusts from below become even more powerful.

"Can I come, my devil?" he begs, his voice raw with need.

"Not yet," I say, causing him to whimper as he rubs his nose against my neck. "Don't you whine, pup. I'll give you what you want as soon as you give me what I asked for."

His mouth latches onto my throat, sucking and I moan.

"Rub my clit," I order.

His fingers move right where I need him, rubbing in tandem with his thrusts until I can't hold back anymore.

"Come with me." Right as the words leave my mouth, he does just that, burying himself deep as his cock twitches.

My pussy clamps down, juices gushing between us as I soak his cock and milk him dry just as we promised.

It takes a minute for us to come down as I lay on top of his chest. We need to shower and clean up, but I'm already scared of what this means.

A few minutes ago, I was willing to risk it all, but is he willing to do the same? The Devil in Disguise just got a taste of her perfect sin, and I don't want to have to let him go.