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  Inside the venue, we are greeted with glasses of champagne, which both of us handle very carefully as we still haven’t eaten anything. I am aware that this was probably a stupid idea, but my appetite just didn’t seem to show up today. At least the champagne helps me to loosen up a little.

  As we wander through the place, Cedric keeps conducting small talk to an ever changing and increasing number of people. I begin to feel like a nuisance. I wonder if I should leave him alone for a while and just hide somewhere quietly.

  These worries are dismissed once we get a minute to ourselves. Cedric places his hand on my back and leads me to one of the high tables that are placed all over the venue for people to put their drinks while they chat.

  As soon as we place our glasses on the table, Cedric takes my hand and pulls me closer to him so that our bodies are touching. He plants a quick but longing kiss on my lips and smiles down at me.

  “I am so glad you’re here,” he says. “You are like an external battery charger for me; you know that right? I need you. It’s a torment not to be able to touch you the way I want to right now.”

  I grin up at him. “That is a… sweet but weird compliment, Mr. Crow.”

  “Oh, I’ll prove my words to you once we get back home,” he whispers. The seductive tone in his voice makes me shiver.

  We are interrupted by yet another person who demands to speak to Cedric. He introduces himself as a literature critic who is working for a magazine that would like to run a piece about Cedric’s new book. Cedric shortly talks to him but has to put him off until after the press conference later.

  Time drags on, and minutes seem to turn into hours once the speeches start. Luckily, Cedric doesn’t have to say much this time, except for a few words of thanks. There are a bunch of people who toast Cedric in the minutes and hours that follow, and I am amazed at how little one can say despite using a lot of words.

  The constant toasting forces us to sip on our champagne on a regular basis, and when I spot some waiters who are running around with finger food, I instantly make sure they find their way to our table by discreetly waving at them. Cedric casts me a grateful smile.

  “Seems like I’ve found my job for today,” I joke in a low voice so that only he can hear it as I pick up a few tiny sandwiches from one of the waiter’s tablets.

  “Providing us with food?” Cedric asks.

  I nod. “Look, there’s little skewers, too!”

  He laughs as I wave at the next waiter to provide us with chicken satay sticks.

  “You have to eat,” I urge. “This is going to be a long day.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Cedric whispers and obediently grabs one of the sandwiches. “What would I do without you?”

  He plants a kiss on my forehead and happily chews on his food while turning back to the next person who announced to have a few words they would like to direct at the man of the day.

  Chapter Seven

  We return home a few hours later, exhausted and tense. The press conference was the last event on Cedric’s schedule - and the most demanding. I admire him for still being able to gather this much strength after hours of standing, talking and listening to boring toasts and speeches. I am glad, and kind of proud, that I made him eat something early on so he would have enough energy to make it through the day.

  “You don’t want to watch it?” I ask as he helps me out of my coat after we get back to the penthouse.

  “Why would I?” he asks back. “I was there; I know what I was asked, and what I said.”

  “Yeah, but… I don’t know,” I mumble. “You’re on TV tonight! That’s got to be exciting even for yourself, no?”

  I turn around to him.

  He shakes his head and hangs my coat next to his on the coat rack.

  “You’re right; it doesn’t happen too often, but I don’t care much for seeing my face on screen,” he says. “If I’d like that, I would have become an actor and not a writer.”

  “Well, I do,” I say. “I’d love to watch and admire you.”

  I smile at him, trying to lift his mood. He is anything but a cheerful guy, but today he has been extremely earnest and apathetic even for himself.

  “You can if that’s what you want,” he says. “But I will need you before that.”

  He comes closer and grabs me by the upper arms respectively. His grip is tight and promising.

  “Oh, you need me?” I ask, casting him a naughty smile. “What for?”

  “To relax, let off steam,” he whispers. “Freshen up, and meet me in the living room. Naked.”

  I smile up at him and nod. “Yes, Sir.”

  It has gotten dark outside by the time I return to the living room, freshly showered and naked, as he told me to. Cedric is standing in front of the window again, holding a small tumbler of whiskey when he turns around to me. He is still wearing his dark suit but has loosened his tie a little. His hair is ruffled, and he looks exhausted. Whatever we will be doing tonight, I feel that it might be rather tame compared to other nights.

  I am very wrong about that, though.

  “Come here,” he orders as he sees me standing in the archway.

  I walk up to him resisting the urge to cover my privates with my hands. I know he hates when I try to hide from him.

  He places his glass on his work desk and comes towards me. We meet in the middle of the living room, close to the sitting area.

  “On your knees,” he says. “And look at me.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I follow his order and place myself the same way he wanted me this morning. He fetches something from his pocket. A collar but a different one than I have worn before. This one is thicker, and the d-ring at the front is a lot bigger. It looks more like something one would put around a pet’s neck.

  He kneels down in front of me and wordlessly closes the collar around my neck. I help him by lifting my hair up in a ponytail with my hands.

  “You should wear your hair up today,” he says after the lock closes with an audible click sound. “Here.” He hands me a black hair tie, well prepared as always.

  “Thank you,” I utter and tie my hair up in a loose bun.

  The collar is quite wide and cuts into the flesh around my neck as I lower my chin while tying my hair up.

  “Remember your safe word?” he asks.

  I nod. “Yes, Sir. Red.”

  “Good girl.”

  It’s been a while since he has reminded me of the possibility of a safe word. My pulse begins to accelerate. Tonight might not be as relaxing and chill as I anticipated.

  He gets back up on his feet and walks away behind me. I know better than to turn around to see what he is up to. It doesn’t take long for him to come back into my field of vision. He is holding a leather leash that he attaches to the ring on my collar.

  “Good girl,” he says. “Come.”

  He gently pulls at the leash and forces me forward on all fours. He walks towards the sitting area, and I follow him like a puppy.

  “Get on the couch,” he orders and I follow, placing my elbows on the backrest of the couch and my knees on the cushions, rightly assuming that this is the way he wants me.

  “Good girl,” he praises and gently slaps me on my behind.

  I have come to enjoy spankings even more during the last few months and have to suppress a moan even at this gentle slap. I hope there will be more.

  But today, his plan seems to be a little different.

  He attaches the leash to a rod at the back of the couch. Until now, I haven’t even been aware that there was such a rod. He ties the end of the leash around it.

  “Yank on it,” he commands.

  I obey and carefully yank at the leash, causing the strong and thick collar to tighten around my neck and lightly choking me.

  Cedric seems to be satisfied. “Good.”

  He walks around the couch and places himself behind me. Knowing that his eyes are on me, I instantly hollow my back and lift my ass, so he has a better view. I l
ean a bit lower on my elbows to make my position a little more comfortable and to allow for my back to hollow even more.

  “Very good girl,” he praises. I smile.

  That is exactly what I wanted to hear. Those words that make me feel warm all over.

  I flinch in surprise when I feel his hands on my behind. He starts massaging my ass, spreading my cheeks while kneading my flesh. I blush and moan at the feeling. My back involuntarily hollows even more, and I lean back into him. A motion that is greeted with two strong slaps, one on each side.

  “Now,” he whispers. “I am going to be a bit cruel to you today, my baby girl. Do you think you can handle that?”

  I hope so, would be the honest answer. Instead, I breathe, “Yes, Sir.”

  One of his hands wanders further between my legs while the other continues to massage my behind. Another moan escapes my lips when he starts playing with my folds, only ever so slightly touching them at first before he starts pinching them and moving further to the center.

  I know that he is greeted with wetness, and the slick sound my body reveals when he moves one of his fingers inside of me is a tell-tale in the extreme. So is my moaning that accompanies his motions. He glides in and out with such ease that is impossible for me to not feel embarrassed at my own arousal.

  “Do you want more?” he asks.

  “Yes, Sir!”

  “Ask for it then.”

  “More, please, give me more!”

  “More what?”

  That is a good question. I ponder for a moment, thinking about what would be reasonable options right now.

  “Stretch me more,” I utter, closing my eyes in shame. “With another finger…”

  “Just one?” he clarifies.

  “Or two,” I breathe.

  “Good girl,” he says and without further ado, adds two more fingers to push them inside of me with the third one. It hurts, but just enough to still be enjoyable.

  I reflexively throw my head back, just be reminded that I am tied to the couch. The collar cuts into the flesh at the back of my neck and forces my head back down.

  He rubs my clit with his thumb, skillfully as always and sending hot shivers through my body. He is so damn good with this, so ingenious with his motions, knowing exactly where to touch me and how much pressure to put on certain spots.

  Of course, he stops just when I am about to warn him about my impending orgasm. I know he usually wouldn’t want me to come this early in the game.

  He moves his soaked fingers upward. Towards my back entrance. He circles around it with one finger before he slowly pushes it inside while he continues to massage my clit. We have done anal play before, but only very little. I have enough experience with it to know that I like it, to an extent.

  Just this one finger feels more intense than three have felt before; it is an awkward feeling that soon turns from slight pain into sheer pleasure. But I don’t dare to ask for more in this area.

  It turns out, I don’t have to. He carefully adds another finger, using my juices as lubricant as he forces it inside my tight center.

  I moan loudly and lean back into him, a clear sign for him that I am enjoying this.

  “Good girl,” he praises again. “I have a little surprise for you. Don’t be scared.”

  Him telling me that I should not be scared scares me more than anything he has ever done to me. Why does he do that?

  He removes his fingers and appears to get something from inside his jacket, as far as I can tell without turning around to look. Soon after, I can feel something hard and cold caressing over one of my butt cheeks. A plug, maybe? The cold feeling suggests that it is made of steel.

  He moves it along the curves of my behind, before moving it downward to the back of my upper thigh and then to my center, where his other hand is still massaging my clit, keeping me in a constant state of arousal.

  Now, instead of his fingers, he is pushing what I assume to be an anal plug inside me, stretching my insides more than his fingers have before. The girth of the plug surprises me. It is a lot bigger than its tip suggested.

  But it feels good. Very good.

  However, I have a feeling that it has not reached its final destination, and that assumption is proved to be right a few moments later when Cedric withdraws the toy from my center and moves upwards.

  His massage stops, and for a few seconds he just applies gentle pressure on my throbbing nub. I moan, unsure whether the sound escapes my mouth because of lust or disappointment.

  Just mere seconds later, I can feel the tip of the plug teasing my back entrance. Judging from the way it felt before, I am a little concerned about its girth now, to say the least.

  “Relax, baby girl,” Cedric whispers.

  He picks up a moderate massage of my clit while slowly pushing the plug forward, spreading my ass more than he has before while just using his finger. I try not to tense up too much and just give in to the feeling.

  But it hurts, there is no denying that. My breathing turns into erratic gasps as the plug spreads my ass further and further. It is more than bearable, but when it reaches a certain point, I cannot help but groan in pain. Drops of sweat are building on my forehead.

  “Almost there,” Cedric promises in a soothing voice.

  I reply with a helpless grunt. The plug seems to be formed like a drop, with the widest part now stretching me to the limit as it gets shoved inside.

  I yelp when it enters with a surprising ache.

  It is in place now; I can feel it. I am panting, gasping for air while I try to process the decreasing pain. Now that it is in, it doesn’t really hurt anymore, but there is a constant pressure. I feel so full and stretched - and so incredibly hungry for more.

  “You did very well,” Cedric praises while caressing my butt cheeks. To my sorrow, he withdraws his hand from my center and starts massaging my ass cheeks again, like he did when we started. He stretches them apart, his eyes clearly on whatever kind of plug he just placed inside of me.

  I lean into his touch and moan with every circular motion he adds.

  “Do you like it?” he wants to know.

  “Yes, Sir,” I reply. “Very much.”

  “Then, what do you say?”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  He slaps me on the butt again and gets up.

  “I’ll be right back with you,” he promises. “You just enjoy this for now, alright?”

  Before I get to reply anything to that, I can feel his hand on the toy in my ass. He applies pressure on it, and for a moment, I believe that he wants to push it in even further. But I am wrong; he is pushing a switch.

  A switch that causes the toy to vibrate.

  I let out a desperate moan as the vibrations spread through my entire center. I am so sensitive, so aroused already. Even though there is nothing directly touching my most sensitive spot, I feel like this thing will drive me insane, and maybe a little too close to that climax neither of us wants me to have yet.

  Cedric is watching me for a few more moments, and I notice how much I am convolving, unable to keep still beneath the strong vibrations that speed through my body. But I process it all without moving my hands and legs, despite not being tied up. The only part of my body that is restrained still is my neck.

  It is now that I begin to realize what Cedric meant when he called some of our play sessions ‘training.’ This is not natural behavior, at least it has not been for me. I have come to learn that this is how I am supposed to process these things. Pain, ache and fogging desire. On all fours, without moving my arms and legs.

  Eventually, Cedric walks away without saying another word to me. He rests assured that I know what to do and what not to do.

  So I remain alone in the living room, still on all fours, resting on the backrest with my knees on the sofa and my neck confined by a collar and a leash tied to the sofa while the vibrating toy torments me.

  A sweet torment.

  Chapter Eight
r />   Even in my dizzy state, I catch that he is entering one of the bathrooms. A few moments later, I hear water running. He is taking a shower himself.

  “Hurry….,” I hear myself whisper with a hoarse voice. “Oh, please… hurry.”

  I am in luck today, as it doesn’t take long for him to return to me. This time, he comes to a halt at the back of the sofa, facing me with his erection pointing directly at my nose.

  He doesn’t even have to tell me to open my mouth for him; I do it as soon as I sight his gorgeous member. Ready. I am so hungry, so desperate for his cock that I would beg him to let me suck on it even if he didn’t want me to. Seeing it right in front of my eyes, clean, straight and fully erect at the sight of me only increases my need for him.

  I lean forward and wrap my lips around his member, greedily taking it all in at once.

  He moans and places one of his hands at the back of my head. Of course. He would never let go of control. My tongues wanders along the lower side of his shaft, teasing him as good as I can.

  But he doesn’t let me have my way for too long. Soon, the hand at the back of my head takes over, and he shoves his cock against the back of my throat again and again. I choke and cough but remain in position, trying to catch as much air as possible while he uses me as an oral fuck toy.

  He grants me with one last deep push and keeps it there, his tip pressing against the back of my throat. I choke and gasp, but he doesn’t retreat before I start whimpering. He slowly withdraws his cock. It is dripping with saliva as he pauses right in front of my face, observing me as I catch my breath.

  “Good girl.”

  He pets my head and leans down to detach the leash from the rod at the back of the sofa.

  “Follow me!” he hisses, yanking at the leash with such force that I almost stumble over.

  I have just caught my breath from the intense throat-fucking before, and I start coughing at the unexpected ache around my neck.

  I stumble off the sofa, back on my feet, which turns out to be a mistake.

  “On all fours!” he reminds me and reinforces his command with another yank at the leash.

  I gasp and practically fall over on all fours before him. My legs are shaking, and it is hard to maintain composure as the toy is still vibrating in my behind, weakening my core and messing with my mind.