SEAL Team Cord

Chapter 4: CORD

She still had a little stubbornness in her that could prove dangerous if she disobeyed me. It's up to me to have the control yes, but I can't be sure what I would do if she put herself in danger. She has no understanding of the position I'm in. She doesn't understand what her complete submission to me in all things has to do with our s*x life. But I do. I have to own all of her completely or not at all.

And therein lies my quandary. My mind is already made up, but I have to do this for her. This is her life too after all, and until I am sure that she's ready, we both suffer. I know from things she's said that she has no idea of my need for her. She thinks my resistance means I don't want to f**k her as much as she wants me to. Nothing could be farther from the truth

"Remember, not one word or I'll stop." I exchanged the riding crop for my favorite whip. I'd had it made especially for her with an exact number of perfectly cut strips of lambskin leather. Soft, but yet painful when administered right.

Each strip was studded with a little silver star on the end. The handle was short, less than an arm's length, and fit perfectly into my hands for wielding. I trailed those studded leather strips teasingly down the center of her back to her ass and back again. Her p***y soaked the crotch of her barely there panties and the scent was almost unbearable to my senses.

I could feel my c**k straining against the latches of my leather pants; these too had been made specifically for this room. "Tilt." She moved her body just right, dropping her chest and tilting her ass, which made her p***y more exposed.

I shook the whip over her back and ass before dipping it between her legs and sawing it back and forth. She jerked against her chains before settling, but that was just reflex from the pleasure.

I brought the whip down across her ass, not too hard at first. I wanted her to feel the pleasure mixed with the pain, but first I wanted the pleasure to be so great that the pain didn't matter. She'd already shown her penchant for withstanding whatever I did to her, which meant it wouldn't be long now.

Five lashes on each ass cheek made her nice and red and her p***y was still juicing. She was close, but she dared not c*m without my say-so, she knew the consequences, and I was sure she wanted her reward. If she passed the test!

"Good girl, are you ready?" I stroked the bulge of my c**k under the leather, to give myself some relief, and to gain some control. If I hadn't been wearing leather there would be an embarrassing wet spot going down my leg. As it was I could feel pre-c*m oozing its way down my inner thigh as it leaked from the head of my c**k.

Her body tensed with anticipation at my words. I dropped the whip and using both hands, gently rolled the sides of her panties midway down her thighs. Her p***y was fat and dewy, the lips pink and petal soft. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes as I inhaled the sweet bouquet. Soon!

I couldn't resist spreading her open with my thumbs. Her p***y opened up like a peach and my mouth watered. I teased her with just the tips of my fingers until a pearl of her essence coated my nails. Then I pulled back. I licked her taste off my fingers and watched as her p***y closed up again. I'd almost forgotten in my haste to get at her.

"I have something for you first, it's to show you my pleasure at how well you've done." I moved over to the little table on the wall and opened the drawer. Inside I removed the string of herringbone styled fine gold that I'd had made to order. Walking back to the bed, I leaned over her and clasped it around her tiny waist, locking it in place with the little anchor.

There was an inscription emblazoned on the lock that said, 'Cord's sole possession'. The tiny lock could only be opened with the key I wore around my neck. I might not have claimed her in the most primal way as yet, but that didn't change the facts. In my heart she was already mine. It was just a matter of time before I made it official, before I take her to my bed for something more than sleep. This was my first sign of ownership. The blood of her maidenhead on my c**k would be the next.

With her panties just above her knees, I climbed up on the divan behind her. Loosening my c**k, I let it hang down to my knee for some much needed relief as I leaned over and sniffed her juicing p***y. The scent went right to my head and places south. It was heady and ripe, her essence calling out to me.

With my c**k in one hand and the other in the small of her back holding her in place, I stretched out my tongue for that first taste. Her quick intake of breath and the slight jingling of the chains, were the only signs of her distress. My good little girl had come a long way. I pulled her p***y back and forth on my stiffened tongue, which I used like a mini c**k to f**k her. I licked her hymen, being sure not to break it on my tongue. That little beauty was for my c**k to destroy.

Pulling my tongue out of her, I went after her clit, sucking and nibbling on that fat pearl until her juices ran down onto my chin. I used my fingers to tease her as I ate at her, but I had to stop when visions of my c**k driving into her like a stallion became too much.

If I didn't stop now I might go too far, but I couldn't leave her like that, even though my need was such that I thought I would go crazy. She'd endured over an hour of my ministrations and I had yet to let her c*m. "Do you want to c*m?" She nodded her head vigorously making her chains pull against the wall.

"Tell me."

"Please, I want to c*m, please." Her voice was hoarse and pleading.

"Then c*m for me baby." I tormented her clit with my fingers and held my mouth open under her p***y as she came in the most spectacular way. Her p***y gushed like an open tap and her juices sprang out and onto my tongue. I drank as fast as I could so as not to lose a drop.