'Danica's Revenge' Spicy Art

Extract from Danica's Revenge, Queens & Knights book 2

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Like an obedient puppy, I follow my Owner through the adjoining door as she leads me by my cock, pulling me along in a tight grip that makes my hardness throb painfully. I’m about to get what I deserve—the mere thought relaxes me. There is nothing I have to think about, to stress about, to feel guilty about…no, I can just listen to her commands and I will be absolved of all my sins.

Danica closes the playroom door behind us, locking it securely. Not that anyone else would ever come here. The cleaner is the only one allowed in, but only as and when instructed. Vowing them to secrecy, I had them sign a non-disclosure agreement upfront.

The large room is kitted out with every toy, every piece of equipment, every single thing my heart (and Danica’s) could desire. The collection has grown significantly since the feisty hellcat that is my Queen moved in, but it had always been impressive—and expensive. Only the best for my Madame.

Danica knows exactly what she wants in the playroom tonight. She is always so decisive, so deliberate in her actions.

Meanwhile, I wait (impatiently) for my fate.

“You know why we are here? Do you accept your punishment for your disrespect?” Danica asks, and I know it’s a statement more than a question.

“Yes, Mistress,” I answer anyway, eager to repent.

“To the cross!” she orders, making her intentions clear.

I don’t hesitate, I just spread my limbs against the padded surface of the seven-foot custom-built St Andrews Cross in the corner, my back to her. The hardness between my thighs press painfully against the cross.

“Such a beautiful ass,” Danica says, slapping my naked ass cheeks—hard enough for the skin to burn—before securing me to the cross. She starts by my feet and cuffs my limbs to the corners: ankle, ankle, wrist, wrist.

Having my back to her makes the anticipation even greater. I am powerless when I’m like this—almost powerless, except for the fact that she gives me all the power. No matter what happens, I know I’m safe, that I can stop it all with just a knock on the wood, our agreed non-verbal safe word. But I know that I don’t want it to stop; I’m so incredibly aroused!

Danica’s delicate hand slips around my waist, between my cock and the cross, and she takes my hardness in her grip, slowly massaging it.

“Was it hard not being allowed to come, baby?” she whispers, breathing into my neck. It’s a trap, I know it’s a trap, but I can’t help but respond to her every move.

*Artist credit: @castawolf