Trapped Between Two Alphas (Katerina)

Chapter 39

(Katerina's POV)

I opened the door to our bedroom and saw Kol sitting naked in the middle of our four-post king-size bed

with his erect cock proudly on display. I watched his mouth drop open as he took me in. I loved how his

eyes traveled up and down my body, drinking in every detail of my dominatrix outfit. My nipples were

almost painfully erect and the wetness of my pussy had created a large dark wet spot in the crotch of

the Lycra thong. I couldn't remember the last time I was so worked up.

After a few moments, our eyes met and he started to speak until I cut him off. "Lower your eyes." Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

His mouth dropped open in shock at my simple order, then he quickly complied. "Yes, Ma'am."

I paused, giving him time to lower his eyes and wait on me. I was happy that I didn't have to remind him

about the correct way he was now going to address me. It also pleased me that he was taking this

seriously-our decision to allow me be the dominant for a while, while he submits to me.

"I want you to listen to me carefully. From now on, when I allow you the honor and privilege of

worshiping my body, you'll be rewarded for obeying me and severely punished when you don't."

His eyes remained lowered onto the bed and his hands began gently trembling.

"Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he said softly.

I waited for a full minute and made sure he didn't raise his eyes. I wanted to begin training him to wait

on me. From now on, everything we did together, both in and out of the bedroom, would be done on my

timetable, not his.

"Lie on your back, but with your feet at the head of the bed."

For a split second I saw a bewildered look appear on his face and then he quickly complied with my

order. I loved how his eyes were pointed at the wall at the head of the bed and not at me.

"Extend your arms."

Again he hurriedly followed my order.

Taking my time, I reached underneath the bed and produced two large leather cuffs that were attached

to cable ties. The cable ties were securely fixed to the bedposts right above the carpet.

"Have you ever been restrained?"

I was pretty sure I knew the answer to my question before even asking it. However, I wanted to ask in

an attempt to add a little more drama to the moment.

"No, Ma'am," he said, in a shaky, uneven voice.

I began to buckle the thick leather straps to his wrists while I spoke.

"You've spent so much time on the internet being a voyeur of other people's sex lives, yet you've had

few experiences of your own, wouldn't you agree?"

I watched as his face turned a deep crimson. "Yes, Ma'am."

His eyes followed my movement to his other hand as I buckled his other wrist into the large leather

strap. I noticed that he was careful not to look into my eyes.

He pulled tight on the restraints, testing them, but everything held securely. There was a small amount

of play in the cable ties, but not enough for him to move his arms very far.

"Do you think you'll be able to get away from me?"

He took a deep breath and I could tell he was resigning himself to this new situation. "No, Ma'am."

"I think you're right about that."

I took a moment to look at my husband. His chest was rising and falling with each rapid breath he took

and his penis was throbbing in time to the beat of his heart. I also noticed that his cock was dripping

and a little pool of pre-cum was forming on his stomach.

"You're so worked up, aren't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he replied between short, shallow sips of breath.

I reached down and dragged my fingernails across his chest, which caused him to gasp and take in a

deep breath.

"I think it would be fun to have another glass of wine and check back on you in an hour or so."

He gasped. "No, Ma'am, please ..."

The horrified look on his face when I teased him about leaving the room brought another realization to

my mind.

"I have a feeling that you still think tonight is about you."

A befuddled look broke onto his face. I could tell he had no idea where I was going with this. I couldn't

help but smile.

"You only exist to serve me now." I paused for a moment to let my words sink in. "When and if you will

get any type of sexual pleasure will depend solely on how well you service me. How well you meet my

needs and perform to my expectations. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he responded quickly.

"Tonight and every night hereafter is about me and what I want ... do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."