“The next blow will be harder than the last,” I say.
“Green,” she responds, sending a ripple of desire through me.
I initiate the sequence with mid-level, double taps, changing up the pace and intensity, readying her to take the harder blows. When she bucks against the rope, moving her ass to guide me where she wants the pole, I rear back farther and swat the middle of the cane against her ass. It lands with an audible smack flush against her bottom.
She cries out, and the ropes creak with her spasm.
“Another,” she demands.
My hand tightens around the handle and I deliver a firmer blow to the same spot. Her moan travels right through me, provoking a groan from deep in my throat. I grit my teeth to maintain composure. I’m coming undone right along with her…and I can’t lose control.
“Last stroke,” I say, because truly, I’m going to throw the cane down and fuck her pussy hard and raw if she keeps demanding more.
I make this last one count. Breaking her of the horrific event that claimed her early on is the purpose; not feeding my need. Though the two are happening simultaneously, and can’t be denied. The more trust she gives me, the more I undeniably become hers, and that tethered rope twining us is taut and binding, crushing me with surreal pleasure.
Drawing the cane back, I flick my wrist, sending a loud whack across her ass. She writhes and releases a cry that pangs the hollow of my chest. That’s enough. Enough.
I toss the cane, drop to my knees, and kiss the welts, trying to assuage the pain. My palms slide over her thighs and I feel the wetness dripping from her center. I close my eyes, completely undone.
Standing, I flip her around into a suspended sitting position, then take her face between my hands. Her eyes are closed, her mouth parted, as she gulps deep breaths. I brush her matted hair away from her face, wipe the sweat from her brow.
“Look at me, Sadie.” My voice is shaky with need and fear, but when she opens her eyes, lust and faith mingle there and hold me beyond captive to her.
My lips crush hers in a bruising kiss that steals my breath as I inhale hers, trading oxygen like life force. I push her bound legs apart, opening her up to me, and she kisses me back with desperate want.
“Fuck me. Now.” Her whispered plea is breathed across my lips, sending a fiery current streaking through my blood. I clutch the rope above her hands with one of mine, moving her closer to me as I smooth my other hand over her back to caress the punished skin.
Heat pours through my jeans as her pussy lines up perfectly with me. My cock straining against the rough material, I grind against her clit, giving her the friction she needs to drive her desire higher.
Her moans surround me. Unguarded, sexy, demanding.
I reach into my pocket and bring out my knife before I unsnap my jeans and let them drop to the floor. I kick out of them as I hold her to me, devouring her breathy moans, keeping her focus on me and away from the sharp object. I have no patience left, and I get out, “Please, give me permission to use the knife to free you, goddess.”
I feel her shiver in my arms, but she nods against me. “I need you inside me…I’m aching so badly.”
Fuck, but I’m aching too, goddess. My mouth is on hers again in a second. I settle my painfully hard cock against her heated entrance, her wetness saturating me, as I slide the top of my shaft between her lips. Pure. Fucking. Torture.
A carnal growl rips from my mouth as I reach up and sever the main suspension rope. She falls free, and I brace my hand against her back, guiding her down as her body glides along mine until I’m filling her.
The knife is dropped, the room fades away, and all that exists is her—her tight, warm flesh surrounding me, consuming me. My breath halts, and I can only stare into her eyes as she links her bound arms around my neck and expertly rolls her hips to take all of me.
That’s when I lose all sense and control. I’m her devoted disciple, bent on pleasing her and making her come so hard that I drive her nightmares away forever.
Dark
Sadie
I use my tied wrists as leverage against Colton’s neck, pulling myself up and then lowering down again, working his perfect, erect cock deeper, taking him inside me again and again, my walls clenching around him insatiably.
His heavy breaths sear my skin as his arms pin me to him. Hands clamped to my shoulders, he brings me down harder each time. I arch my back, giving him the perfect angle to drive into me deeper. My sensitized skin flames with every thrust. The pain of the caning stripped me raw, and now I can only see and feel Colton.
I feel as if I’m still in my subspace, never having left the embrace of the ropes. His arms are those ropes now; my comfort, my protection. My strength. His body my shield, deflecting my past and opening me to our future.
“I’m going to fuck you, goddess,” he says between thrusts, his voice guttural and rubbing against me like friction. “I want you to tell me yes…that I fuck you hard…because I can’t hold back.”
His desire for me only intensifies my need for him, and I cling to his shoulders, sinking my nails into his straining muscles. “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, Colton. Fuck me hard and rough.”
Witnessing his loss of control is exhilarating. It chases away the stinging pain still enveloping my body, and fills me with a new sensation I’ve never experienced. Whatever was stolen from me all those years ago in that basement, I’ve been gifted that and more as Colton fills the emptiness.