“Oh god, yes,” I cried when I was nearly there. I didn’t want to bite back the words, or the moans. And I didn’t want to stop my body from writhing against him. I’d kept it locked up all my life, and my only reward for it was this hell, this devil.
God damn it, I just wanted to come. If he was going to make my life a living hell, then I was going to take what pleasure from it I could.
And when I was there, when I’d reached the brink, I didn’t try to stop it. I threw myself over the edge as wave upon wave of depraved pleasure pulsed through me.
“Very good, Pet,” he whispered next to my ear as I came back down.
The intensity of my arousal now past, what I’d done, how I’d spurred it on was like a thousand drops of humiliation all raining down on me in the aftermath.
“Unfortunately, why you’ve kept your pussy to yourself is not the only lie you told, is it?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I sobbed. I really didn’t.
“You said you’ve never let a man play with your pussy. But you let me, didn’t you?” he whispered slyly as he reached for the belt.
I opened my mouth to protest, but remembering the way I’d welcomed his touch, not just now but the last time as well when he’d spanked me, I slammed it closed. But I yanked hard on the restraints at the same time, trying futilely to escape.
He couldn’t do this. He was the one who’d made my body respond like that. I hadn’t wanted it. It wasn’t my fault. And my fault or not, with my body’s arousal sated and my backside still stinging from his belt, this was only going to hurt. Badly.
“Stop. No. Don’t,” I yelled, but it didn’t faze him.
He brought the belt down with another resounding thwack, and the pain radiated down to my toes.
Again, but this time there was something else in the pain, a kindling spark.
One more, and when the lash of fire jerked my hips forward and pressed my clit against the post, I held myself there, feeling the spark burst into a flame. It was depraved and mortifying, but it was also the only way to turn the pain into something else, something even hotter than the fiery sting of my backside.
Two more, and I started to rub wantonly against the post. I couldn’t stop what he was doing to me, but I could use it. I could use my body’s sick pleasure to escape the pain.
He dropped the belt after two more strikes, and when he reached up to the restraints, I thought he was finally finished with me.
But again, I was wrong.
He spun me around until I was facing him and hooked the restraints there. I was breathing heavy, but not out of my mind with arousal, still sane enough that I tried to object when he knelt down in front of me and lifted my foot off the ground. When he lowered it onto his shoulder, I tried to yank it away, but he held it firm. And then he leaned in until he was just a hair’s breadth away.
I could fight him—not that it would amount to anything. I could feel his warm breath on my moist flesh. Did I want to fight him?
As if my body was answering for itself, my hips jerked forward and his mouth pressed against my clit. I could hear him chuckling, but then his tongue flicked across the sensitive nub, and I didn’t care.
He flicked back and forth, fast, and my body started to writhe. I felt the oddest need to touch him—to feel his flesh beneath my fingers, to twine them in his hair and hold him close against my sex. But handcuffed, all I could do was stand there and watch as his mouth did wicked things, flicking, sucking and nipping at me until the world narrowed once more to his mouth and the wildfire he was feeding with everything he did.
When he sent me over the edge this time, I could feel the blissful waves of my orgasm from my fingertips to the tips of my toes.
He looked up at me, his lips glistening, but it wasn’t his lips that caught my attention. It was his eyes. Vivid, blue eyes. Comforting eyes in a man who was anything but a comfort. Why? And why did they seem so god damned familiar?
He stood, and I waited for him to mock me, or touch me, or spank me, or whatever else he had in mind. But he just unshackled me and left. He walked out of the room without a word.
5
Derek
She was beyond exquisite. Hell, I couldn’t put a name to what she was. Her unique response to being touched, to being disciplined was beyond arousing, and it meant she might just be ready for sale a whole lot earlier than I’d expected. The revenge I’d sought, craved, for years, it was within my grasp now. Though she was stubborn, her innate desires and the way she seemed to despise them would help to break her down.