“For the rest of the weekend, you’re going to obey my every word. I’m going to make you beg, scream, and tremble under my lash. I have no doubt that you’re going to enjoy every moment of it. Come, it’s time I introduced you to what it means to be truly punished, little girl.”
She shivered as he took her hand and led her out of the kitchen. They walked up a flight of stairs, passing a few closed doorways that left her guessing what was behind them. At the end of the hall, he twisted the doorknob. As he allowed the door to swing open slowly, she saw a massive four-poster bed. He led her inside and guided her trembling body to a soft carpet in the center of the room.
The room was decorated with shades of gray and black, giving it a decidedly masculine feel. She noticed certain things about the room, such as small metal rings on the posts of the bed, as well as a mirror on the ceiling above the bed. On top of the bulky quilt lay a pile of red and green rope. Her mouth went dry.
His fingers traced along her throat and gently gripped the satin of her robe at her shoulders. She shivered as he pulled the fabric from her skin and once again, she was naked. Her thighs quivered with anticipation.
“Get down on your knees, palms on your thighs.”
Quickly, she obeyed. The carpet was plush underneath her and she sighed softly with relief. Sitting on her heels, she was exceedingly aware of the large plug still deep in her ass. She didn’t dare look, but heard him opening a drawer behind her.
“Lift your hair up so that your neck is free, pretty one.”
Once her throat was clear, he walked around her and presented her with a thick red ribbon braided with a holiday-themed green satin.
“With this play collar, you will become my submissive and I, your dominant for this weekend. Do you accept, Raina?”
“Yes, sir, please,” she nodded, her core throbbing with intense need.
He knelt in front of her and threaded the satin around her throat. She met his eyes and saw him smile with pride.
“Good girl. Now, climb up on the bed. That naughty backside of yours needs to be spanked red to match that Christmas collar. Then, maybe if you behave, I’ll reward you with a good hard fucking. Would you like that?”
He offered her a hand and brought her over to the bed. He piled a few pillows in the center. Without being told, she climbed atop the bed and adjusted her hips over them. Her bottom felt impossibly high and incredibly vulnerable. All of her muscles tightened with expectation.
He draped a blindfold over her eyes and she could see no more. His rough hands grasped her ankles, twisting soft rope around her skin to bind her. Next, he bound her wrists to the bedposts and she sighed as he fully restrained her. Her legs spread and her arms taut over her head, there would be no escape. She was completely under his control and she loved it.
Hearing the sound of leather swish through the air, she jumped when soft leather thongs caressed against her skin.
“Ever been flogged before, little one?”
The tresses dragged across her skin, twirling around and stroking her inner thighs. The tails lifted off her flesh and smacked lightly against her pussy. As she moaned with need, her hips arched of their own accord.
The floggers began to pick up speed as Eliot whipped them around into a steady cadence. Initially, the tails of the leather stung, but quickly turned into something that felt more like pleasure than pain. Her body melted into the implement’s touch, turning her insides into a submissive pile of jelly. With a heavy stroke, he caught the lower curves of her buttocks and she cried out at the thuddy ache. Her back arched as a groan escaped her lips.
“Look at you. Wrapped up like a Christmas present in red and green rope, and painted with pink stripes from my lash.”
Wanting so much more, a needy cry broke free from her lips. “Please, sir!”
She heard and felt a thud next to her head, which had to be the flogger because the next moment he fisted his hand within her long locks at the nape of her neck. Pulling back harshly, he growled low and she whined with surprise. The back of her head burned, yet she loved it. Her body responded with a violent, lusty intensity and goosebumps rose all over her flesh.
Instantly, she felt every bone in her body yield to him, wanting to please him in every way. She would never have imagined such a thing happening with her boss, but she wouldn’t change a thing.
His heavy palm smacked one side of her ass, followed by the other. He spanked her hard, again and again until her hips began to wriggle a bit. He pulled her hair harder and she stilled, knowing he expected better of her
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Spanking all over her bottom, he held her firm. He left not one inch unattended to, including the tops of her thighs. She cried out from the sting as he punished every sensitive inch of her skin. Within a few breaths, the pain morphed into wild passion and she moaned with a wanton need. She wanted more, needed more.
“Please, sir,” she begged.
He paused, dragging his fingers down the hotness of her ass and into the cleft between her thighs. He pushed the plug deeper inside and she groaned. She squirmed as he discovered how aroused she was, gliding across her folds with incredible ease. His palm smacked against her pussy and she whimpered.
Again, he spanked her wet folds and she cried out at the sting and flushed at the damp sound that met her ears. Despite the ache in her skin, she began to feel something else she could only identify as pure unbridled passion.
“Bad girls get their pussy spanked.”
He smacked her there a bit harder and she groaned with her need. Arching her hips, she tried to beg him with her body. Hoping he would grant her some semblance of release, she trembled as she waited.