Tears streak down my cheeks. I wish I could wipe them away, but my hands still hold the trays. I struggle to play Mr. North’s game as best as I can. My flesh hums, and my senses heighten. He steps back and then flogs me. The black leather flogger kisses my skin, and goosebumps rise everywhere it touches. He doesn't hit me any harder than he already has. My skin is alight with fire where the pins used to be. I barely lower the tray on my left hand. Before I know it, the champagne tips and crashes. I attempt to compensate for catching it, not remembering I am holding another tray in my right hand, I lose both trays, and they spill to the floor, crashing. The sound is ear-splitting, cutting not only the silence of the restaurant but also my ego.
I’ve ruined everything. It’s over for me now. I wasn’t able to win the game. Despair consumes me. “I’m sorry, Mr. North. Please. Forgive me. I can do better.” I bend over to retrieve the mess. The fallen glasses are still intact, so at least I don’t have broken glass to clean.
Mr. North is on me so fast that I don't even realize I'm thrust upon the table until my face is almost in his salad plate. He has my hair by the nape. To begin with, it's not very long, but he has a vise grip on me, and I can't get out.
“I told you not to drop the fucking trays. You can't even do a simple fucking task. I thought you said you could handle this?”
“I can, Sir. Please, give me another chance. Mr. North. I can be a good girl.”
“Stay put,” he growls through his teeth.
I hear his belt unbuckle.Oh my God, he's going to fuck me. I get lost in the realization that I want Mr. North. All of him. No man has set rules and expectations with me and kept his word before this. The anticipation of fucking him has me squeezing my thighs together. The expectation and anticipation of fucking Mr. North is the sweetest thing I have felt all year. I think I hear the deafening collapsing of a tree in the middle of winter as it splinters apart. That’s how my brain interprets it until I feel the pain. But it isn’t a tree cracking apart. Instead, it is my ass as his belt connects with my flesh. He hits my rear again. The sounds register differently each time he hits a new location on my skin. Lightning striking the ground. A window breaking. A ship cracked in half out at sea against the waves, powerless like me.
“Please,” I beg, although I don't know what I'm pleading for because I know myself better than that. And I know that I will finish this no matter the cost, even getting punished for finishing the way I thought I could, even if it kills me, even if that's dramatic.
Mr. North belts me fifteen times before I'm openly crying, weeping. The beatings from all of Mom’s seasonal boyfriends has likely prepared me to endure more pain than this. But, at least with Mr. North, there is a reason and a reward. I feel broken spiritually, but not in the way one would think. It’s like he's released me from all of my inner demons. I don't have to pretend anymore. I can justbehere in this moment. He has freed me.
I realize that I haven’t thought about Charlotte voluntarily since Mr. North walked into the room for the first time. But, I know I’ve never desired a man as much as Mr. North. I want him just as badly as I’ve wanted Charlotte. It is as if he is consuming more and more of me as the seconds tick past. I’m tumbling down the rabbit hole and can’t stop myself.
“That's a good girl. Tell me what you want, Kitten.”
“Yes, please. I want you,” is all I can muster. My mind is racing, cluttered with only Mr. North and Charlotte. I wonder what it would be like to have them both?
“Do you want me to fuck you? My dirty little stray?”
“Oh yes, Mr. North.”
“Tell me,” he demands, his voice impossibly low and husky.
“I want you to fuck me, Mr. North.”
“Be a little more creative with your requests, Kitten.”
“I want you to fill me up with your cock, Mr. North.”
“Where do you want me to fuck you?” He asks.
“Fuck my wet pussy. Please, Sir.” I'm still weeping, but being freed like this feels good.
His breath catches, “I’ve never done this with a trainee. I know we agreed that we wouldn’t fuck each other. But you’ve done something to me. Even if it isn’t permanent, I think you feel this energy between us, Ella?”
I moan in response, “Yes, I do. I feel you, Mr. North.”
His hand strokes my ass, the fire still tingling my cheeks. “Do you want me to fill you up with my cream, Kitten?”
“Yes, Mr. North.” My crying being the only sound in the room, wears me down. I need him to fill me up with his cock, and then his come.
Chapter 16
It takes only a moment before I hear the rustling of pants, the ghost of a whisper, as they hit the floor. Mr. North doesn't ask anything else. He does not warn me as he slams into me so abruptly that I choke on my saliva, coughing on my gasp. I’m not sure why I never imagined him being huge. I expected him to be small. He has all the money and good looks. I mean, he can't have everything, can he? Luckily for me, he's just as big as one would fantasize. Even bigger. His cock is as thick as any cock hungry girl would wish. Mr. North is not lacking in any department unless you’re looking for sweet words and cuddles.
He pulverizes my pussy, shattering each breath out of my lungs. I’m hiccuping gasps. The sensation of him filling me up and slamming against my ass after the belting has me on sensation overload.
His loud voice startles me, “You tell me when you’re ready to come. You ask for my permission. You don't get to come unless I let you.”
This information is new to me. “Mr. North, I'm ready to come now.”
“Ask me nicely.”