“Yes.”
I grunted, a big twitch in my cock. “Thank you, Mistress.”
The rope wrapped around my ankles, and then they were sprawled and tied immobile. She told me to move. I found it too hard to even shift on my knees.
She hovered around the bed, testing my restraints until she was satisfied. Her hair slid across my face as she bent to stare me in the eye, the whip in her fist. “We never played with a safeword. I think it’s time to choose one.”
My heart thrashed, but I shook my head. “I trust you.”
“It has nothing to do with trust.” She glided the back of the whip on my face. “Only pain.”
If anyone knew anything about inflicting pain and what it did to people, how it brought the strongest of men to their knees, it would be me. And I wasn’t by any chance a sadist. Now I was under the mercy of one, already on my knees, about to take all kinds of pain. By her.
For her.
Without thinking, the word fell of my tongue. “Annie.”
Her head jerked back. A flicker of emotion twitched in her eyes when she heard her sister’s name, but she smothered it the next instant with a clench to her jaws. “Annie it is.”
Was it the right move to remind her of the one person she loved the most? The sister the Night Skulls kidnapped, raped and killed? Or a fucking mistake I was about to pay for?
The answer came heavy on my back. Three lashes that made me rattle the cuff chains.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked, standing behind me.
The burn on my back hardened my cock. “Yes. Please.”
“What if someone walks in or hears us? I know you have a different persona here. You’re the one who tortures people not the other way around.”
I hadn’t thought about that. Come to think of it, it didn’t really matter. I was still a Night Skull for one reason only. I didn’t give a fuck about the way my brothers thought of me. “Not that I care, but I already locked the door. Owl is the only one allowed here anyway, and I wouldn’t risk even him seeing you while we…”
“Fucked?”
That was what I was about to say. I didn’t want her to think I was pushing her, though.
The whip swatted my feet. “I asked you a question.”
I bit my lip on a groan. “Yes. I don’t want anyone to see you while we fuck.”
“Everyone does it in public here. Have you ever done that?”
I stared at the headboard. “Yes.”
“You like it?”
“That was a long time ago.”
Another swat seared my soles. Then the bed creaked, and I felt her weight on top of me from behind. She dropped the whip next to me and dug her fingers in my hair, yanking my head hard. “You like it?”
I swallowed, glancing up at her, as sweat trickled down my forehead and pre-cum leaked out of my cock. “I used to like to be watched, yes. But I’d never let anyone watch me with you.”
“You’d kill anyone who watched me naked, wouldn’t you?”
Her fucking rasp and the stare in her eyes were killing me. I’d nut on the bed like a school boy any time now. “Damn right I would. I’d kill any fucker who did as much as picture you naked or fantasize about your pussy.”
She lowered her head to mine. Our foreheads touched, her hair all over me. My breath accelerated when she swiped her thumb across my mouth. Then her lips came so close to mine, melting me with their heat.
I reached for a kiss, but as soon as my lips touched hers, she held my lower lip between her teeth and bit me. I moaned, my every muscle tensing up. Then I moaned louder and louder until she stopped biting me.