31. Matti
Matti
I gently untie Siena, her quivering body collapsing into my arms. She’s warm and trembling, her breath shallow against my chest. After fucking her to orgasm with my mouth and fingers, I’m as hard as granite, and it takes every ounce of control not to bend her over the chair and take her until we both come apart.
But my girl needs to understand that her actions have consequences, especially when they make it harder for me to protect her. Coming wasn’t her punishment; it was the prelude.
Our location makes this a little more interesting. The room is fully equipped for interrogation—and discipline.
The walls are lined with tie points and shackle brackets. Boxes of chains and metal cuffs sit in one corner, alongside a thick spool of rope. The sharp scent of leather and faint traces of metal linger in the muggy air.
Her jacket slips fully off her arms as I carry her to the wall, setting her down so she’s standing. She wavers, her legs barely able to hold her weight. Her dress is hitched up around her waist, the sleeves hanging off her shoulders.
I unclasp her bra and slide the dress down her legs, leaving her in nothing but her running shoes and damp panties.
Placing my hand firmly between her shoulder blades, I press her forward until she’s bent at the waist, her palms flat against the wall, presenting her ass to me. I growl in approval, my cock twitching in my pants. Fucking gorgeous.
Guiding her hands, I place them on two metal loops bolted to the wall, spreading her arms wide. A gentle tap of my foot on the inside of her ankles urges her to step her legs apart, positioning herself exactly how I want her: open and ready.
“Kind of like when we met up at One Pearl Park Plaza, right, kitten?”
She practically purrs in response, and that sound alone makes me as hard as steel.
I take a moment to admire her. She’s a perfect contradiction: delicate and dangerous. She’s easily a foot shorter than I am, with thick curves that I’m obsessed with. The way her panties cling to her wet pussy ignites something feral in me, the taste of her still in my mouth.
She’s nothing like the stick thin, brittle model types that generally try to attach themselves to me.
She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder, her dark eyes shining beneath the cascade of dark shiny hair.
“What are you going to do?” she whispers, her voice trembling with a mix of nerves and anticipation.
Fuck. Her voice, the way she looks at me, the way she trusts me—I step behind her, grab the waistband of her panties, and rip them apart from top to bottom. Her gasp sends a jolt through me as I toss the shredded fabric aside.
I trail my hand over her ass, firm and slow, while grazing her slick heat with my other hand, moving from her clit up to her back entrance. Her body practically vibrates, and she reflexively pulls away.
“Don’t worry, kitten,” I say with a low chuckle. “I will fuck your ass, but not today. Today is about punishment. And punishment starts with a spanking.”
I move to her side so I can see her face, pleased when her eyes pop open wide. Lifting an eyebrow at her, I unbutton my shirt and peel it off.
“You look surprised. You didn’t think getting your pussy eaten was a punishment, did you?”
She shakes her head quickly, her voice barely audible. “No, I just… I’ve never… I’ve never done this before.”
“What? Never had your pussy eaten before?” I know what she’s referring to, but I like making her uncomfortable, making her say it out loud. After the stunt she pulled in the shower, she needs to learn that she’s not in charge.
Siena blushes and drops her gaze. “Well, I have but not like that, and the other thing, I haven’t done that, no.”
“Eyes on me, Siena,” I snap. “You’re not making sense. Try again.”
Dragging her gaze up to me, her face is bright red. I can see the struggle between wanting to please me and wanting to tell me to fuck off. I love every minute of it.
She swipes her tongue over her bottom lip. “I’ve never come when someone went down on me.”
“Before today, you mean,” I correct her. “Before I ate your pussy. Say it.”
She nods shyly. “You are the only one who has ever made me come by eating my pussy.”
My cock pulses. Fuck .
“And I’ve never been… spanked.”
I give a short nod, working to keep the satisfaction off my face. The fact that I’m the first to introduce her body to the pleasure that pain can bring when it’s clear that pain is a huge turn-on for her makes me want to draw this out a little bit more than I had originally planned.
“Then we’ll start slow,” I say. “With my hand.”
Her eyes widen. “Start?”
“Yes. You’ll be spanked in preparation, and after that, we’ll move to the belt.
This isn’t just about putting marks on your skin, kitten.
” I lean in close, sinking my teeth into her earlobe until she whimpers.
“It’s about me marking your soul, teaching you a lesson that you’ll remember every time you think about running from me. ”
I move behind her and rub my palm over her ass, the warmth of her skin electric under my touch. Pulling back, I bring my hand down hard, the sharp crack echoing through the room.
She yelps, her body jerking forward before she steadies herself, pushing her ass back toward me to balance herself. I press my palm onto the spot where I just made contact and rub gently.
“That’s one. Five more to go,” I say, my voice low and steady.
I alternate cheeks, spanking her hard enough to leave my handprints etched into her skin. Each strike pulls a gasp from her lips, her body vibrating with tension, my cock hardening more with each slap.
By the time I’m done, her ass is a deep red, her breathing ragged. Her dilated pupils lock onto mine, her gaze flicking to my belt as I unbuckle it.
“Are you ready for this?” I ask, sliding the leather free with a soft hiss .
I press two fingertips just inside her wet entrance. She nods.
“Siena,” I say sternly and pause. She’s dripping wet, but she needs to say the words.
Her voice rasps out, barely above a whisper. “Yes, I’m ready.”
“Good girl,” I murmur, thrusting my fingers deeper. Her moans spur me on, but I keep my voice firm. “Six lashes, kitten. After each one, I want you to respond. If it’s too much, say so. If not, thank me. Understand?”
Her eyes are half closed, and I’m not sure that she heard me, as she pushes back against my hand, fucking herself on my fingers. I sigh. “Response is not optional, Siena.”
Her breath hitches, pushing back against my hand, but she nods again. “Yes. I’ll thank you.”
I pull my fingers out and step to her side so I can watch her face. When I position the belt against her skin, she braces herself. I let her feel its weight before I pull back and strike. The sound is sharp, and her cry is almost feral, her body trembling as she processes the sting.
“Siena…”
“Thank you,” she breathes, her voice shaky, almost shocked.
I press my hand to the welt, soothing the skin, then touch her gently just above it. “Next one goes here.”
She nods, and I bring the belt down across her ass again, a stark white stripe appearing across both cheeks that instantly starts to turn pink.
Her cry is almost animalistic, and she starts to shake. I watch her carefully as she processes the pain, but when I slide a finger inside her, her pussy walls pulse and clench around me. It’s a lot, but it’s not too much.
Her breath catches as she says again, just barely loud enough to be heard, “Thank you. ”
“Are you about to come, kitten?” I ask, pushing a second and then a third finger inside her, pumping slowly in and out of her throbbing pussy. My hard cock is about to burst out of my pants.
“Yes,” she gasps, writhing against my hand, her body begging for release.
“Not yet,” I growl. “You don’t come until I say so. Repeat what I just said, Siena.”
“I can’t come,” she moans, arching her back and bouncing her pussy on my fingers. “I can’t come.”
My breathing kicks into high gear, and I clench my teeth. I can feel myself starting to lose control. The edges of my vision start to go cloudy as my dick takes over. All I want to do is tear into her, fuck her senseless, come on her, inside her, make her scream, mark her as mine.
Because she is fucking mine.
I press my hand into her ass, digging in my fingertips hard, bruising her, until she moans. I can’t punish her when I’m like this or I’ll hurt her. And she’s not ready to be hurt like that. Not yet.
“You’re being such a good girl, kitten.” My voice is low, raspy. I barely recognize myself. “Just one more, Siena. You’ve done so well.”
“One more,” she breathes, groaning as I pull my fingers out of her.
I lay my hand on her ass. “Here next.” Then I bring the belt down hard.
Her skin goes white and then red as another stripe appears. Her “thank you” comes out as a scream, and as her body shakes, my cock strains against my pants.
“Fuck, your ass is so beautiful with my markings on it. You take my spankings so well. Such a good fucking girl,” I murmur admiringly.
I leave her, trembling with sweat dripping off her, to pull four shackles out of a box in the corner. The metal cuffs clang against the chains and the concrete floor, and she turns to watch me, her mouth open, her round tits hanging down, heaving with each breath.
I clamp the first cuff to her wrist and then attach it to the metal ring in the wall that she’s been holding onto, forcing her to let go, then do the same for the other wrist.
“Hold on to the chain. Do not hold on to the ring on the wall,” I order.
She grunts and follows my direction, the full weight of her upper body on the cuffs now, causing them to cut into her wrists.
The last two cuffs I use to shackle her ankles. I attach those to metal rings embedded in the floor, forcing her to spread her legs so wide that she can no longer reach the rings on the wall if she wanted to.