Chapter 20 – Elias #2
The crop whips across my chest, and I gasp, not expecting the sting.
But fuck it felt good.
Sage clutches my chin. “Good boy. ”
She leans in and presses a soft kiss to my lips.
I finally get a good look at her.
Jesus Christ, she’s wearing nothing but her pumps and a black bustier with a matching G-string and tights.
I’d been too distracted when she turned on the light after I had frantically searched for her because I certainly would have noticed the outfit. She must have been wearing a robe, covering up this delectable body of hers.
The crop strikes my thighs, and she makes sure to avoid hitting my healing bullet wound. Not that it matters. I’ll gladly welcome the pain.
“No touching,” she says, and I realize I had lifted my hands.
I desperately want to touch her.
Sage walks around me, her fingertips skimming across my back and sending a shiver down my spine. My cock aches, pressing against my zipper and begging for release.
When she makes it back around to my front, she viciously takes hold of my hair and jerks my head back to lock eyes with me.
“I want you to stand and finish undressing, then go into the bedroom and wait for me on your knees, palms flat on your thighs. Can you do that, Mister Carter?”
I clench my jaw at the formality. I’m Elias or Boss. Not Mister Carter.
But I say nothing because Sage is the one in control here.
“Yes, Madam Manilow. ”
She smirks at me remembering the name she goes by on that stupid Dom app and lets go of my hair.
“You’re doing such a good job, Elias,” she purrs.
I’m not going to lie… the praise and validation chips away at my trauma ever so slightly. It’s as if she’s healing the parts of my past where I was left to fend for myself, physically and mentally. Piece by piece, patching up the holes from losing my mother and my brother when he was sent away.
Maybe one day Sage will make me whole again.
I ’ve been waiting in the bedroom for an hour.
I know Sage is still in the penthouse. She’s blasting music in the living room and singing at the top of her lungs.
She’s fucking with me.
God, why does that turn me on even more?
I don’t even care that my entire body aches. My feet have gone numb. My lower back screams with pain. I’m no longer young and limber. This thirty-six-year-old body of mine has been through shit. It’s damaged and used.
But I’ll endure the pain for her, for however long she wants to leave me here—my punishment .
When the music finally shuts off thirty minutes later, and I’m struggling to stay upright, a burst of adrenaline erupts within me.
Sage enters the bedroom, and I manage to get a glimpse of her.
She’s carrying a can of whipped cream, the riding crop, and something else that I couldn’t make out in time before averting my eyes to the ground.
“Someone’s excited,” she teases, likely seeing my cock harden. Because I hope she’s going to use that whipped cream on me. “Get up. Sit at the end of the bed.”
Everything inside me wants to fight her for control, but I’ve made it this far, I can’t go back.
I’m not only doing this for her, but I’m also doing it for me. This is my chance to let go of the horrible things that have happened to me. To let someone else carry those burdens.
After setting the riding crop and whipped cream down on my dresser, she stands before me and holds up a blindfold.
“I’m going to put this on you now, okay?”
“Yes, Madam Manilow,” I say, stifling a moan.
“You’ve been so patient, Elias,” she says while putting the blindfold on me. Her warm breath on my lips makes me shiver. “And patient men get rewarded.”
The bed beside me dips, and I feel Sage at my back. She reaches for my arms, and I let her bring them behind where she binds them .
“I for sure thought you would give up,” she says, crawling back off the bed. “You’re a reactive man. You don’t take orders well, and I know that’s because of how you grew up.”
I hold my breath, realizing the lesson she gave me.
It wasn’t punishment. It was a test.
“You don’t let people get close to you, and you hold in your feelings. I understand that. I do. But you’ve grown so much since we’ve met. You’ve shared your life with me, and I’m honored.”
The woosh of the whipped cream sounds, followed by a cold sensation on my chest… right over one of my scars.
“But you have to accept that you can’t always be in control. That you don’t always have to be the hero. Sometimes you can let other people take care of you. That’s exactly what I’m going to do tonight,” Sage says.
Her tongue laps up the dollop of whipped cream and I shudder, tugging at my bound hands. Precum leaks from my cock, and I can’t help the moan that slips past my lips.
“Oh, Boss,” Sage purrs. “Be loud for me. Don’t hold back. Let me hear how well I fuck you tonight.”
Sage’s mouth closes over the tip of my dick, and I whimper for her. She wraps her hands around the shaft and massages while her tongue lashes over me. She takes me deeper, her hands moving to cup my balls. She grips them roughly while sucking me down to the back of her throat.
“Fuck, Sage,” I moan .
She immediately slips my cock from her mouth and stands.
“Now, Elias, you know that’s not what you’re supposed to call me,” she scolds.
Seconds later, the riding crop crashes down on my thighs—again, she’s careful to avoid my injury.
I’ve never been into BDSM, even if what Sage is doing is just a sample of it. Being spanked or whipped never appealed to me because I endured too many beatings as a child.
But this is different. Sage is giving me pleasure with my pain.
She’s taking away the horrible memories of being cut and bruised and replacing them with her mouth, her hands, her beautiful cunt.
Sage shakes the can of whipped cream and places dollops of the cool sweet topping on my neck, my pec, my stomach, and my cock.
Slowly, she flattens her tongue and laps up each spot.
When she gets to the one on my cock, I’m ready to burst.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Please, what, Elias?”
“Please, I need to come.”
“You’ll come when I allow it,” she says and takes my length down her throat.
I fist my hands, still bound behind my back, and bite my lip. Doing everything I can to stop myself from blowing my load down Sage’s throat. She sucks me, slowly, barely putting pressure around my shaft.
She brings me to the brink of orgasm then releases me, replacing her mouth with her hands.
She fists my cock while her lips graze over mine. She’s barely squeezing it because she knows how close I am.
“Tell me again. Tell me you fucked up, and you’re sorry.”
“I’m an asshole. I fucked up. I’ll never do it again. I’m sorry, Madam Manilow.”
She releases my cock, and I nearly growl in frustration.
“Get on the bed, back to the headboard.”
It takes some time since I can’t see or use my hands, but once I’m in place, Sage mounts my lap. She grabs my achingly hard cock and presses the tip to her soaked opening.
“Remember, no coming until I say so.” It’s the only warning I get before she sinks down to the hilt.
My moan is loud enough to echo throughout the room.
“Mhm,” Sage hums. “So good, Elias.”
She lifts up and sinks back down, using my shoulders as leverage.
Not being able to see her, touch her, squeeze her plump ass, is torture in itself. It’s the punishment I deserve.
But it’s exactly what I needed. I know it’s what Sage needed, too, because her sweet pussy is already squeezing my cock as she approaches her release .
She’s got a good rhythm going, riding me while clawing her nails into my shoulders.
“Fuck,” she groans. “I’m going to come.”
Sage takes my head in her hands and crashes her lips on mine. I open my mouth for her, allowing her tongue to tangle with mine.
And when I bite down, gripping her bottom lip between my teeth, she explodes with an orgasm.
Her walls spasm around me, bringing me to my release. I spill inside her.
She sits in my lap, my cock still inside her, while catching her breath. After a few minutes, she gets up, hissing when I slide out of her.
She takes the blindfold off and unties the binds of my hands.
“Apology accepted?” I ask, reaching between her legs to push the cum leaking out of her back in.
She smirks.
“I forgave you the moment you sank to your knees.”