Chapter 10 #2
He was sure the answer was no. He’d deliberately made sure he hadn’t applied too much weight, knowing she wouldn’t have been used to the treatment, yet still, for some illogical reason, he was bound to ask.
It was as though they had taken a soul pact, guaranteeing that he cared for her every need, though Kronos had promised no such thing.
“I suppose not, Master.” She sniffed back the reply.
“You are sulking.” He smiled at the observation. “Which might only aggravate me further.”
Her clipped tone more than conveyed her umbrage, but rather than rile him, he found her surly performance improbably exciting. She was surrendering, giving him what he wanted, and it was only day one. However they were achieving it, that in itself was miraculous.
“You have no reason to be aggravated, Master.” She shifted her weight between her knees and palms, the first tell-tale sign that the position was becoming hard to bear. “I am the one down here being used as furniture.”
“Such enticing furniture, though,” he purred, reaching down with his crop and tapping the curve of her magnificent ass.
She tensed at the soft strike, twisting to try and see what was touching her.
“No.” His command was firm, but he suspected his smile had revealed his true intentions. “Back into position.”
“But…” She arched her back and stretched her neck, almost throwing his feet off altogether. “I can’t stay like this.”
“You shall stay until I tell you otherwise.”
He switched the crop to the other cheek, decorating it with the same goading taps he’d bestowed upon the first. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to create a sensation that would rival the weight of his ankles; a distraction from her predicament.
“And you’re not leaving until you’ve recited my rules for me.” He ran his tongue over his lips, absurdly pleased with his devious intentions.
He hadn’t planned to conjure the crop and assess her learning in real time, but watching the way she responded to its tongue convinced him that it was his best idea yet. Her breaths were labored again, her hips increasingly restless as the crop worked.
“Open your legs wider,” he growled, straightening to get a better view as she complied.
Grappling to control her breathing, she did just that, inching her knees wider while still acting as his footrest on the floor.
“Very good.” He shifted the crop between her legs, intentionally flicking it at her exposed pussy.
She yelped, gasping at the initial smacks, yet quickly settling into the new rhythm. Tap, tap, tap, went the tongue, hard enough to illicit a sliver of pain, yet soft enough, he hoped, to help her brain interpret the sensation as pleasure.
His cock throbbed enthusiastically at the thought, desperate to replace the crop’s tongue and delve between her cheeks.
“Impress me, then,” he demanded, speeding up the frequency of the taps a fraction. “What is rule one?”
He’d ensure she knew those four rules inside out.
“But,” she protested. “I can’t think when you do that, Master.”
“Do what?” he asked, feigning innocence. “This?”
He sped up the crop’s cadence again, lowering it slightly until she moaned.
“Oh, God.” Her head rose at her escalating desire. “Please.”
“Rule. One.” He punctuated each word with a much harder swat to each cheek, his balls tightening as her gasp filled his parlor.
“I will obey you, Master.” She gave the right answer, her eyes closed as her head fell.
“Correct,” he confirmed, sliding the crop back where she so clearly wanted it. “Rule one is that you will obey me.”
“Yes.” She groaned, revealing how she felt about the crop’s new location and intensity.
He liked the spontaneous game he’d created, reveling in the power he had over her in the moment, but also gratified at how much she was enjoying the test. As if her body sought to reassure him on that last point, the sound of her arousal echoed around them every time the tongue connected with her delicious cunt, cementing how perfect she was.
A woman who would kneel and relish her punishment was one thing. But one who could learn to adapt and obey so quickly, even in spite of her objections, was something else entirely. Centuries had proved there was no one else like her.
“And rule two, little one? Show me you’ve been paying attention.”
“We both have our roles, Master.” Her reply was little more than a breathy pant. “You look after me, and I serve you.”
There was no hesitation from her that time, her back arching even further to receive more of the crop’s focus.
“Excellent.” He lifted one and then the other foot from her bare skin, planting them both on the rug beneath her so he could pay closer attention to her pleasure.
Even though he knew he should have been teaching her a lesson, there was suddenly nothing more important in his world than winding her up into a tightly furled knot and then watching her come undone. “And rule three?”
“Master.” She sounded so close to the edge. “Will you please let me come?”
“This is your thinking time.”
He shook his head, not only at her audacity for demanding pleasure during the penance, but also at his own folly for instigating it. The stern dictator he had once been was lost in the whirlwind of Kristina, striving to impose himself in the frenzy of all her delectable distractions.
“I know, but please!” Her lips parted. “I know your rules now. I promise.”
“Tell me, then. Rule three.” He kept up the crop’s pace, shifting closer to her backside to enjoy the view. The next few moments pivoted on not only her recollection, but also the implication of his third rule. “It’s an important one, Kristina. Do not disappoint.”