Chapter 7 #2
With his help, I straighten, wincing and whimpering pathetically as the movement pulls at my abused flesh. My legs are shaking so badly I'm still not sure they'll support me, but he steadies me with a firm grasp on my arm.
"Look at me," he commands.
I raise my teary eyes to meet his, expecting to see anger or disappointment. Instead, there's a hint of approval in his gaze that makes my stomach flutter.
"You took that well," he says. "But next time, you'll obey immediately. Understood?"
I nod quickly. "Yes, Sir. I understand." My voice warbles, and a hiccup escapes.
Then, much to my surprise, he cups my face in hands that are almost tender. "Good girl," he murmurs. “You look so gorgeous like this.”
I do? Man needs his eyes tested. I know I’m not a pretty crier.
But I don’t have the time to think anything else before he possesses my lips in a bruising kiss.
His tongue invades my mouth, demanding and possessive.
I mewl against his lips, my body responding, leaning into him eagerly despite the lingering hurt.
His hands roam my nakedness, squeezing and kneading as if to soothe the welts he just inflicted.
I melt into his embrace, craving his touch even as my mind reels from the whiplash of his shifting moods. One moment he's punishing me brutally, the next he's praising and caressing me. It's dizzying, and I find myself clinging to him for stability.
He breaks the kiss, leaving me gasping. “Get on the bed," he growls, giving me a gentle push. "On your back, legs spread."
I comply immediately, not daring to hesitate this time.
The mattress might be form-adjusting memory foam, and the sheets might be expensive Egyptian cotton, but neither alleviates the pain in my ass - the literal one, not the figurative one - as my tender skin ignites once more when I position myself until I’m wantonly splayed out for his viewing pleasure.
My cheeks burn with a mixture of shame and arousal as his hungry leer rakes over me.
He sheds his clothes efficiently, revealing his muscular form.
His body is superb, just as I expected. I stifle a gasp at the glimpse of his erect cock, remembering how it felt inside me earlier.
A shiver of anticipation runs through me as he approaches the bed.
Despite the stinging bite of my punishment, I can feel heat pooling between my thighs.
What's wrong with me? I should be terrified, not aroused.
He kneels on the bed between my spread legs, his hands skimming up my inner thighs. I bite my lip to stifle a moan as his fingers brush teasingly close to my center.
"So wet already," he murmurs, a note of approval in his voice. "Such an eager little slut."
I want to protest, to deny it, but my body betrays me. My hips buck involuntarily as he slides a finger through my folds.
"Please," I whimper, though I'm not sure if I'm begging him to stop or continue.
He smirks, clearly enjoying my conflicted response. "Please what, pet? Use your words."
But it's no good, I can't voice my confused desires.
He quirks an eyebrow. "If you can't ask for what you want, I'll have to decide for you," he warns. “I never did get dessert…”
Without further preamble, he dives between my legs, his tongue lapping eagerly at my folds. I gasp and arch off the bed, overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of sensation on my already oversensitive sex. His mouth is relentless, licking and sucking all those sensitized areas.
I writhe beneath him, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. My hands fist in the sheets as the orgasm builds rapidly, coiling tight in my core. He slides two fingers inside me, curling them expertly as his tongue focuses on my clit.
"Oh god," I moan, unable to hold back the sounds of my climax. My hips buck against his face of their own accord.
He growls approvingly, the vibrations sending shockwaves through me. I'm climbing higher and higher, racing towards the peak. Just as I'm about to topple over the edge, he pulls back suddenly.
I whine at the loss, my body aching for release. "Please," I beg shamelessly. "Please, I need..."
"What do you need?" he asks silkily, like he knows he's won. "Tell me."
I squeeze my eyes shut, face burning with humiliation and swallow hard, the words sticking in my throat. "I need... I need to come. Please, Sir."
His eyes flash with triumph. "Good girl. But I think you can do better than that. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."
My face burns hotter, if that's even possible. I've never had to say these things out loud before. But the ache between my legs overrides my embarrassment.
"I want your mouth on me again," I whisper. "Your tongue on my clit. Your fingers inside me. Please make me come, Sir."
He grins wickedly. "As you wish."
Diving back between my thighs, his tongue and fingers work in tandem to bring me right back to the edge. I'm trembling, so close to release. My hips buck wildly against his face as I chase my climax.
"Come for me," he growls against my sex. "Now."
The command pushes me over, and I shatter, crying out as waves of fulfilment crash over me.
My body convulses, clenching around his fingers as he works me through another climax.
In all my life, I’ve never experienced a sexual encounter as intense as this one.
I didn’t even think I could orgasm this many times.
In the past, it’s always been one and done…
if I’m even lucky enough to get one, that is.
Before I can fully recover, he rears up, folding my knees crudely to my shoulders, his hard length pressing insistently against my entrance.
I gasp as he pushes inside, stretching me deliciously, watching closely as he buries his cock in me.
The overstimulation makes me whimper, my body still too sensitive, and I close my eyes, not wanting to think about any of it.
I should have known he wouldn’t allow it.
"Look at me," he commands, and I force my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze as he starts to move.
Each thrust delivers shockwaves of pleasure-pain throughout my being. I'm caught between wanting to shy away from the overwhelming sensations and craving more. My hands scrabble at his back, nails digging into his skin.
"That's it," he growls. "Take it all, like the good little slut you are."
His words ignite something primal in me I can scarcely comprehend since they're so demanding and derogatory.
Do I have a secret shame kink? Whatever it is, I tilt my hips up to meet his thrusts, as he grips my knees to give himself more traction.
The angle changes and I cry out as he hits a spot deep inside that makes me see stars.
"Please," I moan, not even sure what I'm pleading for. More? Less? An end to this exquisite torment?
He picks up the pace, pounding into me relentlessly. I can feel another orgasm building, impossibly soon after the first. My body feels like a live wire, every nerve ending alight with sensation.
"You're going to come for me again," he declares, his hips snapping as he plows into me.
I shake my head, overwhelmed. "I can't," I gasp out. "It's too much."
He chuckles darkly. "Oh, you can and you will." His hand snakes between us, fingers finding my oversensitive clit. I jerk at the contact, a strangled sob escaping my lips.
"Oh god," I whimper as my body betrays me, my hips bucking into his touch even as I try to squirm away.
"Come for me," he commands. "Now."
As if my body is conditioned to obey him, I shatter. The orgasm crashes over me in waves, more intense than the first. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as my inner walls clench around him.
"Arghhh!" It’s painful, but it hurts so good.
He groans, his rhythm faltering as he chases his own release. With a guttural groan, he buries himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he comes.
I lay there, dragging in great draughts of breath, my body shaking with aftershocks, and he collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. For a moment, we're both silent except for our ragged breathing.
Eventually he rolls away, flopping onto his back beside me. I wince as the movement jostles my sore backside. The stark discomfort from the caning comes rushing back now that the endorphins are fading.
I turn my head to look at him, studying his profile. His eyes are closed, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. I'm struck by how handsome he is, all chiseled jawline and sharp cheekbones. It's unfair that someone so cruel can be so attractive.
"That was...” I pause, not sure what to say. My mind is still reeling from everything that's happened.
He chuckles, opening his eyes to look at me, reaching out to caress my cheek, the gesture almost tender, confusing me all over again.
"Oh darlin’, we're just getting started," he says, and I don't know if it’s a threat or a promise.
I don't know why I expected to be sleeping somewhere else. Somewhere other than with Sir in his great, big bed. But I did.
Sleeping together; allowing yourself to be that vulnerable... Well, it's another kind of intimacy, isn't it?
And it's the first time I've actually spent the night with a man. Not that I'm admitting that to him.
"I want easy access, day and night." He told me when I asked. "You'll sleep naked, as will I."
Didn't expect that, either.
"Of course, Sir."
"You can retire whenever you wish," he tells me, so I decide right now is a good time. Not sure what else I’d do. And it gives me the chance to shower and have some time to myself to regain my equilibrium.
I also tap out a text to my mom.
'Hi Mom. The new job is going well. The boss seems happy so far. Miss you, but three weeks will go by in a flash.'
After everything that's occurred, I expected to fall asleep the moment my head hits the pillow. I'm certainly exhausted enough.
But it doesn't happen.
"Oh, come on..." I mutter into the pillow.
When Sir comes to bed, it just gets worse. His every movement has me jumpy, until eventually, he clamps a hand on my hip.
"Stop fidgeting."
Easy for him to say.
"Go to sleep. You're going to need your rest."
I try not to flinch when he leans close to my ear.
"You're quite safe Juno... for now."
Not helping.
And yet at some point in the night, sleep takes me, and when I wake up, instead of hugging the edge of the bed, I find myself sprawled over Sir's broad chest like it's the most natural thing in the world.