Chapter 12
Violet
I barely had an idea of what I was getting into, and it thrilled me. Every sensation with Ford was new, unfamiliar, and yet I welcomed the unknown because with him I felt safe in a way I never had with any other man. I wanted this so badly my whole body hummed with anticipation.
The clamps tugged at my nipples with a constant bite of pain, sharp enough to make my breasts ache, while unpredictable shocks rippled through me in pulses. Each jolt made my skin jump, my thighs tremble, and my pussy clench around nothing in reflex.
Then came the first smack of the paddle. Not brutal, but just enough for the sting to blossom across my ass. My breath hitched as he counted off the first one, part relief that it wasn’t as punishing as I’d braced for, part frustration that it left me wanting more.
Ford knew exactly what he was doing. The next few strikes landed a little harder, sharper, and with my legs spread on the kneeling pads my pussy felt the reverberations of each smack.
The heat spreading across my ass elevated the ache between my thighs, blending with the pinch of the clamps on my nipples and the random shocks jangling my nerve endings.
The sensations tangled together until I couldn’t separate one from the other, all of them escalating the lust and need gathering into a throbbing ache at the core of me.
Another few swats, harsher still, and I gasped, my hips twitching against the bench. My pussy clenched, slick with arousal, as if my body had decided the only way to answer the pain was with a rush of pleasure. I moaned, the sound half surrender, half plea and we’d barely reached ten strikes.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Ford murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble of sound behind me. “Feel it all. Every sting, every shock, every tug on those pretty nipples.”
He continued the punishment, now alternating the force behind each strike. One soft smack that felt like a tease followed by a sharper crack that seared through my skin and made my clit throb. The rhythm kept me off balance, never knowing what was coming, never able to settle or relax.
“Look at you,” he went on, dark satisfaction in his tone. “Dripping for me, your slutty little pussy clenching like it can’t tell the difference between punishment and pleasure. You love this, don’t you? Being spanked and used exactly the way you’ve been begging for all week.”
I whimpered. It was the only sound I could manage as he finished counting to thirty, delivering blows with each number he called off until my whole body felt on fire, trembling on the edge of bliss without any relief in sight.
Finally, it stopped—the paddle, at least.
“You did so well,” Ford praised, gently running a hand through my hair. “I’m so proud of you.”
I found myself almost tearing up. I realized I was shaking. Not from the shocks, or the pain in my nipples, or the paddle and how hot and tender my ass and thighs now felt. But from his praise and gentle touch.
Then, his hand stroked down my back, over my ass, and down to my pussy. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled, sounding pleased. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Desperately. “Yes,” I moaned, already so close to unraveling.
“Yes, what?” Ford prompted.
“Yes, sir,” I corrected myself quickly.
“Hmm. So well behaved now. But we’re not done with your punishment. Now, I’m going to flog you, and I’m not going to stop until you apologize for your behavior this week.”
I felt strips of leather softly brush against the skin of my back and I jolted, shivering. It would be so easy to give him what he was asking for…but I realized I wanted this flogging more and in my mind it became a challenge to hold out. Of course it did.
The first lash fell lightly, a whisper of leather that skated over my skin before snapping back.
The next few strikes landed harder, those strips of leather biting a little more.
Another flash of heat bloomed along my backside, pain searing for a heartbeat before it bled into something sweeter and more arousing.
My thighs quivered and I moaned, the sound slipping out before I could catch it.
“That’s it,” he coaxed in a low, husky murmur. “Every sound you make is mine. Every shiver, every moan, every clench of your pussy is for me, isn’t it?”
Before I could say a word he issued another blow, then another, right across my ass where the burn already lingered from the paddle.
My breathing grew ragged, my body sinking against the bench, nipples throbbing in their clamps and shocks still sending sudden sparks through me without warning.
The mix overwhelmed me, tangled pain and pleasure until I couldn’t tell one from the other.
“Still holding out?” Ford’s voice was calm, steady. The flogger cracked down again, hard enough to make me cry out. “You can end this whenever you want. Just apologize, Violet.”
My lips parted, the words hovering, but I stubbornly swallowed them back, shaking my head weakly. I wanted this. I wanted more.
Ford’s chuckle was low and wicked. “Of course you’d rather take the pain, wouldn’t you? You crave it. Every lash makes you wetter and more cock hungry for me, doesn’t it?”
He wasn’t wrong. My pussy felt so sensitive and swollen, so achy and needy as the flogger rained down in a steady rhythm, some strokes light and teasing, others fierce enough to steal my breath.
My world shrank down to just those sensations, to his voice guiding me deeper and deeper into the pain and pleasure he so expertly doled out.
“You’re beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice rough with arousal. “On your knees, your legs spread open, letting me break you down, one strike at a time. You don’t even realize that you’re already giving me what I want.”
My submission. The truth of it hit me in a rush.
I might not have apologized, but my body had already surrendered to him.
The agony and bliss blurred, melted together, becoming something else entirely.
My body floated and my mind drifted in a haze of desire and heat and need.
Subspace swallowed me whole, in a soft and hazy place of euphoria.
“Please…” The word broke from me, ragged and desperate. “Please let me come. I can’t…I need—” My voice cracked into a sob.
“Then tell me what I want to hear, Violet.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice sounding slurred. “I’m sorry for how I behaved, Ford.”
The flogger stilled against my back and he pressed a warm palm between my shoulder blades, grounding me. “Good girl.” Pride threaded through every word. “You took your punishment so well, and you begged so sweetly.”
I sagged against the bench, trembling, my body humming for release.
“You’re mine, Violet,” Ford whispered close to my ear. “Every bratty word, every fight, every apology, they’re all mine. And now, I’ll give you exactly what you earned.”
He took the clamps off, and I groaned as the rush of blood made those sore, tender nipples tingle with renewed feeling.
He removed the electro-pads, too, so the surges stopped.
I waited, my need and anticipation tightening inside me as I heard him unzip his jeans and then the rip of a condom packet.
He lined himself between my spread legs, the head of his cock sliding through all that messy, slick arousal before nudging against my entrance. He leaned over me from behind, fingers gripping my hair and pulling my head back so that his lips were near my ear.
“This is what good girls get, Violet,” he said, and entered me completely with a hard, unrelenting thrust.
He hadn’t stretched me at all, but my body was so ready for his thick cock that I didn’t care.
I cried out, welcoming the rough edge of his possession as he fucked me deeper, filling me so completely it stole my breath.
The bench forced me open, my ass still stinging from the paddle, back warm from the flogger, nipples tender and throbbing.
Every sensation stacked on top of the other until I was shaking, my pussy clenching around his cock with undeniable need.
Ford’s grip in my hair tightened, his other hand braced on my hip, holding me exactly where he wanted as he drove into me again, grinding against that spot that made sparks ripple through my body. I whimpered, my orgasm just beyond my reach.
“You see how good this feels?” he growled against my ear. “That’s what happens when you obey. Good girls get fucked until they can’t think straight.”
“Yes, god, yes!” My voice broke on a moan, every thrust dragging me closer to what I craved. “Please, Ford…I’m so close…”
“Beg me for it.” His hips snapped forward, again and again, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the room. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want to come,” I sobbed, trying to move beneath him, but he had me pinned with his body. “Please let me come. Please, Ford, please.”
His teeth grazed my ear as he groaned, his rhythm turning brutal as the hand on my hip slid down, until his fingers found my clit and rubbed me just right. “Come for me, Violet. Now, so I can feel your pussy milking my cock.”
The command, along with every bit of pain and pleasure and sensation he’d inflicted rippled through me like a shockwave. My entire body convulsed, my orgasm slamming into me with blinding force. I screamed his name, every nerve ending lit up with ecstasy as I completely unraveled for him.
Ford kept fucking me through my climax, his growls vibrating against my skin until his body finally stiffened.
With a harsh groan, he buried himself deep, spilling into the condom as his own release tore through him.
He collapsed against my back, every muscle of his body taut, his breath hot and ragged against my neck.
For a moment, neither of us moved. There was just the sound of our panting, the spasms still quivering through my body, and the weight of his possession grounding me in ways I didn’t know I needed.