Chapter 18 #2
“Really?” Maya placed a hand on Harper’s stomach. “Then you wouldn’t mind if I made things a little harder for you.”
Maya pressed down on her lower abdomen, and the ragged groan Harper made would have been embarrassing in any other context. The light pressure on her stomach caused the strap to hit infinitely better, turning the bursts of pleasure into goddamn explosions.
Of course Maya knew that fucking trick.
“Close already?” Maya asked as Harper’s thighs tensed up. Harper managed a quick nod. “Good. Stay close. I want to see you squirm a bit more. You’re not allowed to come until I say.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. While she knew that kind of control was achievable, Harper had never understood how. If she was close to coming and someone told her to wait—or worse, not come—that threw her over the edge immediately.
It wasn’t even her being willfully disobedient. She literally couldn’t help it. Couldn’t pull the brakes on something she was already falling headfirst into.
Pressing the vibrator against herself, Harper arched off the mattress, a sharp moan accompanying the sudden orgasm. It hit with rapid speed, brief and loud, making her body twitch.
Her quick moans transitioned into gasps. The muscles in her thighs felt oddly stiff, and her clit was now so sensitive that she had to pull the vibrator away.
Maya leaned over her, moving so fast it happened in a blink. Her face was right by Harper’s, and her touch didn’t bother being careful this time. Her fingers closed around her throat, gripping tight.
“Put. It. Back.”
The order was almost a snarl. Because it was an order. One that would have serious consequences if disobeyed.
But Harper couldn’t do it. It would be too much. Too sensitive.
When Harper didn’t move, Maya yanked the vibrator from her hand. She dialed it to a higher setting, turned it over in her palm, and pressed it against Harper’s clit so hard that she fucking screamed.
She tried twisting away, but it was pointless. Maya’s hand was like a shackle around her throat, her fingers pressing in on the sides and adding sudden dizziness to the fuzzy cloud slowly replacing parts of her brain.
“I think you just figured out how this is going to work,” Maya said. “There are only two rules here. I get to do what I want. And you get to do what you’re told.”
Maya stepped back, offering gasp-inducing relief as she removed the vibrator. But with how brief it was, it served more as cruel context than actual respite, as Maya flipped Harper over on her stomach and lowered her mouth to her ear.
“And right now, I want to hear you fucking beg.”
Maya lifted her up just enough to pin the vibrator between her body and the bed. It pulled another gasp from Harper’s lips, though it quickly transformed into a rattling moan, as Maya pushed her head into the mattress and started thrusting into her again.
Being turned over meant Maya could fuck her harder. Hit deeper and better, and though Harper tried to fight it, she couldn’t stop what was happening. Her moans turned from constant to staggered, and horrible tension was forming between her legs.
She came again, the accompanying yell muted by her face being pressed against the sheets.
“You’re just refusing to behave.” Maya gave her ass a hard spank. “Say you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry!”
“I don’t believe you. You didn’t even say what you were sorry for.”
Another spank followed, and though it hurt, Harper found herself longing for that kind of punishment. It was far easier to handle than the grueling speed Maya was fucking her with, the constant stimulation producing flashing stars in front of her eyes.
She wanted to twist away but couldn’t get anywhere.
Tried turning her hips, so the vibrator didn’t touch as much, but wasn’t allowed.
Even her attempt at using her hands to shove the toy away was pointless.
The moment she tried, Maya joined her wrists behind her back, tying them in place with aid from her belt.
Harper tried to protest, but couldn’t get the words out. She couldn’t make any sounds other than cries. For however fucking long, all she could do was moan, then whine, and then finally do what Maya told her to do and beg.
“Please,” she shouted. “Please. Please, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“For what, exactly?”
“For… For coming without permission, Sir.”
“Anything else?”
How the hell was she supposed to remember anything in this state? She’d done a lot of things she shouldn’t that evening, and if Maya wanted a list, then she was fucking doomed.
“For being impolite. For being… For not doing what I was told.”
Another hard spank. Harper yelped, writhing pointlessly in place.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry. Please, just… It’s too much.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Maya leaned forward, nipping the side of Harper’s throat with her teeth. “But you said you were tough. You can take this a little longer.”
She couldn’t take anything anymore. Her body was shaking with every breath, buzzing as though it had been electrocuted.
That bite didn’t help. It wasn’t even hard enough to hurt, but the thought of what it could turn into didn’t make it any easier to stay composed.
She imagined the ache of it. Maya moaning against her skin. The marks left behind by her teeth.
“Fuck!” Her eyes rolled back in her head as another orgasm crashed through her. This was so far past pleasurable, with no cozy afterglow waiting for her. All that showed up was euphoric agony.
“Oh… I see how it is,” Maya said, almost laughing. “You want to show me how much you can take. How many you can take.”
Harper wanted to shake her head, but couldn’t. All she could do was whimper as Maya crawled fully onto the bed. She used one hand to keep herself upright; the other she buried in Harper’s hair.
“Let’s find out together, shall we?”
She thrust in again. Not fast this time, but hard.
So hard that every time Maya’s hips struck her ass, Harper was pushed further up on the mattress.
So hard that she cried out every single fucking time.
The spanking had turned her skin so sensitive, adding a sting to every flare of devastating pleasure firing through her.
It didn’t matter that she was shaking from exhaustion. She couldn’t get away, couldn’t make it stop. She couldn’t do anything other than what Maya told her to do and take it.
Harper kept apologizing, yelling out the words, but after a while, she couldn’t even do that. The only thing she could do was whine and tremble as her speech transformed into gibberish.
Her vision blurred. Her brain was buzzing, her muscles twitching. Every sound lowered in volume, her moans trailing off into barely audible whimpering.
It might have lasted minutes. Maybe an hour. Maybe a fucking week.
“Harper?”
Maya’s voice. Gentle now. A little urgent, too.
She had also gotten off her. When had that happened? When had the vibrator been switched off? And why did blinking suddenly feel like an overwhelming endeavor?
The belt was untied, the clasp clattering as it was thrown on the floor, and then Harper was rolled onto her back. A strained noise escaped—something between a grunt and a moan—as she tried to bring the room into focus.
What was happening? Why had they stopped? And why couldn’t she voice any of those questions?
Maya leaned over her, brushing sweaty hair away from her face.
“Give me a color, Harper.”
She sounded so worried. How many times had she spoken and been ignored for her to sound like that?
Harper wanted to obey. To speak. But no matter how much she tried, all that came out was a sighing whine.
She turned her head, looking around as though doing so would reveal where her voice had hidden itself. But then Maya put a finger under her chin, directing Harper’s eyes back to hers. Even though she used no force whatsoever, Harper gave in with no resistance.
“Look at me. And give me a color.”
Her voice was so soft. A tone that felt like auditory velvet, wrapping her in warmth and safety.
She’d requested an answer. And right then, there was nothing Harper wanted more than to please her.
“Green.” Her voice was barely there. A sigh more than speech.
“Are you sure?” Maya cupped her face, caressing her cheek. “You’re looking a little out of it. We can stop.”
No. No, keep going.
The thought was as misty as the rest of her. Unclear and airy, and no matter what she did, she couldn’t voice it.
She didn’t want this to be over. This feeling of lightness, as though she had been pulled into a dreamlike realm of pure tranquility. A place where nothing could hurt her. And, though she wasn’t sure why, she could only rest in it as long as Maya was next to her.
But she couldn’t say all of that. Anything more than single syllables was impossible to voice.
“Green. Sir.” She put her hand on Maya’s. “Please.”
Maya didn’t move. Didn’t speak. She just stared at Harper, looking for signs of refusal in her eyes, and was stunned when she found none.
“If you change your mind, just tell me. Or whisper it if that’s all you can manage. I’ll hear it. I promise.” She pressed their lips together, the touch so light it could barely be considered a kiss. “You were so good for me. Did so well. You did fucking incredible.”
Her mouth moved down. Marking her jaw, her neck, her shoulder. The only interruptions to the featherlight kisses were more hushed affirmations.
When had Harper last heard earnest praise like that? Had she ever? And if it had happened, and it just escaped her, had she ever believed it?
Those thoughts were too dark for this moment. If entertained, they would pollute the cloud she was floating in. Ruin the peace she didn’t even know she could feel and which she had been all but shoved into.
They were also easy to ignore. Those thoughts had no power here. With how sweetly Maya brushed her lips over her skin, as though even the slightest pressure would make her shatter, they took no effort at all to suppress.