Chapter 10 #2
“You’ve been a bad girl,” he added in a smooth, sexy voice. “But we both know you can take a punishment like a good girl.”
“I wish…I almost wish you’d tie me down. I think it would be easier.”
His breathing was uneven. “Easier at first,” he said, moving forward so she could feel the heat and strength of his body, so she could feel his erection against her.
“But definitely harder for either of us to walk away. When I tie a girl down, I own her body, and I use it till I’ve had my fill.
Tell me again,” he whispered. “Tell me you need me to tie you down.”
She was shaking with a lot more than fear.
She wanted him so much, but she knew it was too dangerous.
She was afraid he would take her over bit by bit until it was like she’d never belonged to anyone else.
She couldn’t let him have her that way, because she was pretty sure if she let him start, he wouldn’t stop until he got everything he wanted.
“I can’t,” she said breathlessly.
“Then take your punishment and go to bed aching for more,” he said.
She lowered her head and rose onto her toes, her heart pounding.
The cane struck her right across the fullest part of her cheeks.
She squeaked and then the full impact and sting hit her.
Pain blossomed throughout her backside. The cane whistled through the air and struck again.
And again. She screamed and held on, knowing there must be red welts rising across her white skin.
Over and over, the blows landed. Sometimes at the top of her buttocks, sometimes at the juicy spot where butt met thighs. The intensity was the same at first, until it built on itself and she was dancing on her toes and clenching her cheeks and wailing.
“Yellow!” she yelled, sliding down to a crouch, leaning her temple against the cold metal of the machine as she panted. “It hurts a lot. So much,” she babbled, tears stinging her eyes.
He stroked her hair and brushed her wet lashes with his long thumb.
“How many? How many more?” she asked, her voice breaking.
“Five.”
Eric always a number in mind. She liked getting to that number.
It was perverse on her own part, but ever since he’d started punishing her she’d made it to whatever his number was without saying Red.
She didn’t want to break now. After all, she did kind of deserve this.
She’d been careless, and they had been very expensive shirts.
It would’ve only taken a second for her to check her pockets.
She knew she sometimes put paint tubes into them.
It was ridiculous for her to buy into that thinking, she tried to tell herself, but it mattered to him and so it mattered to her, too.
It wasn’t about the shirts really. It was that he wanted her to pay attention to his instructions, and the way she treated his shirts was a reflection of how she felt about him, whether she respected him as her master in the arrangement.
She did respect him in a lot of ways. She wanted him to know that, even if she didn’t want to say it.
She drew in a shuddering breath. “Help me up,” she whispered. “I can do it if you help me.”
He set the cane aside and took each of her arms in a hand. He raised her to her feet, looking down at her with such intensity and hunger that it took her breath away.
“You okay?” she whispered.
“I am if you are,” he said in a husky voice, the kind of voice he would use if she ever let him touch her however he wanted.
She nodded. “Five. We can get through five,” she murmured and turned around.
A large palm rested against her backside.
“Did he ever tell you how it makes us feel to lay down marks like this? To have a beautiful girl submit to a punishment just because we say so? And to inhale the scent of her skin and the cream coating her lower lips? To taste her tears and lick between her legs and swallow the proof that she’s aroused.
To know she wants nothing more in the world than to bend to the will of someone strong enough to make pain into pleasure? ”
She couldn’t think, couldn’t move. If he did anything, even touched her with his fingertip, she might just fall apart and right into his arms.
“If you’re still wondering if you belong here, Lace, the answer is yes. Be a good girl and get back on your toes.”
He backed up, and she clung to the washing machine. The last five strokes of the cane brought searing pain, but it registered in a very different way. Right into the core of her sex and through her clit.
At the last blow, instead of dropping to her knees and crying, she rushed from the room on shaky legs.
She hurried up to her bedroom and inside, then closed the door and locked it.
She launched herself onto the bed, yanking some pillows to her chest and collapsing onto them.
Lying face down, she shoved a hand between her spread legs.
“Oh God,” she groaned, her palm against her clit, her fingers shoved into her slick pussy. She rubbed and rubbed, feeling the heat radiating from her aching ass and hearing Eric’s voice in her head, seducing her.
She came and came until her whole body sang with a thousand bee stings of tingling. It was so fucking good.