25. Lucy #2
“Lucy,” Midnight hisses my name like a curse. “What’s your safe word?”
“Do I need one?”
“Maybe not tonight, but you will at some point.”
I sigh. “Tonight… listen… this… we’ve been here. It’s too risky. Yes, I want the runes… hell… I want you. But we can’t do this. So it’s a one-time thing. If we were to get caught… you saw what almost happened tonight. You’d get kicked out. I’d lose my job.”
“That all sounds great. But we’re locked in your apartment, and I want your safe word.”
I keep my mouth shut. But the word bubbles on my tongue, desperate for me to let it out.
“Now, Lucy.” It’s a demand. Fuck, it makes me melt, makes my pussy glisten inches from her mouth. I want this. I fucking need it. My clit is still swollen and aching to be touched.
“Satan,” I whisper, cursing my traitorous mouth.
Her brow cinches in question.
“He was a demon from a distant realm. He, well, the realm itself could be a myth for all I know. But he was a fallen angel, like Architecti. It just… it was the first thing that came to mind.”
“Fine. Satan it is.”
She leans into my pussy, a moan slipping from her lips. “Wait,” I say.
She lurches back. “Such a cunt tease.”
“I’m just kidding. I wanted to see you flinch.”
She sighs, “You little brat.”
She hoists me up by my arse and flings me over her shoulder, landing a healthy slap on my cheek. I squeal as she carries me like that and throws me on the sofa.
“Turn around and hold onto the top of the sofa,” Midnight says.
“Wh-What?” I stumble over my words, a flutter of something adrenaline-like twisting through my belly.
“Do it.” Midnight’s eyes darken, and my body moves of its own accord. I place my hands on the back of the sofa, my knees making depressions in the cushions.
Midnight stalks back to my pile of clothes and the… oh my gods. She picks up my belt and wraps it around her fist.
“What are you doing?” I ask. I go to move my hands, but her eyes snap to my grip.
“Did I tell you to move?” Her voice deepens, becoming all chesty and authoritative. My pussy clenches knowing what’s coming, fearing and craving it in equal measure. My nipples rub against the sofa fabric and stiffen in anticipation.
“Bend over,” she demands.
“Pardon?”
“Don’t make me ask you again. This can go one of two ways…”
I bend over.
“Further,” she says, flexing the leather belt. The crackle and creak of leather sends a shiver through my body and a line of goosebumps up my arm. And yet, between my thighs, it’s pure pulsing heat.
“See, I think you’ve been harbouring a secret from me… haven’t you?”
Have I? I don’t know what it is, but I love her tone and the tension cording her neck, so I play along.
“Mmmhmm,” I say and flutter my lashes at her.
“See, I think you’ve been hiding the fact you’re a dirty little sub from Daddy.”
Oh, my gods. My knuckles whiten on the sofa, my heart rate skyrockets.
“Midnight,” I say, breathy. I haven’t had a dom in so long, and she is everything I could want in one. More so.
Her hand comes down on my arse. The sting pulses over my cheek, radiating in waves of hot tingles.
The whimpered sound that slips from my lips stops her in her tracks; her gaze turns molten. Desire and lust mingle in the heat between us.
“I’ve never had a daddy,” I manage.
She rounds the sofa and tips my chin up. “Oh, baby girl. I’m about to rock your world. Remember, you are in control. You can stop me. Just say your safe word. Okay?”
I nod.
“Say it for me now,” she says.
“Satan.”
“Louder.” She lets go of my chin.
“Satan,” I cry out.
I don’t feel her move, but the leather creaks once more and then it comes crashing down on my ass. I shunt forward, toppling into the back of the sofa and losing my footing.
I gasp and let go to clutch my ass. But Midnight barks at me.
“Hands on the sofa.”
I do as I’m told, the blistering sting burning my skin. But she rubs her palm over it, and it melts, dissolving into something warmer and deeper.
“Slide your fingers to your entrance and touch yourself.”
I crane my head to look at her. “You want me to touch myself in front of you?”
“I watched you masturbate in the shower, now is not the time to be shy.”
My neck flares hot, but I do as I’m told and slide my fingers to my core. Predictably, I’m soaked.
Gods.
“Now your clit. I want you to bring yourself to the edge.”
I hesitate, but when I realise she’s deadly serious, I slowly rub at my clit. It swells instantly at my touch.
The belt comes down on my other cheek. I gasp but it quickly dissolves into a moan as my fingers drag bolts of pleasure from my clit, and she eases the sting with her palm.
Fuck me, the intensity sends my mind somewhere else. Somewhere that only touch and sensation and the throbbing between my legs matters.
We repeat the cycle over and over. The stark difference of my soft fingers to the sharp sting of the belt is too much. My body is on fire, my nipples harden to painful points. Midnight’s eyes drag the heat everywhere she stares.
She’s still fully clothed, and I don’t know whether I’m desperate for her to be naked or about to come over that fact.
“Stop,” she barks.
“But I’m so close,” I whine.
“Exactly.”
What the hell? I want to throw something at her. I genuinely consider lobbing a sofa cushion at her or using my safe word. But I’m not in physical pain. I’m safe. In control. I could say my safe word just to take myself to climax, but then this would be over. And I don’t hate the orgasmic torture.
Her eyes narrow, her lip curls and it’s the kind of expression that sends my stomach fluttering. Not with arousal, but this time with anxiety.
“Given the events of this evening, there’s something we need to address. I asked you a question the day I came here. And you didn’t answer it.”
Oh, fuck. I shake my head. I can’t go there. I just can’t.
“Lucy…”
The belt comes down on my arse.
“Midnight,” I plead.
“Do you need to say your safe word?”
“I…” I genuinely consider it.
“Tell me who hurt you and this stops. I need to know if they’re connected with the break-in tonight.”
I hang my head between my arms. The belt swings down across both my cheeks. I scream as the sting instantly welts the skin.
“Touch your clit,” she demands.
“Oh, oh fuck,” I moan as pleasure flows in rhythmic waves between my legs. Excitement coats my fingers as I push inside my entrance and pull them up to my clit, rubbing harder and faster than before.
The belt comes down again. My whole body is alive, screaming, singing. Goosebumps pimple my skin, and my pussy begs for release. Pulses of familiar electricity build up, every flick pushing me closer to the edge.
“I’m so close,” I gasp.
“Stop,” Midnight demands.
“Midnight,” I scream, as my fingers fall away from my swollen pussy.
“Who hurt you? You’re going to tell me, or we can keep doing this all night. We need to get to the bottom of this.”
“You don’t have to protect me, I’m not your responsibility.”
“You don’t get to decide what I do and don’t protect. Now. Are you going to tell me who hurt you or do you want the belt?”
I whimper, my legs already shaking. But I turn my back to her and give her my arse.
Her teeth grind against each other, the leather crackles in her hand as she wraps the buckle in her palm and shortens the leather. I take a deep breath just as the band lashes down on me.
I scream, my skin heating, a line of sweat trickling down my spine. I can’t do it. I wobble. My safe word perches on the edge of my tongue.
Midnight must be able to read my body as she draws near.
The heat from her flows over me. Her hand hovers above my backside, scarcely a millimetre above my flesh and yet close enough that the heat of her palm soaks into my skin.
She sinks against me and moves in circles, rubbing and smoothing the aching skin.
“Tell me, Lucy. Or give me your safe word.”
Tears sting my lids. It’s all too much. I don’t want to tell her. If I tell her, I open the door to the shit in my life. It’s not for her to deal with. Even Thalia doesn’t really know.
If I keep it to myself, then it doesn’t have to be true. I don’t have to face what he’s like. I can keep pretending that our relationship is fine. I won’t lose him.
“Fingers. Clit. Take yourself right to the edge.”
A cold rush of air washes over my back when she moves away. My hand returns to my pussy, I’m dripping. Tears are rolling down my cheeks as I move over my clit, two fingers dipping in and out of my entrance, gathering up excitement and using it to ease the friction on my clit.
I jerk as my clit pulses hard. There’s no way I’m holding out again, my whole body is taut.
“Lucy,” Midnight growls my name.
“I’m going to…” I moan, my fingers moving faster.
The belt follows, so hard I break. A sob rips from my chest. My pussy tips, the rippling blister of the belt shoving me over the edge into an orgasm. Two words slip from my lips as I sag against the sofa.
“My father.”
The belt clatters to the apartment floor, the metal buckle tinging against laminate flooring.
The ringing of release.
Of a confession forty years in the making.
The sound of a weight I didn’t know I’d been carrying finally lifting.