Chapter 17
Blaze
I sit on the edge of the bed I now share with my life partner, staring at her features. She’s so gorgeous. I love watching her sleep.
I wore her out. After claiming her mouth, I hauled her onto my lap and held her for a few minutes before dressing both of us and carrying her upstairs. Victoria insisted she wasn’t tired, but I didn’t let her argue.
She likes my dominance. She also enjoyed the temporary power I let her have, but she really prefers the way I take charge.
Sure, she fussed with me when I insisted on stripping her naked, helping her pee, and tucking her into our bed, but she only sasses me because she likes it when I get even bossier.
When I deposited her on the mattress, I even rolled her onto her side and swatted her bottom. Three swats. Just a taste. I then threatened to restrain her if she didn’t settle down and take a nap.
She was out in seconds. And that was two hours ago.
I know she wants to go to the dining room tonight, so I’m going to wake her, but first I want to watch her longer. Her button nose, full lips, and rosy cheeks. Tendrils of hair have escaped her bun and dance around on the pillow.
Needing to see her body, I ease the covers down slowly. I fully intend to wake her, so I don’t care if that happens in the process, but I’m curious to find out how long it takes. She’ll be slightly chilled from the air conditioner by the time I expose her tits.
I love that they are hard peaks, either from dragging the sheet over them or from the air.
She whimpers and then blinks her eyes open. “Blaze…” Her voice is hoarse and soft. Sensual. “I wasn’t dreaming?”
I chuckle. “I don’t know. Tell me what the dream was about, and I’ll tell you if it was real.”
“We were in this huge room filled with books. There were cool ladders that slid across the walls to reach the upper shelves. Everyone left, and you took my shirt and bra off…” Her voice trails off.
I know she meant to tease me about what happened, but suddenly she’s very serious. She looks me in the eyes. “You talked about milking me… I came…”
I smile and reach up to tap her nipples. “You came because you like the thought of being milked. It’s so naughty that it makes you horny.”
“Is it all talk?” She swallows.
“No, baby. Not a chance. That’s how it will be between us.” I set my palm on her tummy. “After I plant my seed in you, I will keep you filled with my come until you’re pregnant. It won’t take long.” I lean closer, holding her gaze. Her eyes are so wide with disbelief.
I rub her flat stomach. “You’ll grow and change as our baby grows inside you. Your breasts will fill out. They’ll ache. And after you give birth, I will monitor them. That’s not just talk, Victoria. That’s how it will be between us.”
She shudders. “You make me dizzy when you talk dirty to me.”
I grin. “I will always talk dirty to you because it makes you dizzy.”
“But you’re not really going to…milk me, right?”
“Baby, I am going to milk you. If you think I’m joking about letting you touch your tits now or in the future, try me. I’ll swat them right now to remind you that I’m not kidding.”
She starts panting. Indecision covers her face. She licks her lips.
“I can see your mind working. You’re going to test me, aren’t you?”
She slowly nods.
“You think I’m bluffing.”
“Yes.”
“Do it,” I command.
Never moving her gaze from mine, my girl lifts her hands to her breasts, palms her globes, and pinches the tips.
I rise from the side of the bed, bend down, and pull my toy bag out from under the frame. I haven’t used its contents in a few years. It was in the closet until this afternoon.
After dropping it on the foot of the bed, I unzip it, the sound louder than it should be in the quiet tension in the room. I pull out a length of rope and hold it up.
Victoria gasps.
“Arms over your head, naughty girl.”
She hesitates.
“The longer it takes you, the more times I’m going to spank your nipples.”
My girl jerks her arms high, submitting to me beautifully.
“Good girl.” I move to the head of the bed and carefully wrap her wrists in the perfect knot before attaching the other end of the rope securely to the headboard.
She tips her head back to look at the connection.
“If you’re worried about the value of this furniture, I suggest you not tug very hard on the rope.”
“Blaze…” Goosebumps rise on her body, and she draws her knees together and pulls them up toward her chest.
“What did I say would happen if you touched your tits, Victoria?”
She licks her lips. “You said you would spank them.”
“Did you believe me?”
“No.”
“Do you think part of the reason you defied my order was because you want to know what it feels like to have your nipples swatted?”
After a deep breath, she nods. “Yes.”
I pull out a short crop, lift it, and slap my opposite palm with it.
She flinches. “Shit.”
“Yeah. You’ll either love having your nipples spanked and disobey me often, or you won’t enjoy it at all, and you’ll follow my rules.”
She starts shaking.
“Either way, you need me to spank them, don’t you, baby? You need to know.”
She nods again.
I grip one of her small breasts with my free hand and squeeze it, pushing the nipple up. Without hesitation, I bring the flap of the crop down on her swollen bud.
Victoria cries out, “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
I chuckle. “Did that hurt, baby?”
“Yes, it fucking hurt.”
“That was just a tap. Do you need another swat?”
She groans, her lips pursed.
I bring the crop to her bottom and give it a slap next. It’s her fault that her butt is available because she has her knees drawn up.
“Lower your legs, Victoria. Open them. Knees to the mattress.”
She whimpers as she obeys me. Her eyes find mine. It’s a good sign.
“That first swat was too shocking for you to fully appreciate it. You need another. This one will hurt more.”
Her lips quiver.
“One more swat to this nipple and then I’ll switch to the other. After that, I’ll give a hard swat to your pussy so you can experience that, too.”
She inhales sharply.
I set the crop down between her breasts, flatten my hands on the other side of her, and look her in the eyes. “Shall I continue, baby?”
She nods almost imperceptibly.
“Ask me.”
“Blaze…”
“Ask me for what you need, Victoria.”
“I need you to spank my nipples and my clit so I know what it feels like.”
“Good girl.” I kiss her and return to standing, picking up the crop. Before she can think too hard about it, I grip her breast again, spank it hard, then switch to the other. She’s arching and squirming and moaning as I hold her steady and give her other nipple the same two slaps of the leather.
Victoria is groaning when I move my attention to her pussy. It’s soaked, dripping. Her clit is more swollen than I’ve seen it yet, pulsing. My girl likes a bit of pain.
I set my free hand on her pelvis and press firmly, holding her in place while pulling the hood back from her clit.
She tips her head back, arching her chest. Her hands are wrapped around the rope, holding on to it. “Please…”
“Please, what, baby?”
“Please spank my pussy.”
I give her one solid swat. It has to sting, and I know it does because she screams.
After dropping the crop, I flatten my palm against her pussy, pressing firmly to help ease the burn.
It takes her a minute to lower her chest and relax her tight muscles. Her legs lie open and limp.
I hover over her, meeting her gaze. “Do you want to cuss me out?”
“Kinda.” But then she smiles. “I’m afraid for my ass if I do, though.”
“You should be, naughty girl. Are you going to touch your tits in the future?”
“No.”
“What about your pussy?”
She shakes her head.
I smirk. “You might, but if you do, I’ll know it’s because you crave the pain associated with being disciplined.”
“I’ve slid into another dimension,” she mutters.
“Welcome to the Wilde mansion.”