Chapter 18 #2
“Now, I get back at you for every barb you’ve sent my way,” Cade said, amused. “Keep it up, little viper. I’ll leave your ass bright red and aching. Not even your tears will stop me.”
The brief pain had morphed into a delicious warmth that somehow stoked her desire higher. She sighed.
“As if I’d cry from a couple of spanks.”
His soft, intimate laugh sent more heat through her. “We’ll see. What’s your safeword again, darling?”
“Red,” she said, and he made a sound of approval before parting her thighs with his hand.
Asha gasped as he penetrated her with two fingers.
She’d expected more of a tease based on the night before, but he wasted no time, pumping into her with precise, even thrusts.
His other hand reached around her front, finding her clit.
His careful, clever fingers circled it in rhythm that made her legs turn to jelly—gentle, but with a pressure that was impossible to resist. At the same time, he pressed hard against a soft, ridged spot inside of her that made her jaw clench.
“That’s it,” Cade crooned, and she mewled as he pressed even harder inside her. “You can take it. You can take anything I give you, my brave girl.”
Once again, his praise made her preen foolishly.
She soaked in his approval as though it were precious, and as much as she loved to tease him, to match her wit against his, she loved pleasing him even more.
There was still that resistance within her that told her not to trust this feeling, but she was finally able to silence that voice and enjoy being his.
Giving up control now didn’t mean giving it up forever; he’d shown her that.
Cade continued until Asha was shaking with pleasure, moaning wantonly in his arms. She was so close, so very—
“Don’t come,” he warned. “Not until I give you permission.”
“What?” she burst out. “Are you—”
“If you come, you’ll be punished. Show me that you have at least some self-control, that you aren’t just a desperate little slut.”
The degradation hit her like another spank; she hadn’t been expecting it. Yet somehow, it didn’t feel degrading…possibly because the way Cade said it made no secret of his desire for exactly that outcome.
She opened her mouth to retort, but his fingers sped up inside her, and she gave a helpless moan. Her teeth gritted, she desperately tried to resist the rising sensations, but it was a lost cause.
“Gonna come,” she gasped. “Oh God, Cade, I’m gonna come, I can’t—”
She fell over the edge and cried out as pleasure surged through her whole body, filling her with warmth and sating the raw hunger inside her.
“Fuck, it’s beautiful to watch you come,” Cade murmured as he withdrew his fingers. “To get what you’ve deserved, all these years. But still…you disobeyed me.”
“Like I could help it!” Asha protested, still breathing heavy. “With your fingers in my pussy, what did you expect, genius?”
He laughed with real humour. “Well, I didn’t say it would be easy. That doesn’t matter; you obey me anyway.”
“Oh, fuck you,” she sneered. “You set me up to fail.”
He jerked her head back by her hair, and she squeaked. “What was that?”
His voice was a low snarl. But either because she was still woozy from orgasm or because she had a secret death wish, Asha replied, slowly enunciating each syllable, “Fuck you. Sir.”
She was provoking him on purpose now, though she didn’t quite know why. Maybe she was just curious to see how far he’d go, or how much she could push him before he snapped.
She let out a breath as Cade disappeared into the closet for a moment. She stayed where she was, uncertain what to do.
When he returned holding a spare leather belt, she knew she’d gone too far.
“What…what’s that for?” she asked, her mouth suddenly dry as sawdust.
“You wanted to explore pain?” he growled. “You got your wish, darling. Stay where you are, and you tell me when I’ve whipped some manners into you.”
Oh, fuck. Her heart raced, and she thought about using her safeword, but she didn’t want to chicken out before she’d even gotten a taste. Her hallmark stubbornness also meant that she wanted to show him that she could take it.
The first crack of the belt across her ass was easy; the sting retreated almost as quickly as it had come.
Asha pressed her lips together, determined not to make a sound, but it was futile effort after three or four strikes.
A whimper escaped her as the pain increased, but she didn’t want him to stop.
A coil of arousal was tightening again inside her, against all her natural instincts.
She lost track of the number of strikes, but her ass burned as though it was on fire, and she whimpered again, louder this time.
“Ah, my angel, I know it hurts,” Cade said, his voice softening. “Should I make it just a little easier for you? Show you what I meant when I said the pain would enhance your pleasure?”
His hand moved between her thighs, and she moaned as he penetrated her with his fingers again.
He established a steady rhythm that made Asha squeeze fistfuls of the blanket, panting as he sped up.
A second later, the belt made contact with her ass again, and she made a choked sound.
The pain shot through her as before, but the pleasure of Cade’s ministrations seemed to somehow soften it.
More than that, as her pussy tightened around his fingers in response, her pleasure bounded to the forefront, blending with and eclipsing the ache in her backside.
She just wanted more—more of everything. Her need to come again barreled into her, and suddenly nothing else mattered more.
“Please.” The word just slipped out, unbidden, and she felt no shame. Just hunger.
She let out a small scream as the belt came down again, harder than before.
“Greedy girl. You already came once. Why should I let you come again? What will you give me?”
Crack. She was making desperate little sounds now, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. She didn’t let them fall, but it was a close call.
Cade lowered his lips to her ear, tickling her deliciously with his whisper. “How about this? I let you come again, and you ride my cock for me, as long and as deep as I want.”
She couldn’t refuse him. She needed release too badly.
“Please, sir,” she begged, her own voice sounding foreign to her with its neediness. She didn’t even say sir in a mocking way; she was too far gone. “Please let me come. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
His slow exhale told her that she’d said the right thing. “Fuck. Nothing is sexier than reducing you to a begging mess like this. My brave, feisty girl, giving me everything because she’s so desperate. My dick’s never been harder.”
Asha moaned as he pressed his erection against her aching ass, teasing her. Without another word, he thrust his fingers into her, hard and fast, and she gasped. He gave her a brief reprieve from the belt, instead allowing her to grow closer to what she craved with every cell in her body.
She reached the precipice of her release, and right as she was about to tip over the edge, Cade brought the belt down again.
She screamed as her orgasm broke, and the pain of the belt melded with it, so intense that her vision whited out.
When she came back to herself, she was lying face down on the bed, limp and boneless.
Her cheeks were wet with tears, and she touched them with an odd curiosity.
They weren’t tears of sadness, or even of pain. They were a natural reaction to the intensity of her experience, and she somehow liked them. They were a symptom of all the incredible new emotions and experiences she’d had with this man in such a short time.
“Are you alright, darling?” Cade asked, stroking over her hair.
“Yeah,” Asha sighed. “I want more.”
“What a good girl you are,” he murmured, and her heart swelled with pride and affection. “You took your punishment so well, like I knew you would. But now it’s time for you to deliver on your promise.”
He pulled her upright and kissed her, hot and heavy, aching with his own unsatisfied desire. She slipped her tongue past his lips, and he groaned, low and rough in his throat. Catching the hem of his t-shirt, she broke away and met his grey eyes, clouded with arousal.
“Can I…?” she asked, a little shyly. He’d already witnessed her during her most intimate, private moments…yet she’d still never seen him naked, or watched him come. She was suddenly overcome with the need to rectify that.
“Yes.” His answer was low and husky. “You can touch me how you want. Whatever feels right to you.”
Permission granted, Asha lifted his shirt over his head, baring his gorgeous chest and shoulders.
She caressed each line and curve of his body with her fingertips, and he shuddered under her touch.
His jaw flexed, and she realized how much restraint he’d been practicing this whole time.
He’d delayed his own gratification for hers.
Determined to return some of the favour, she made it her mission to kiss every muscle in his upper body. His erection was a hard, very visible bulge in the front of his pants.
“You’re killing me,” he panted.
She made innocent eyes at him. “I thought you’d enjoy being worshipped.”
He choked on a laugh. “Worship later. I need to fuck you, my angel. I’ve waited long enough.”
He really had, so Asha quit her game and finished undressing him. With his cock finally free, she wrapped a hand around his shaft, exploring him. He was thick and hot in her hand, and he groaned as if in pain when she gave him a shallow pump.
Cade pulled her hand away and kissed it, then led her back over to the bed. He lay back against the headboard and tapped his lap with a grin, his erection curving up over his belly.
Asha quirked a brow. “This doesn’t seem very dominant, if I’m on top.”
It was part-tease, part-challenge, and her arousal was stoked again by the flash of wicked amusement in his eyes. Challenge accepted.
“We’ll just have to fix that then, won’t we?”
He retrieved his belt, which he’d dropped at the end of the bed, then beckoned her to straddle him again. She cautiously obeyed, eyeing the belt. She wasn’t sure she wanted more of that tonight. Her ass was already sore as hell.
However, her thoughts were obliterated by Cade’s cock notching at her entrance.
“You gonna take all of me?” he murmured, touching her cheek. “Let me feel that incredible pussy. I’ve been dying for it.”
He guided her hips down, sheathing him snugly, and Asha gasped at the fullness. He felt big, but not painfully so, and she relished how pleasurable it was when she was wet enough. He’d taken such care with her.
Cade let out a sound between a moan and a gasp, and his hands tightened around her hips.
“Oh, Asha,” he sighed, and her heart tugged at the tender way he said her name. “You feel perfect.”
“Really?” she asked playfully, tightening her pussy around him, making him groan. “How perfect?”
“So perfect I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve it,” he managed to say with difficulty. He guided her hands behind her back and wrapped the belt around them tightly, securing them there. “Is this alright?”
With her hands bound behind her, Asha couldn’t move on her own without losing her balance. As Cade’s hands moved back to her hips, she realized he now had complete control over her movements. Well played.
“It’ll do,” she said dismissively, and he chuckled before eliciting a yelp from her as he moved her hips. She was taking all of him now, as deep as she could, and her head fell back in a helpless moan.
Her hands being bound added another layer of desire.
It allowed her to once again let go and experience the exhilaration of being out of control without the shame and abuse she’d always associated with that state.
He was teaching her how to be at peace with herself and her own pleasure, and she was becoming an eager student.
Cade set the rhythm, urging her to ride him as hard as she could without toppling over. He’d kept such tight control over his emotions, his desires …but now, at last, he let loose. He cupped her ass tightly, his fingers digging into her skin, and he groaned with abandon.
“That’s right, darling,” he growled. “You’re gonna ride me till I come. Keep going.”
He was surprisingly vocal as he grew closer to climax, and his eyes were glued to her, traveling from her eyes to her bouncing breasts to the place where they were joined. But it was the low, husky sweet nothings he said to her that eventually tipped her over the edge one last time.
“You’re magnificent, Asha,” Cade murmured. “Your face, your body, your beautiful pussy. You’re a vision, submitting to me. When you’re ready for it, my angel, I’ll gag that hot little mouth and come listening to you make those slutty moans around it.”
The image was too much. Her wrists strained against the belt as she cried out, and the dull ache only made her climax larger, longer, more intense.
He followed her with a bellow, and she felt him fill her.
It was incredible to watch him, to know that she’d given him that kind of pleasure.
She instantly wanted to give it to him again, as many times as she could.
He deserved everything she could offer him.
Somewhere deep within her, the cracks in her psyche were filled with molten gold, and she felt remade.