Chapter 7 ELLA
Their bedroom—the sanctuary Ella had poured her heart into decorating—didn’t offer her any peace as she took off her blouse with trembling fingers, folded it, and placed it on the bench at the bottom of their bed.
She shoved down her skirt, her breathing shaky as she folded it.
In their closet, from their shelf of toys, she found the paddle Zee asked for.
It delivered a stinging, striking thud that would last until tomorrow.
The anticipation of receiving what she longed for, what her Master made her ask for, the punishment she craved always left her flayed open.
As if every part of her was laid open for him to gaze at and evaluate, for him to judge and examine.
Every inch of her skin buzzed as anticipation wrapped around her.
She took her time getting herself in the requested position on their armchair.
Nobody could see her yet, but the long narrow mirror positioned in the corner gave her a view of how her Master would find her.
Her long hair trailed down her back. Her creamy skin dotted with raised goosebumps and her big breasts hung over the top of the armchair, and spotting them in the mirror had her glancing away.
Zee loved kneading her breasts, torturing her tits but she didn’t love how gravity affected them these days.
But that thought brought the memory of the cage to her mind and she squirmed as a fresh flash of arousal simmered, her pussy throbbing.
Positioned like this, kneeling and waiting, with nowhere to rest her eyes but on herself or the floor, she was raw and exposed.
Ella closed her eyes, trying to breathe into that place of stillness, reaching for the solace she found in obeying her Dom.
Nothing compelled her to take this position. She wasn’t forced or tied in bondage.
Only her willpower had her holding this position as the minutes ticked by and she wondered what was taking her Master so long.
Only the agreement enacted over two decades ago of loyalty, of service, of devotion held her here and those bonds were stronger than any cuff or rope.
A bubble of laughter threatened to break free from deep in her belly, you silly thing, she chided herself. To think that Zee was seeing someone because his attention wasn’t wholly on her made her cringe in secondhand embarrassment.
The floors creaked and the air changed in the room, her nipples hardened to points, as anticipation climbed higher.
“There’s my slut. I'm hard just looking at you.”
Zee’s full Dom tone sent ripples rolling through her; she pressed her knees into the seat, reaching for balance.
And she couldn’t look away, as much as seeing herself like this sent a mixture of arousal and embarrassment through her, a tinge of debasement that she longed for in her dreams, because Zee stood behind her, his expression set with determination, like he was here to dole out the consequences of her actions.
He rubbed his lips over her bare shoulder, the touch so electric she jerked back against him, he pressed a hand on her ass, keeping her where he wanted her.
“Stay still, girl. This is going to hurt. You’re going to take it for me, right?”
“Yes, Master.” She got the words out through the lump in her throat, but her grip tightened on the top of each arm when she saw Zee pick up the paddle in the mirror.
He swung it through the air and she couldn’t help but jump at the whistling sound as the paddle came closer to her flesh.
She saw his arm go back, saw his hand flick it but she still screamed when it landed across her ass, a swathe of fire that burned her flesh. Zee didn’t give her any time to recover; he hit the same spot again, his expression stern.
As if he didn’t know that her ass hurt every time he let that strike land on the same spot, the impact doubling, then tripling, over and over until her ass gave off its own heat like it had been sunburned, scorched completely; it was almost numb.
Her breathing was ragged by the time he pressed his palm to her back, her cheeks wet with tears
“I want to watch you play with your pussy in the mirror, girl. I want to know how much this punishment is turning you on. Spread those cunt lips and let me see them.”
He tapped his paddle across the top of her ass in warning, and because she obeyed him for so long it was instant, her legs spread even further, she backed up a smidgen to give him the best view and she saw her red lips as she spread them wide, the slippery juices coating her fingers.
“Yes, that’s it. Finger yourself.”
She gasped so hard she straightened up until his cool touch brought her back in position.
Tilting her head up to the ceiling so she could escape seeing herself in the mirror, she slid her fingers along her wet slit, the pain in her ass momentarily paused by how high her arousal was.
“Get those fingers in deeper and look at yourself. I want you to see what I’m seeing, slave.”
The keening sound that escaped her lips echoed off the walls as her hips rocked forward, but she didn’t dare take her hand away from where she was ordered to put it.
“Fuck yourself, girl. Harder, deeper. Do not stop.”
The paddle came down on an untouched area at the back of her thighs, a stroke so hard she bounced off the bed, a fresh set of tears springing to her eyes.
But her fingers twirled inside her pussy; she found her clit, rubbed in a circular motion as the paddle fell again on her skin, the whooshing sound as it hit her flesh jerking her back.
“I love that punishment turns you on so much, you masturbate through it. You don’t even need lube, do you? Tell me.”
Another three strikes with the paddle hitting her flesh again.
Her nipples were so tight they hurt, her nerve endings were buzzing and she whimpered as her mind slid into a high of pleasure, she struggled to stay upright.
But seeing him wield the paddle on her in the mirror, his steady hand on her shoulder, gave her a sense of contentment.
He was giving her exactly what she needed.
“I love being punished by you, Master! It makes my pussy so wet!”
Her needy, high-pitched voice didn’t sound like herself.
The paddle came down hard right on the top of her thighs. “Whose gorgeous, sopping pussy is it?”
“Yours, Master! Being punished like this makes your pussy so wet!”
“That’s right, girl, keep fingering yourself. I’ll count these for you.”
He brought the paddle down in the hardest stroke yet, making her tip back forward, her hand stilling.
“You better be fingering; I didn’t say stop.”
“Yes, Sir!” She desperately circled her clit, grinding on her fingers, another thwack of the paddle keeping her breath away.
“Show me how needy and desperate you are for this. One.”
She flew backwards to the chair as the paddle crashed against her scorching ass, her fingers kept going, so slick with her juices she was losing purchase.
“Two.”
She hissed as that paddle landed in the middle of her ass, and her hand stopped.
“Get that hand back there right now. Three.“
She did as she was told, just as the paddle sailed against her skin and when it came down again, her skin burned and she whimpered from the pain, from the aching burn in her ass, from the humiliation of being so close to orgasm, all vying for her attention but her mind sunk further into that floaty submissive headspace.
Each thud of the paddle echoed through her body, meeting her ass with a sharp sting, while her fingers worked her clit.
She moved in sync, her hips grinding up and down, but her thoughts heavy with pleasure, infused with the effect of the quiet authority of her Master commanding her to action.
In that place that only Zee could get her to, where she was open and aware and nothing hurt but everything flashed so intensely, so good, she wanted to stay forever. Her body shook with adrenaline, the paddle stinging her flesh.
But she gave into it and her mind floated in that space where she wasn’t aware of how the paddle stung, or how many times it landed. Only the smell of her Master’s cologne, and how high her arousal climbed entered her awareness.
And then he stopped; slowly she came back to awareness of the stinging burning pain.
As if from far away she heard the rip of a wrapper; her mouth salivated, her fingers were still on her swollen pussy but she didn’t come, even though the swelling rise of pleasure buzzed, wanting to break free.
Something cool slid between her legs.
“Fuck it hard, girl.” The handle of the paddle, protected with a condom, came between her legs, right into her slick opening
“Please Master, no!” It wasn’t a no as in stop, it was a needy no full of yes as her cheeks turned red enough to match her ass and she brought her hips down on the handle, grinding on it, moaning so loudly she barely heard Zee.
“That’s it, get it, girl. Fuck yourself with my paddle that walloped your ass and come for me.”
The hard smooth handle hit her in the right spot; Zee held it, pushing down on her shoulder, holding her in place, making her take it.
“You’re so desperate you’ll come on anything, won’t you?” He splayed his palm against her back and pressed his fingertips into her scorching skin.
He caressed her ass, dragging his nails lightly over her sensitive flesh.
She shivered, moaned, stumbled.
But pressed against his touch, needing more from him, wanting him to give her more and hungering for him to soothe the pain he'd cause, the delicious, sweet pain that made her so wet she gushed between her legs.
“How desperate are you?“
“Yes, Master.” She gasped, tears and snot ran down her face, but she didn’t notice or care, as her body grew even hotter, the burn more intense as Zee turned the handle to the other edge.
She was so close, her whole-body aching for release. Her nipples could cut glass.
“How desperate are you?”
“I’m so desperate I’ll fuck anything you tell me to!” Ella roared out the words as Zee pressed the smooth handle of the paddle deeper into her pussy, his thumb finding her clit.
“Now, girl!”
The gravelly spoken order was the permission she needed that released the roll of pleasure that had built up.