Chapter 46
KADENCE
Annika and the guys disappeared into the club to get ready to perform, but I waited outside in the truck.
I asked Annika if we could be late because apparently, I was a glutton for punishment.
Blaize said not to be late, so I decided to be late just to see what Blaize would do to me.
I’m excited, a little scared, and even more turned on than I was when I was getting ready.
Asking Annika for a trench coat without telling her why I needed it was hard, but she gave me Theo’s without asking questions.
She did tell me a story involving her and no clothes. Kinda like me right now.
I took a deep breath, pulling the trench coat tighter as Big Mike held the door open for me.
He flashed me a toothy smile as I skipped inside.
Delaying anymore was pointless. We only had one night together, and I wanted her to give me everything she could.
Hunter looked at me and smirked, holding a key with her index finger.
“It took her a little longer than I expected.”
I gave her a perplexed look. “You made a bet?”
She laughed, shaking her head. “No. I knew she’d cave eventually. You better get in there. Blaize doesn’t like being kept waiting.”
I nodded, taking the key from her and running my finger on the gold pendent.
Room 127.
The closer I got, the louder my heart thumped in my chest. My fingers closed around the handle, inserting the key and slowly opening the door as I exhaled.
The room was surprisingly cozy, given the things that happened there. A canopy bed, a small nightstand next to it, and what I was assuming was a bathroom behind a black door on the opposite corner. Mahogany wood floors, onyx curtains, and blood-red sheets.
And in the center, with her legs crossed looking at her watch, was Blaize.
Her gaze met mine, and she didn’t look too pleased with me.
She kicked her leg and planted her feet onto the hardwood, leaning on her elbows and intertwining her fingers together.
She only had a few buttons secured on her top, so I got a full view of her cleavage. The sight made my knees weak.
“You’re late.”
“I’m sorry.” Her lip twitched.
“You will be. Take the jacket off and kneel.” I untied the jacket’s knot, pushing the heavy fabric off my shoulders and onto the floor, leaving me in nothing but a lace thong and black heels.
Slowly, I walked up to her, keeping my eyes on the floor.
My knees hit the wood and I opened my legs slightly, placing my palms on my thighs.
She grabbed my chin, forcing my eyes to meet hers.
Her scent invaded my scenes. Honey, lemon, and whiskey. She leaned in dangerously close to me.
“Are you prepared for everything I plan on doing to you tonight?”
“Yes, Blaize.”
“Mistress. In this room, you will only address me as mistress.”
“Yes, mistress.” The word rolled off of my tongue perfectly.
“This is a one-time thing. You gave me free rein, but what are your hard limits?”
I think for a minute. I knew there were a lot of aspects to this community and a lot of things I didn’t understand. “I don’t know.”
She cocked her brow. “What do you not want me to do to you?”
“I don’t know. I just know I want you to touch me.”
“Oh, I’m going to, but I need to know what you like. Impact play? Temperature control? Toys?”
I bit my lower lip. “I think I like it all. I’m willing to try anything once…”
She nodded. “How many times have you orgasmed in a night?”
“Uhm. It depended on my partner. With women I orgasmed more, but I wasn’t using sex for pleasure.
I used it for self-harm to keep my mind quiet.
” I winced, realizing I was trauma dumping on this woman.
“Uhm, real orgasms, maybe three times? I faked a lot, too, when the sex was bad or I wanted to get out of there.”
I never had an emotional connection with any person I was with, so the sex was mediocre.
The men got off easily. I knew my pussy was made of gold for how quickly they finished, but it left me unsatisfied.
Women were better, but even after an orgasm, I left unsatisfied.
I needed something from them that I failed to receive—intimacy.
In the end, it was how I wanted it. I needed one thing at the time.
“You do realize I am going to bring you lots of pleasure tonight.” I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. It was exactly what I wanted.
“What’s your safe word?”
I sighed. “Ocean.”
She lifted her brow, curiosity flickering across her face. “That's different.”
I shrugged. “Your safe word is when you don’t like something or when you want to stop. I don’t like the ocean.”
She stood up, signaling for me to stand as well.
She walked me to the canopy bed and ran her hand down my arm.
“Bend over the bed, princess.” I bent over the bed; my hands stayed at my side and I parted my legs slightly.
My skin tensed as Blaize ran her fingers down my spine.
“I am going to fuck you senseless tonight, drawing out every one of your orgasms until you can’t take anymore.
You will have pleasure, but first you need to be punished. ”
Her hand came down hard across my ass and upper thighs, leaving a sweet stinging sensation in its wake. “Ow!” I cried out. I felt her rub my ass, comforting the sting.
“My hand hurts a lot less than a paddle or a flogger. You were seventeen minutes late, so that’s seventeen spankings. You will count out loud each one, and thank me.”
“Yes, mistress,” I breathed out.
“Be a good girl and take your punishment so I can reward you properly.” Oh, fuck me. Her hand came down, smacking my other cheek, sounding like the crackle of fire. “Two. Thank you, mistress.”
One after one, she smacked my ass and thighs until I was squirming under her touch and moaning out before she got to ten. My fists clenched the red silk bedding as my pussy screamed in desire. How the hell could spanking cause this kind of reaction?
“Mmgh, sixteen. Thank you, mistress.” One final smack, and I felt like I was going to explode. A throaty moan escaped my lips and my pussy clenched around nothing. “Oh, God. Seventeen. Thank you, mistress.”
She fell to the floor, her hands going up and down my thighs, soothing the burning sensation. I felt her lips on the inside of my thigh, leaving scorching kisses. “Your ass turns such a beautiful shade of red.” Her lips moved up and she bit my left ass cheek gently. “Such a good girl.”
She flipped me over surprisingly easily and nuzzled her body between my legs as her soft hands caressed my face. Blaize’s stare was intense yet intoxicating at the same time. “May I kiss you?”
Why was she asking me? She has stolen two from me already.
I sucked in a breath. “Please, mistress.”
There was a wicked gleam in her eyes that made my heart skip a beat, but before I could react or even breathe, her soft lips were finally on mine.
Suddenly, her tongue forced my mouth open.
I could taste the whiskey on her tongue, and I moaned into her mouth as our tongues danced together.
Kissing her was electrifying. Addicting.
Unlike the first time we kissed, this one was softer, passionate but still hungry and devouring.
She pulled away, and I took in the deep breath that I was holding as her fingers trailed down my neck, her chest heaving, out of breath with lust.
“We’ll start slow.” Her long fingers trailed down my naked belly. “Then onto more. You will tell me if I’m too rough.” I nodded, trying to go for another kiss, but she stopped looking at me.
“I want you to be rough, mistress.” Her lips wrapped around my right breast and she bit my sensitive flesh—hard. She was proving her point. A soft whimper escaped from my lips, and she looked back at me.
“Don’t be a brat. You can enjoy these orgasms or continue to be denied.”
She looped her fingers inside my thong, and I took a breath. “What's it going to be, princess?”
“I’ll be good, mistress.”
She ripped the thin material clean off, tossing my panties to the side before her middle and ring finger ran up my center. “You are drenched for me, princess.”
I expected her to slip her fingers inside my pussy, but instead, she slid down my body, positioning herself comfortably between my thighs.
She glanced at the scars on my thighs, and I winced, waiting to hear a retort or remark about them.
Instead, she kissed them, her lips lingering on the pale scars, before moving up.
“Patience,” she said as she leaned forward, running her tongue up my center. Blaize’s tongue circled my clit, and I let out a breathy moan. She groaned. “I knew you would taste like fucking sin.”
She got comfortable between my thighs, wrapping her arms around me.
I glanced down at her between my thighs, and holy hot damn…
she looked perfect. She continued to tease me, her mouth showing minimal love to my deprived clit, but her teeth gently grazed my thighs.
Blaize said to have patience, but how the hell did she think I could handle edging when I’d been desperate for her touch since the night in the public playroom? If she wanted me to beg, I would.
“Blaize, please,” I whimpered, desperation falling from my tongue like rain on a parched ground.
She peeked up at me, and my soul left my body when a wicked glint flashed in her eyes.
I moaned loudly when she flattened her mouth on my needy clit.
She was still teasing me, but she was giving me just enough.
Her hands grip my thighs harder, burying her face deeper as her lips latched around me, sucking hard.
I was soaked from our make out session, on the brink of release.
“Oh God!” My fingers dug into the sheets as pleasure rippled through me.
God, her mouth was better than I could ever imagine.
She said I tasted like sin, but her mouth was the devil, and I would proudly commit the ultimate sins to keep feeling like this.
Every thrust, suck, and flick of her tongue, made my body go absolutely berserk.
It had been a long time since my body had felt like this.
When she slipped two fingers inside me and curled them, I let out an embarrassingly loud moan.
How the hell was she this talented at making me come apart?
This was the tip of the iceberg. I knew she could do so much more to me.
She sucked my clit harder, pumping inside me faster and my world was about to shatter.
“Fuck,” I screamed out as I felt my pussy clench around her.
My hands went to her hair, thrusting my hips against her, feeling my body tense as my orgasm bubbled.
This one was going to hurt, I could feel it.
I hadn’t come like this in a while, even when I would touch myself. This was something entirely different.
“Oh, oh, God. Please, don’t stop.”
And she didn’t. She devoured me and fucked me like an animal until I screamed out her name and came hard around her fingers.
She released my clit, pulled her fingers from me, and I whimpered.
I needed more. She crawled up my body, tapping her fingers against my bottom lip.
I wrapped my mouth around them, sucking them clean.
Blaize watched me with lustful eyes as I hungrily devoured my own euphoria off her.
“We both fucked up, but there’s no going back now.”