Chapter 12 Victoria #2
I reach for the leather handcuffs. I slide the first around her left wrist, close it, then repeat the same on the right. When I am done, I attach them with the carabiners.
“I am going to remove your trousers,” I tell her and open the button. She freezes instantly.
“Do you not want me to do it?” I asks.
“It’s just—“ she stammers, “I—um”
“Form words,” I order her.
“I don’t have matching underwear, and I’m…I’m not shaved—I didn’t plan—didn’t think you—“
I grasp her chin.
“Listen closely, I do not wish you to shave for me. I wish you to be you, whatever it is you desire. I prefer a full bush, you understand?”
“Yes,” she breathes out, and I release her chin to go back to my undressing endeavours.
The trousers slide to the ground, and I kneel to remove her loafers and help her out of them.
When I get back up, I caress with my fingers up her legs, and she shivers from it. My hand wanders further up her back, and I step around her, pushing the table slightly out of the way with my foot.
I stand behind her without touching her. She can feel my presence because she leans in ever so slightly. And I could just let her and kiss her neck from behind. But I don’t. Instead, I push her onto the sofa.
She shrieks before she lands on the leather, kneeling, her arms caught on the backrest.
I breathe out as I see those full, round buttocks with an arched back presenting to me.
Oh, to dive my face into that arse right now!
Instead, I take the flogger and let it glide over her body, down her arse, over the back of her legs.
“I will—as you called it—hit you—with the flogger ten times,” I tell her.
“I dare say you will see it it not hitting at all, but rather an explosion of lust. I will start softly and will intensify the strikes. You will count and say thank you after every strike, like the good girl you are. You will use your safe word if it is too much. Confirm you understand.”
“I understand, Mistress,” she breathes out, and I place myself properly so I can strike the right way.
Slap.
She moves from the sensation and arches her back even more before she says, “One, thank you, Mistress.”
I strike again, this time slightly stronger.
Slap.
“Two, thank you, Mistress.”
Another slap.
“Three, thank you, Mistress.”
When we reach the fifth, I intensify the strike once more.
Slap.
“Six, thank you, Mistress.”
Arousal spreads through me as I see the redness appearing on her arse.
She shivers, and I watch her for a moment before I strike again.
“How close to the soft limit are you?” I ask.
“Not close at all,” she says.
“Your body tells me otherwise,” I say. “Are you lying?”
“No, I am not, it’s just very…arousing,” she says and hides her face between her arms.
A silent huff escapes me, and before she can think any more about it, I strike again.
Slap.
“Seven, thank you, Mistress.”
Slap.
“Eight, thank you, Mistress.”
She bends back, and a moan trails into my ears. She is actually enjoying it.
Slap.
“Nine, thank you, Mistress.”
For the last one, I use all the power I have. I want to test her boundaries.
Slap.
She shrieks and gasps before she says, “Ten, thank you, Mistress.”
She rests bend over the backrest of the sofa, breathing heavily. I lean over her, grasp her by the roots of her hair and pull her into a vertical kneeling position on the sofa.
A smile hushes over her face.
I remove the neckerchief around her eyes and sit on the sofa.
“Sit on my lap,” I order her, and she crawls onto me, without sitting down properly.
“You are not too heavy,” I say. “Sit down, properly.”
She does as told, and only then do I open the handcuffs' carabiners.
She watches my every move closely.
“I wish for you to look me in the eye for what is about to happen. Whatever you feel, you will not break eye contact.”
She nods. Her eyes shimmer, and I cannot wait to watch her come.
My hands trail over her thighs, around her arse, and for one infinite moment, I believe I have arrived in heaven.
I roll my hips slightly to animate her to do the same with hers. I guide her movement with my hands and push her slightly to the side until I can feel her heated clit burning my thigh.
She gasps, and it takes all her willpower not to throw her head back.
I push and roll her hips over my leg in a slow rhythm, back and forth.
Her cheeks get redder.
Her eyes glitter with a million shades of lust.
Her breaths are heavier, slowly becoming moans.
She moves her hips on her own, and I take my hands to cup her beautiful heart-shaped face and pull her into me until our noses touch.
She looks at me pleadingly as she rolls her hip for one last time over my leg and then snaps into the state of pure relief.
She throws her head back as one deep moan rumbles through her body. I do not care about any rule-enforcing, right now.
This is what I wanted to watch.
I wander with my hands around her waist to her back and kiss her from her abdomen up to her collarbone.
“This is what my lifestyle is about,” I whisper against her skin.
She brings her head back up, and her eyes radiate such purity of emotions over me that I know that this is something different.
A smile I do not know of myself tugs on my mouth, and while there are all these words I could say, some moments require silence, and this moment right here does.