Chapter 45
KADENCE
Blaize said she was on her way home, so I had a little less than an hour to get ready.
I blow dried my hair and let my natural curls fall down my back in a waterfall of turquoise.
I’d never been much of a makeup girl, but I lined my eyes with a charcoal black liner and add a few coats of mascara, enhancing my natural eyes.
If she made me cry tonight from pleasure, my face would be covered in smear marks, but I wouldn’t be mad about it.
I could already see it now—me on my knees, tears streaking down my face, as Blaize continued to please me over and over again.
I wondered how many I could do tonight before tapping out.
Just for fun, I added more mascara with a wicked glint in my eyes, and walked out to her office.
Kneeling on the floor of her office for an hour made my legs go numb, causing them to feel like TV static.
If she didn’t get here soon, it wouldn't be sexy when I was falling on my face.
I wanted it to be a surprise when she walked in and saw me on my knees, in only a thong and stiletto heels, like a perfect submissive.
After ten minutes of resting on my side, I finally heard the heels of her boots as she came upstairs. I scrambled, getting in position once more, placing my palms down on my thighs and looking at the floor. Thank God she loved being a badass who lived in heeled boots.
I didn’t take it into consideration that she wouldn’t be alone, so hopefully no one was with her, or they would get a free show.
Her door opened and she stepped into her office.
“Kadence?” I refused to move until she made the command.
“Look at me.” Slowly, I lifted my head to meet her eyes.
“Good girl. Now can you tell me why you are half-naked on my office floor?”
“I want you to use me. I want us to forget reality for a little while.”
“What?”
I grabbed her hand as she caressed my cheek. “You’re angry. I’m hurting. I want to learn this with you and experience more.”
Shock riddled her features. “Kadence, I can’t. I…I—”
“I trust you. I like the pain, and I want to try more. I give you free rein as long as you tell me what you're doing beforehand. I love you, and I hate seeing you like this. I want you to stop being so strong and just fall apart, but know I’ll be here to catch you.”
She nodded. “Crawl to the playroom, princess.”
I fell to my hands and knees, crawling towards the playroom. “Yes, mistress,” I purred, glancing back and wiggling my ass. She smirked, shaking her head and swatting my ass, hard.
She opened the door to her room, and I crawled to the center, going back to my kneeling position.
Blaize circled me, petting my hair before saying, “Up.” I stood on shaky legs.
She steadied me, her body pressing against mine as she grabbed my jaw and slammed her lips to mine.
This woman was enough to drive me insane.
Blaize looped her fingers into the side of my thong and tugged the drenched fabric down my legs until it puddled at my feet.
“What’s your safe word, princess?”
“Ocean.”
“Good girl. I’m going to bind your wrists with rope,” she informed me as she grabbed my wrists. I nodded, and she turned around to walk to the wardrobe, coming back with silk rope, a blindfold, and nipple chains.
The rope was soft as she tied my wrists together in a crossed form, tight enough to keep them secure, but not too tight that I lost circulation.
Blaize lifted my arms above my head, attaching the rope to a bronze hook.
Once my hands were fully secure, I was stretched.
If I didn’t have my dancing heels on, I’d be swaying with the hook.
Blaize secured my ankles to a spreader bar, spreading me wide, adding tension with the hook and making it difficult to move. Her fingers trailed down my belly, sending chills up my spine. Her hand moved slowly to my pussy, before she slid her middle finger through my slick pussy lips.
“Delicious. You’re dripping for me, princess.” She sucked her finger into her mouth, and I wished she was on her knees between my legs devouring me instead. “I’m going to blindfold you now.”
“Yes, mistress.”
The moment my world went dark, my other senses became heightened.
Now that I couldn’t see her, the anticipation made my skin tingle, and my pussy screamed with need.
I could hear her stalking around me. I envisioned her watching me like a lioness on the prowl with her eyes set on me—her defenseless, needy prey, and I was ready to sink into her attack.
Her hot mouth latched onto my left nipple, but she was gone before I could process it.
A pained gasp escaped my lips as I felt the sweet sting of a nipple clamp.
She did the same to my right nipple as I took in ragged breaths that made the chain move and pull.
My belly tightened as my body got adjusted to the clamps.
“You look so beautiful like this, princess, but I have one more finishing touch. Are you ready?”
I sucked my bottom lip before nodding, but I knew she needed words. “Y-yes, mistress.” I wasn’t scared. I was incredibly turned on and itching to know what else she has planned for me.
Her hand went lower once again, and in its wake, I felt something cool rest on my belly.
I thought she was on her knees in front of me as her lips brushed against my spread thighs.
Her mouth licked and nipped my pussy, flicking my clit in teasing motions.
I moved my hips, gasping as the clamps tugged my over-sensitized nipples.
Blaize smacked my pussy, and my body jolted.
Then she placed a third clamp directly onto my clit.
A sound escaped my lips that was a mixture of a strangled moan and whimper as the new sensation coiled through my body.
With every move my body made, the chain got tugged slightly.
“You’re doing so good, princess,” she praised.
“Thank you, mistress.”
“I’m going to use the riding crop on you. It’ll hurt, but I’ll go as gently as I can, okay? Don’t come until I give you permission. Also, you have your safe word. But with the crop, you tell me a color. Green means you are fine, yellow means you need a break, and red means stop.”
“Yes, mistress.”
There was a heavy silence as I tried to listen to the room, but I couldn’t focus on anything past my racing heart.
I squealed at the impact of leather on my right ass cheek.
The crop felt nothing like a regular spank—it was more concentrated in the area that the leather impacted.
She hit my other cheek, and I gasped and flinched, the movement pulling at the clamps, sending painful pleasure to my pussy and nipples.
I knew I was drenched, and we didn’t even start yet.
The leather dragged up my inner thighs, smacking my sensitive skin every few seconds, then she smacked my pussy.
The clamp bit into me, causing me to jerk and scream when all three clamps tugged.
It was a sweet pleasure-filled pain that was driving me insane.
I never thought it would be possible to come from pain alone, but it may happen tonight when I was allowed.
What would she do if I failed to listen and orgasmed?
“Color, princess.”
“Green, mistress.”
A moan escaped my lips as she smacked my left breast with the wet leather, before striking the other one.
She alternated her hits from left to right until my nipples throbbed and pleasure soared directly to my clit.
Then Blaize stopped suddenly. My hands grasped the air above the restraints as the clamps pinched my most sensitive parts.
The sound of the crop slicing through the air whistled before it hit my left ass cheek.
She alternated the crop from my bruised ass, to my soaked cunt, and my sore nipples.
Her hand wasn’t as heavy, but the repeated strikes hurt more.
Blaize continued to rain blow after blow on my over-sensitized skin until tears were soaking the blind fold and I was arching away from the crop.
The pain had slowly fizzled from intense pleasure to a vicious pain, but I wanted to hold on longer.
When the crop smacked the inside of my left thigh, I screamed. “Red! Red! Red!”
I heard the crop fall to the floor, clattering on the hardwood as I sobbed. Why was I crying? Blaize quickly removed the blindfold, and instantly my head fell, not wanting her to see me sobbing like this. I wanted to be better for her.
Her hand slid under my chin and gently lifted my face to meet her intense gaze. “You did a wonderful job, princess.”
“I tapped out.”
“Baby, you wanted it to stop. You don’t have to force yourself to do something just to make me happy. Besides, your ass is pretty red and you may be bruised tomorrow, but I’ll take care of you.”
I nodded. “Can you make me come, mistress?”
In a swiftness I’d never seen her use, she removed one of the clamps, causing me to scream as blood rushed back to the deprived bud.
I moaned into her when her mouth soothed the screaming pain.
She did the exact same to the other one before falling to her knees.
This time, I could see her on her knees, and fuck me, it was a sight to see.
When a dominant woman, my dominant woman, got on her knees, I was ready to commit ungodly acts just for the praise to continue.
She removed the final clamp, and I hissed out in agony.
Those things were tiny but fucking mighty.
Blaize skipped foreplay, closing her mouth around my clit, sucking hard and almost taking my soul with her.
My skin was buzzing and my clit was desperate as she alternated between sucking and licking.
At one point, she grazed her teeth across my sensitive bud.
Release was taunting me, pulling me closer and closer to the edge.
Part of me expected her to stop, continuing this deprivation until I was begging her to come.
My arms were still bound and I couldn’t move, but I wanted to pull her deeper into me, grind my hips on her face until I was chasing my pleasure.
She delved in like a voracious animal, lapping and devouring me like she had been deprived of my taste as much as I'd been desperate for her touch.
I whimpered as I tried and failed to rock my hips into her.
She was worshiping me, but goddamnit, I wanted her to push me over the edge of ecstasy.
“Blaize, please. Please.”
She peered up at me, her mouth still on my clit, and I could die now because nothing would beat this sight.
Someone up there was repaying me for a shitty upbringing because there was no chance in hell I would ever deserve a woman like Blaize Matthews.
She speared two fingers inside me, hitting my G-spot as she continued to vigorously suck my clit.
I pulled my restraints, my back arching as black dots danced across my vision, and I came hard.
“Fuck, fuck, Blaize!” I screamed as she lapped up my release.
When she removed the spreader bar and freed my arms, I fell into her, her firm grip holding me tight. She gently wrapped her hand around my throat and smashed her lips to mine. Our tongues danced in a symphony as my taste mixed with hers.
“Do we need to stop?”
I shook my head, desperate in my movement. “No. I want more. Please. But I don’t want to use that for a while. Can you fuck me like your dirty whore, mistress?”
“Are you sure?”
“I trust you. And this time, it’s consensual.
I’m not afraid of sex when it’s with you.
Everything I want is consensual, and if it gets to be too much, I’ll use my safe word.
” She nodded, walking over to her dresser and grabbing a harness.
I bit my lip, but the words spring free before I can stop them.
“Blaize, can you be naked too? I love you in a suit, but I want to see how wet fucking me makes you.”
She lifted her arms as an invitation, waiting for me to walk to her.
Quickly, I rose to my feet and made my way to her, realizing I was still in my heels, but I didn't care. I’d always wanted to be fucked while only wearing heels.
I slowly unbuttoned her shirt, keeping eye contact with her as I pushed the fabric over her shoulders.
Blaize never wore bras, so my eyes dropped to her pert breasts and my mouth watered.
I was drooling, but I obeyed and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them down her long, lean legs, and looping my fingers into the sides of her panties.
This felt more intimate than sex. It felt like Christmas morning, opening my favorite present when I saw her pussy—dripping and needy for me.
I was one lucky woman.