Chapter 9 Mira
Mira
The flogger’s first strike snapped across my backside. I flinched, not from pain, but pure shock. Until now, those soft leather tassels had only teased, a whisper of sensation against my skin. This was something entirely different.
I tensed, waiting for another blow. Nothing came. Only the slow, steady cadence of his breathing behind me.
Snap.
This one kissed the front of my thigh, deliberate in placement. I gasped before I could stop myself.
When the hell had he moved in front of me?
How was I expected to stay silent? It wasn’t even something that had crossed my mind when I read the rules.
Another strike licked across my breasts. Then the back of my thighs.
He was everywhere at once. Behind me, in front of me, beside me. I couldn’t track him. The way I was strung up, I couldn’t even move if I wanted to. I couldn’t do anything but take it. That was probably the point.
Each hit came from a new angle, every pause, the anticipation grew. I tried to predict where the next would land, but after a while I stopped trying. There was no pattern. He was always one step ahead, staying just outside my awareness, just outside my control.
And beneath it all, the slow relentless vibration of the bullet in my panties. Not quite on my clit, but close enough to drive me out of my mind. Close enough that I was already soaked.
Each shift of my hips sent a new wave spiraling through me. Teasing, denying, keeping me right there—breathless, aching for whatever he’d do next.
I felt him, before his warm breath hit my neck. “Color Pet?”
My chest heaved with each breath, but I forced out the word. “Green.” God, I’d never felt so alive.
“That’s a good girl.”
The praise hit harder than any strike. If it weren’t for the restraints holding me up, my legs would’ve buckled.
He stayed behind me, close enough that the hard length of his cock pressed against my ass. Bigger than anyone I’d ever been with. The realization sent heat rolling low through my stomach.
His fingers brushed the side of my throat, a glancing, possessive touch, before sliding down to my breasts. He pinched my nipples between his fingers.
I cried out before I could stop myself.
“Tsk, Tsk, little one. Silence is a virtue.”
Tears stung my eyes as he tugged again. Harder this time. I bit down my lip to keep from crying out again. He released them and circled in front of me.
“Color?”
I sniffled, my mind scrambling. Did I want him to stop?
He didn’t rush me. Instead, he tugged down the top of the negligee and lowered his mouth to my sore nipple, his tongue soothing the sting with slow, deliberate strokes.
“Green, Sir.”
His hum vibrated against my skin, a reward in itself. Everything after that blurred between warmth, pain and pressure, teasing, pulling away. He alternated between soothing what he’d just marked and reawakening every nerve with a touch that was never quite enough.
The tension in me coiled tighter and tighter, the bullet vibrations increasing. My breath came in ragged, uneven bursts. Every sound threatening to break free. When his hand moved between my legs, pushing the bullet into my clit, I swore I was going to lose my mind.
My body was on fire, every inch having tasted the flogger.
My nipples burned, but didn’t at the same time.
The cross between the pain, the gentleness and the stimulus was too much.
The fact I hadn’t had sex in over a year wasn’t helping either.
I was so close and in an instant, it was gone.
No vibration, no warmth, nothing but silence.
“Not yet, Pet.”
The words rolled through me like a promise and a threat all at once.
He moved somewhere behind me, the sound of his footsteps a soft shuffle across the floor. I strained to catch anything—cloth sliding, leather creaking, a breath—but nothing gave him away.
And then it hit me.
The voices in my head were gone.
No doubt, no second-guessing. Just silence. Just the sting, the warmth, and the ache of pleasure threaded through pain. Just him.
“Now,” he murmured. “What are we going to do with you being late?”
I closed my eyes, pointless with the blindfold, but the gesture felt instinctual. I really should’ve accepted his offer for the car.
Cold metal grazed my shoulders. A moment later, the delicate fabric of the negligee whispered to the floor.
His hands caressed down my arms, around the curves of my breasts, then nothing. The air hadn’t shifted, so I knew he was still in front of me.
He struck each nipple, each one right after the other.
“Fuck.”
“Pet,” he warned, “the rules?”
He smacked them again, harder this time.
The bullet vibrated again, stronger this time, as his hand moved down to hold it close to my clit.
“Sorry, Sir,” I gasped.
“Do you need to use your safe word?” he asked, circling my clit, dialing the intensity up another notch.
I tried to push closer to his hand; I was so fucking close. “No, Sir. Please.”
And just like before, he moved his hand away, and the vibration stopped.
I whimpered, and I’d be damned if he didn’t chuckle.
“Who owns you tonight, Pet?”
“You do, Sir.” The words came out on a sob, and God, I wanted to beg him to just fuck me and end this exquisite torment.
“What do you want, Pet?” His hand cupped one breast, massaging slowly, while his lips brushed teasing kisses over the other.
“To submit to you, Sir.”
He must have knelt then; a warm breath ghosted over my mound.
“Ask me to make you come.”
“Please, Sir,” I begged, the plea ripping out of me before I could think.
His tongue slid over my core, licking along the soaked fabric of my panties.
“You’re so wet for me,” he growled softly. “God, you’re perfect.”
“Sir—please—I need to come.” The spreader bar holding my legs open kept me from leaning toward him, from chasing the heat of his mouth like I desperately wanted.
In one swift motion he tore my panties away, ripping the delicate fabric clean off. The bullet came with them, both pieces falling uselessly to the floor at my feet.
The beautiful set was ruined—and I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not even a little.
He blew his warm breath on to my wet pussy before pushing the vibrator back to my clit. This one was different. It was metal and was freezing cold.
What had he done? Soaked it in a fucking ice bath?
I tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go, especially when he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close.
I squirmed as the ice and his warm tongue overwhelmed my senses. It was too much.
“Too much—no, please—” The words slipped out before I could stop them.
He chuckled. As the bullet warmed up, he lost it, digging both of his hands into my ass and feasting like a starved man. His tongue took turns, swirling my clit and swiping through my folds. He spread my ass cheeks as his tongue plunged into my pussy. He pulled back, and I felt empty.
So close yet again and he stopped. His hands moved down my legs and undid the cuffs, a metal bar clanging on the floor before he lifted my legs over his shoulders and started back where he left off.
I tightened my legs around him as he pushed a finger into me and pumped with the rhythm his mouth set.
Not long after he pushed in another finger.
Don’t come. Don’t come.
Oh, god, a third finger, it burned. He sped up, not relenting and my walls tightened around his fingers as he pulled his mouth from my clit.
“Come for me, Pet.”
As soon as the last word was out, he latched on to my swollen bundle of nerves again and scraped his teeth across.
My entire body tightened as my head fell back and I screamed, not worried about the punishment.
I slowed through my spasms as he lapped up my release, and as my body started to relax, he repeated the process, hard on my clit this time.
He sucked, scrapped, flicked and fucked me with his fingers brutally that I was quickly coming again and there was nothing I could do to stop from falling over that cliff again.
“I can’t, please.” I shook my head, but even before I got the words out, it hit me like a wave, and if I hadn’t already been in the dark, it would have because I didn’t remember what happened next as everything floated away until there was nothing.