Chapter 14 Sebastian
Sebastian
Ihad wanted her to go into tonight with her eyes wide open, figuratively, at least.
Last week she hadn’t seen the room, hadn’t seen the implements I used, hadn’t known what was coming. This time was different.
Tonight I’d watched her take in every detail before she stepped toward the cross. No coaxing. No hesitation. She went willingly, understanding exactly what she was choosing.
It mattered.
The flogger was one of my favorite tools.
It had the option to tickle or hurt like a son of a bitch, depending how I used it.
My first strike hit harder, getting her attention, but then I backed off as I swung back and forth, hitting a new area each time from her back to her calves and everything in between.
After her skin had warmed, I changed my position, and the next strikes were delivered with more force. Her backside had taken on a lovely pink hue, heat blooming beneath every mark.
Mira stayed quiet. Only the smallest sounds escaped her.
Good. That pleased me. A submissive’s surrender created a sacred trust.
I set the flogger aside and kneaded one flushed cheek, the warmth of her skin radiating against my palm.
“Color, Pet?” I asked as I nuzzled into the crook of her neck, my lips nipping her skin.
She drew a shaky breath. “Green, Sir.”
A smile tugged at my mouth. I gripped her hair, guiding her face toward mine.
“Such a good Pet.”
I leaned in until my lips brushed hers. I took advantage, capturing her mouth, my tongue claiming the sounds she didn’t realize she made. It wasn’t a kiss, not really. Kissing was personal, intimate. Something I couldn’t allow myself with her.
This was a lesson in surrender, not an invitation to lose myself. Or at least that's what I told myself.
Still… she met me without hesitation. Every shift of her mouth answered mine, and when I drew back and caught her lower lip gently between my teeth, a quiet sound escaped her.
Such a natural. She didn’t have to try to submit. She simply did.
My fingers traced slowly down the length of her spine, tracing the tremor that followed each touch. Her body read like a series of signals. Tension, anticipation, restraint. All without a single word.
I stepped back and stilled. The only sound in the room was her breathing. She didn't know what came next, but she waited. Her breath steadied, and I carefully reached for the riding crop and smirked. Tonight I'd see how far I could push her.
The first strike landed with precision, just enough to draw her focus sharply inward. She tensed, her jaw tightening as she absorbed the sensation. No sound. No protest.
Good.
The next one hit the meaty part of her shoulders, followed by the back of her thighs and light swats on her calves.
She pulled subtly against her restraints but didn't call out. She did, however, squirm, her hips trying to find some friction. I wondered how wet she was. Would I slide right in? I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, needing to concentrate on the here and now; otherwise I’d embarrass myself.
The light swishes of the crop cut through the quiet as it peppered both ass cheeks until she was nice and warmed up, slipping her into the headspace I wanted her in. When her breath found its rhythm, I set the crop aside and reached for the belt, snapping it behind her.
The crack of leather through the air made her jolt, a small gasp escaping before she could stop it.
Leaning in, I gripped her hair in my free hand and tugged her head toward me, stopping about an inch from her ear.
"So fucking beautiful." Her body eased at the words, the tension melting just slightly beneath my hand.
I slipped the belt around the front of her neck to see what she'd do.
Just enough for her to feel the weight. No pressure, no danger, only the thought of what could be.
She gulped, stilling. I didn't tighten it but pulled back slightly.
Her body trembled as I ran my hands down her torso and between her thighs, to her warmth.
She sucked in a breath when I ran my fingers over the damp fabric. She liked this. Oh, the things we’d explore together.
"I'm going to mark you with my belt, then I want to reward you.”
"Yes, Sir,” she said.
I stepped back again and took her in. God, she was beautiful. Her skin flushed a lovely shade of pink, the faint lines from the crop already swelling. I couldn’t wait to see the marks my belt would leave.
"I'm going to give you ten." She had done nothing to warrant punishment, at least nothing she knew of, but this wasn’t about that. It was about trust.
She whimpered, and I paused.
"Color, Pet?"
"Green, Sir."
She shifted a bit on her heels, and I swung, hitting the fleshy part of her ass, followed by a matching one on the other side.
I watched her reaction to see if it had been too much, appreciating the welts forming on her ass. The next two were faster and harder. She tensed, and I paused until she relaxed again before I gave her two more.
“Yellow,” she sobbed.
The belt hit the floor before the last syllable left her mouth. I was next to her in seconds; the world narrowing to the sound of her breathing.
I was beside her instantly, one hand steadying her while the other brushed the hair from her damp cheek. I uncapped a bottle of water and brought it to her lips.
“Drink.”
She obeyed, still trembling, water spilling over her chin. I wiped it gently with my thumb.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Good girl. Breathe. You’re safe. Tell me what you need.”
She inhaled shakily. “A minute, Sir.”
She leaned into my hand as she steadied her breathing. She took one last breath and righted herself, nodding.
"Four more?" she asked.
"You up for it?" I needed to be sure—that she wanted this.
She wet her lips with her tongue. "Yes, Sir."
This was a surprise. There was a quiet strength in her—one I hadn’t fully accounted for.
I caressed her back, moving down to her ass, squeezing it. She moaned. I nuzzled her neck before stepping back and picking up the belt.
My cock pushed against the fabric of my pants. It had been ages since I’d done this, and something about Mira was different. She wasn’t just any submissive.
Four more. Her fists tightened when the next strike came.
They were not as hard as the previous ones but would still leave marks.
The last two hit under the previous ones.
Except for the quiet sobs, she didn't make any other sounds.
When I set the belt aside, she sagged forward into the restraints with a quiet, exhausted exhale.
I quickly released her ankles, checked her blindfold, and undid the cuffs around her wrists one at a time. The moment the last cuff loosened, her body gave out, but in a heartbeat I cradled her in my arms and walked across the room to the bed and laid her down gently.
Her body trembled as she quietly sobbed. She’d done so well. I traced circles on her wrists where the cuffs had been.
“You did beautifully,” I murmured.
I brushed slow circles along her wrists where the cuffs had been, letting the rhythm soothe her. Her breath hitched, then eased. I moved my hands up her arms, then down again, mapping calm into her trembling body.
“Shhh! Little one.”
She let out a shaky breath; the tension draining from her.
I ran my finger just under the hem of her bra, smiling when she squeezed her legs together.
“Color?” I whispered in her ear.
She turned her face toward my face. “Green,” she whispered back, her chest heaving with each breath.
Relief and something far more dangerous washed through me.
I cupped her cheek, letting her feel the warmth of my hand before lowering my mouth to hers. The kiss wasn’t about hunger—it was about grounding her, claiming the moment, showing her she’d done more than endure. She’d trusted me.
While our mouths moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm, I eased the tension from her shoulders, guiding her gently.
“Let me reward you,” I murmured against her skin, letting my lips trail from her mouth to the curve of her jaw, then lower, mapping calm and reassurance into every place I touched.
“Raise your hands above your head and keep them there.”
She hesitated only a breath, her muscles still trembling, before she obeyed. The obedience itself was a gift, one she offered with a mixture of exhaustion and want.
“Can I reward you, Pet?” I swirled my tongue around her hard nipple, smiling as she arched into me.
“Please, Sir,” she pleaded.
A smile curved my mouth before I could stop it. She was trying for composure, trying to follow the rules, but desire pulled at her anyway—visible in the shift of her body, the tremor in her breath, the restless tension in her limbs.
“So eager,” I murmured, brushing my fingers along her side in a slow, soothing stroke. “Just remember… my rules still apply.”
Her lips curved into a soft, helpless smile she didn’t mean to show me—one that hit me harder than anything else tonight.
So much for getting her out of my system.