Chapter 15 Mira
Mira
Iarched into him as he took my nipple into his warm mouth. The ache along my back and thighs burned hotter than any sunburn I'd ever had. The silk sheets cooled my skin, but my ass, God, I didn’t know if it would ever be the same.
It had hurt more than I’d expected, but I wasn’t sure what I had expected when I walked into the room tonight.
Everyone had said that he’d stop the moment I used my safe word.
When the belt struck the sixth time, all I needed was to catch my breath.
I didn’t want him to stop completely, so I’d used yellow and braced myself for the next blow, but it never came.
He’d pushed pause and checked on me. His voice had been gentle, almost soothing.
Never disappointed, never making me feel like I’d somehow failed him.
I gasped when he pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger but swallowed my yelp. But then he soothed the sting with his mouth, and the contradiction unraveled me. Pain and pleasure in the same breath—nothing in my life had ever felt like this, and all I wanted was more.
The bed dipped as he moved away. Instinct made me reach for him, but I caught myself, forcing my arms to remain above my head where he’d placed them.
He was close. I heard the heavy drag of his breath, matching mine. Something brushed my ankle briefly then disappeared. A moment later, it skimmed the inside of my thigh before the bed shifted again under his weight.
His hands slid into the sides of my panties.
I held still, breathing him in, aching, waiting to see what came next.
He slid my panties down my legs slower than I’d liked, then followed his tracks in reverse with soft, deliberate nips up my calf to my inner thigh.
His fingers dug into me as he spread me open, and his hot breath washed over my core.
Never in my life had I ever been this turned on, and it wasn’t going to take me long to fall over the edge.
His tongue swiped in between my folds, and I arched toward him until he pushed me down.
“Don’t come until I tell you.” He punctuated it with a flick of his tongue against my clit.
Easier said than done. I’d been right on the edge before he even untied me. I fisted the sheets above my head while he sucked, licked, flicked, nipped—claiming every inch of my pussy like he owned it. I wasn’t going to last. I couldn’t last. And just as the wave crested—
He stopped.
Damn it all to hell.
“Not yet.”
The next time, he pushed one finger inside me, slow and searching, then a second. His mouth returned to my clit, sucking and flicking in a rhythm that shot straight through me. I climbed fast, dizzy, ready to break—but again, just as release trembled at the edge of my spine, he pulled away.
By the time I caught my breath, he started again—adding a third finger this time, stretching me, opening me. That delicious burn bloomed with every thrust, every drag of his hand.
Was he going to let me come this time? My mind was blank. Nothing but him and the orgasm he kept me chasing. My core tightened, and he stopped again.
“Master, please." The words slipped out before I could stop them.
He moved away from the bed, and the cold air rushed against my skin. A helpless whimper escaped me. I wanted to apologize, but his rule was silence and I’d already broken it.
I turned my head from one side to the other, searching for a sound, all while every square inch of my body ached for him, for his touch, for my release.
The silence stretched between us until I could hear nothing but my own heartbeat. Had he left me? Was this the punishment for breaking his rules?
Every nerve was strung so tight that I feared it would break loose at any moment. My core throbbed, desperate begging for release.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
My head jerked toward his voice. The crinkle of a foil wrapper sent relief and heat flooding through me. He was going to do it. He was actually going to fuck me.
His hands wrapped around my ankles, and he pushed my legs up, folding me easily, settling them in the crook of his arm. He dragged his hard cock through my slick folds.
When he pushed into me, I couldn’t stop the moan that tore out of me. Even soaked the way I was, the stretch burned—sweet, sharp, perfect. He paused only long enough for my body to take him, then pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in, harder.
I clutched the sheets above my head, the only thing keeping me from reaching for him.
I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out.
His controlled thrusts pushed me toward my release again. Never in my life had I experienced anything like this, and the man pushing me toward my limits was a complete stranger.
My core tightened, and he stilled. I felt his gaze on me.
I squirmed, desperate for friction, for anything.
My body relaxed, and my breathing slowed. When he finally moved again, he pushed my legs further into my chest, angling his hips and hit a new spot with each thrust. I wasn't sure I'd survive if I didn't come soon.
My hands ached from gripping the sheets.
His controlled thrusts became hurried, and the next thing I knew, his hand clutched my throat. Panic spiked through me. His grip tightened, cutting off my next breath. His lips brushed my ear, and I forced out a ragged "please" before my world started to spin.
"Come, Pet."
My orgasm, while it had been building all night, and with those two words, the tight coil inside me snapped. My body shattered around him. He released my throat, grabbing my hip as he shifted, and his pelvic bone hit my clit with each thrust.
"Oh, Master, Sir."
"Fuck," he grunted.
He moved his hand from my hip to between our bodies, and before the first orgasm had fully ebbed, he pushed me headlong into another. My whole body arched as it ripped through me.
He held himself deep, stilled, and came with a low groan, our bodies locked together.
I’d come here tonight to understand myself, maybe even silence the noise in my head. He’d done that… and so much more.
He shifted, easing me onto my side as he slipped out of me. The bed dipped, and panic pricked hot behind my eyes. Was he leaving? Already?
I tried to move, but my limbs wouldn’t cooperate. My body still trembled from the aftershocks.
He cupped my cheek, grounding me, then sat back on the bed. When he gently spread my legs, I whimpered. Everything was too sensitive. I wasn't sure I'd survive anymore.
A warm cloth touched between my thighs, and my breath shuddered. He cleaned me with slow, careful strokes. The man who had wielded a belt with unflinching precision was now washing me like something precious. My legs fell open, unbidden, as he wiped down my inner thighs, my sore, spent core.
No one had ever done that for me.
Tears spilled again before I could stop them. He gathered me against his chest, cradling me easily. A cool water bottle pressed to my lips.
“Drink.”
There was no thought; I just complied.
"That's a good girl."
He removed my blindfold. My breath hitched. Was he really going to let me see him?
I wasn't sure whether I should open my eyes.
He wiped my tears with his thumbs tenderly, and something soft touched my lips.
Instinctively, I opened my mouth and my eyes since he hadn't said not to but was greeted with a pitch black room.
As soon as the caramel chocolate candy hit my tongue, I closed my eyes again to savor the flavor, feeling more grounded.
Then his lips brushed mine.
Soft at first. Testing. His tongue traced the seam of my mouth until I parted for him, and he slid in—slow, confident, tasting faintly of bourbon… and me. Chocolate and heat and something dangerously intimate. I mirrored his movements, stroke for stroke, unable to stop myself.
My arms lifted on their own, sliding around his neck, pulling him closer. I didn’t know who he was. For all I knew, he could’ve been a bum off the street.
Well, no. Not a bum. Not at Sanctum, not with the membership costs and Vetting Committee breathing down everyone’s necks. But still a stranger.
A stranger who made me feel more than anyone ever had.
For the first time in my life, my mind was quiet. There were no spiraling thoughts, no running lists, no chaos.
Until one voice whispered through the stillness.
You’re not supposed to catch feelings.
I wasn’t sure I could keep that promise. But he didn’t have to know.
It would just be my little secret.