Part 75 (1/2)
I had her begging already.
She closed her eyes to better feel the soft gentle touches over her silken skin.
Abruptly I stopped and stepped off the bed. She cried out as the stimulation left her soft skin. I rummaged in the pack as she watched, not saying a word.
I carefully slipped a blindfold over her eyes, which she allowed without complaint. I couldn't gag her, because the safeword was verbal. I didn't want her gagged anyway.
I picked up the crop, realizing that I hadn't used it on one of the women in a long time. I let it fall gently into my palm, feeling the sting of the leather. This was going to hurt her. I hoped that she wouldn't safeword out. I wanted this to work for her.
”What are you doing?” she asked quietly, unable to see the crop but hearing it.
”I'm going to whip you,” I spoke gently to her.
”Oh G.o.d,” I watched as she shuddered in her restraints at the words. ”Not too hard. Okay?”
”I'll hit you as hard as necessary. Now I want you to do something for me.”
”What?” she asked breathlessly.
”I want you to concentrate on turning the pain into arousal. Alright? And I want you to count.”
”Count?”
”Everytime the crop touches your skin, I want you to count for me.”
”How high?”
I was thrown again by this helpless girl. She switched tracks so quickly.
”What?”
”How many times are you going to hit me?”
”How many do you deserve? You pick.”
”I can't. Don't ...” she began.
I relented. ”Ten.”
”Only ten?” she spoke mischievously.
”Would you rather have fifteen?”
She shook her head. She inquired quietly. ”Where?”
”Where am I going to hit you?” I asked her for clarification.
”Yes. Please not on the b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Please?” She began to beg, even before the first blow fell on her helpless body.
”You have a safeword. I'll hit you where I think you need it,” I reminded her. ”If it's too much, safeword.”
”I. I don't want to.”
”I don't want you to either.”
I took a deep breath and let a soft stroke fall onto her stretched belly. A red stripe appeared contrasting against her pale skin.
”Arrrrghhhhhhhh,” she screamed into the room, twisting in the bonds. Her fingers twitched as she struggled with the steel bands. All she wanted in the whole world was to get her hands to her bare belly, to protect it and comfort it.
I waited until she calmed herself. The stroke had been light, not anything to cause her too much trouble. I'd increase the strength as she could take it, but I was more interested in getting her to feel her helplessness, her vulnerability than to actually hurt her. This was nothing compared to what Jane, or even Amy, had endured at my hands. And they hadn't had a safeword.
”Concentrate,” I whispered to her.
”Christ. That was a light one, wasn't it?” she spoke in ragged breath.
”Yes.”
”Oh G.o.d. Nine more?”
”Nine more.”
The numerals she had spoken reminded her.
”Christ. One,” she spoke without further hesitation. ”I can't take ten. Even like that.”
I let the crop fall against her right thigh, marking it as well. She screamed again, not expecting the pain. I watched as she struggled to control her voice, her pain. Her face contorted with the effort. That blow was slightly harder. Finally, after some incoherent gasps, she managed to remember to say, ”Two.”
I wasn't in this to punish her. I wasn't going to restart the count or anything if she forgot to count. This was her game, and she'd remember on her own time.
Her bare body was sheened in perspiration as my sixth stroke fell onto her bare left foot. The third had graced her left thigh. The fourth had kissed her right calf. Five and six had caressed the bottoms of her bare feet. Each blow was slightly harder than the last.
Eventually she gasped out the word, ”Six.”
She didn't stop there. She began to beg coherently.
”Please. I need you. Please stop hitting me. I. I'm so turned on. Just touch me. You don't need to hit me anymore. Please? I'll do whatever you want. I'll f.u.c.k you. I'll suck you. Anything. You can make me do anything anyway.”
Her lips formed the words in a tumbled rush, her teeth gritting against the pain.
”Elizabeth?” I ventured.
”Yes, master?” she was breathing heavily. I still hadn't touched any of her obvious erogenous zones. I had purposely avoided her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and between her legs. She was pulling rhythmically against the ropes holding her.
”Are you ready for something else?”
”If you don't hit my feet again, I swear, I'll do whatever you want.”
”Beg me.”
”Beg for what?” she asked, slightly confused. I didn't answer her right away. After a moment, the blind bare girl tried something. Anything was better than lying there not knowing what I was going to do to her. ”Please. Master. This slave begs to be f.u.c.ked. f.u.c.k me. Please?”