Part 2 (1/2)
The pain blurred together as he continued to use the flogger against her not-quite willing flesh. While the pleasure that had been present during her previous punishment was missing, there was something mentally soothing about it, despite her soft moans of pain. When the final blow landed just below her knee, she sagged in relief. ”Twenty, Sir.”
”d.a.m.n....” The awe in his voice had her opening her eyes. She winced as he traced his fingers over her warm skin. ”Your skin takes my lash beautifully, Bethany.”
”Ah, thank you, Sir?”
An amused chuckle escaped him. ”I wouldn't be thanking me all that fast, little one. You still have the second part of your punishment to endure.”
”Second part?” The words came out as a squeak.
”Giving you an o.r.g.a.s.m so strong it will make the one in my office look like a mild muscle spasm.” Taking a remote out of his pocket, he flicked a b.u.t.ton. Between her legs, the forgotten wand began to hum softly against the top fleshy part of her mound. She flinched in surprise, but immediately settled back against the table. Positioned as it was, she could feel the vibrations but they were several inches above her aching c.l.i.t and totally out of reach of where she needed it most to come. She figured she could endure several minutes of this before the sensations would drive her up the wall. Relaxing, she decided to ride the wave out. One thing she knew better than anyone was what made her pop.
”Such a smug little smile.” Deacon appeared next to her, trailing the flogger over her side and across the taut planes of her belly. She giggled as they tickled. ”Let's see about replacing that smirk with pleas for mercy, shall we?” Then with a snap of his wrist, the end of the strands made a popping sound as they kissed her skin. She moaned at the light sting.
”Sir...” Her mind whirled. ”...I thought the flogging was over?”
He smirked. ”The punishment is. This is for pleasure.” Then he shoved his hand in his pocket and the wand picked up speed. She bit her lower lip. Now instead of soft, almost soothing vibrations, the shaft began wiggling against her folds. Only the straps wrapped just under the head of the insidious machine kept it from bouncing free of her s.e.x.
”s.h.i.+t.” She tried to lower her legs.
”Bad girl.” He struck the underside of her breast through her s.h.i.+rt.
Pain jolted through her, before settling in her womb. f.u.c.k, this was going to be worse than the last time.
Keeping a steady rhythm over the next thirty minutes, Deacon flicked the flogger across Bethany's bound body. The sounds spilling from her luscious lips were intoxicating. Unlike her earlier cries of pain as he dealt out the first stage of her punishment, these had notes of pleasure in them. He foresaw his little submissive having a love-hate relations.h.i.+p with his flogger.
”Please, Sir!” Tears streaked her face tears of frustration.
”Such pretty little nipples.” He struck one of her now exposed nipples. ”I can't wait to see them clamped.” He let the flogger fall to the side, then leaned over and took the tip into his mouth. Running his teeth along the edges of it, he nipped her, knowing the pain would only increase her desire.
”Sir!” She squirmed, but the restraints continued to hold her tight.
Drawing back, he studied her flushed face and trembling limbs. ”Are you ready to come, little one?”
”Oh, please...” She sobbed, her fingers clenching.
”Will you run again?” He drew back, remembering the purpose of this scene. It was to lay the ground rules to his little submissive. She shook her head no. But that wasn't good enough. ”Look at me, Bethany. I need to see those gorgeous green eyes.”
She continued to shake her head her eyes unfocused.
Grabbing a hold of her nipple, he twisted it. ”I said look at me.”
Her eyes flew open and a scream pa.s.sed her lips, before her gaze locked on him.
”Are you going to run again if you get scared?”
”No, Sir....I'll come...to you.” She panted.
”That's right you will.” He drew back, his hand delving between her thighs, testing the creamy wetness. He groaned when he encountered more of it than he expected. Lifting his head, he stared down at her exposed p.u.s.s.y. Juice leaked from her slit, ran down the crack of her a.s.s to end up pooled on the table. ”f.u.c.k, you're drenched.”
She howled when he shoved two fingers inside of her. The muscles grasped him hard. He could feel her o.r.g.a.s.m approaching. Using his free hand, he inched the wand higher. He pressed harder, the rounded head parting her l.a.b.i.a to land directly on her c.l.i.toris. ”Come for me.”
Her scream should've shattered the windows, but it escaped soundless from her throat, as her p.u.s.s.y tried to strangle his fingers. She fought her bonds and he had his hands full literally - as he fought to keep the wand on her c.l.i.t and his fingers in her o.r.g.a.s.ming c.u.n.t. ”That's it...come, you little b.i.t.c.h. Soak those fingers.”
She shook her head, her hair whipping back and forth, as nonsense babbled from her lips.
”f.u.c.k...” His d.i.c.k throbbed like an angry wound. He needed to f.u.c.k her. To ride her pleasure until he came hard enough to satisfy his need to claim her. Jerking his fingers free of her sopping p.u.s.s.y, he tore open the front of his jeans, then shoved down his boxer briefs enough to free his aching s.e.x. He crawled up onto the table, almost desperate in his need to f.u.c.k. ”Gonna f.u.c.k this tight p.u.s.s.y.” He rubbed the head of his c.o.c.k against her slit, before notching it against her opening.
”f.u.c.k me!” Bethany sobbed. ”Please, Sir, oh, G.o.d...I'm gonna come again.”
”Like f.u.c.k. Wait until I get in you.” He lifted the wand away from her c.l.i.t before smacking the side of her t.i.t.
”Ohhh...” She moaned.
Then he snapped his hips, sinking deep inside of her with one thrust. ”Son of a b.i.t.c.h...it's like living fire!” He tossed his head back as the muscles of her c.u.n.t sucked at him.
”Sir...f.u.c.k me.” She was openly crying now.
He shoved the wand between their bodies to land against their joining. The vibrations ripped a groan free of him as her eyes rolled back in her head. Under him, her body convulsed from the brutal pleasure.
”Deacon!”
His name ripped free of her lips as she slid over the edge, dragging him over with her. He bellowed as his nuts drew up and seed flew up his shaft to spill in her womb. Wrapped in all-consuming ecstasy, the need for birth control seemed a distant concern. He ground hard against her c.l.i.t as he rode out his own climax. She gave one final weak cry before slumping in a faint under him. He barely caught his weight on one arm before almost crus.h.i.+ng her. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath.
Staring down at her tear-streaked face, he sighed. Lifting free of her, he made quick work of freeing her from the restraints. Then after wiping her down with a warm cloth, he carried his precious burden to the couch. Sinking into the cus.h.i.+ons, he wrapped his arms around her, after pulling the light cover off the back of the couch to cover them.
”You, Bethany Laura Adams, are mine.” He nuzzled his nose against her hair. ”Until I say otherwise no matter how much you try to fight me.”
Chapter Three.
Warmth. That's what she was encased in, Bethany thought in a daze. Every part of her was fuzzy and warm well, except for her a.s.s and the back of her thighs. They were hot and damp from the masculine body they were pressed against. However, nothing smelled quite as good as the scent emanating from the chest under her cheek.
Mmmm.
She burrowed closer, not quite ready to come back to the real world. She was seriously contemplating dozing off when a rumble filled her ear as Deacon spoke softly.
”Sounds good. We'll pick it up on our way out. Tell the chef thank you.”
The hand rubbing over her back slid down to tap her already sore bottom. ”No sleeping right now, little subbie.”
She groaned, when his fingers plucked at her sore flesh, and opened her eyes. The living room came into focus. Obviously after she'd pa.s.sed out from her o.r.g.a.s.m, he'd carried her out of the kitchen to the couch. He'd even wrapped the thin blanket around them. So this must be what aftercare is like. To wake up feeling protected.
”That's it, come back to me. All is forgiven - and I have a full day of adventures planned for us.” His voice was soft, as if he were coaxing a skittish horse back on the farm.