Hands above your head.” He puts a pair of cuffs on my wrists. Then he pushes a block of wood up. “Stand on this.” He clips the cuffs to the chains in the top of the frame and, before I can blink, he kicks the block out from under me.
I’m hanging by my wrists, my toes barely touching the floor. The sound of a drawer opening hits my ears, and then he moves behind me. He unhooks my top so my back is exposed, then pulls my shorts and thong down and off. “You’ll learn to refrain from talking to other Doms. Count ‘em.”
I hear a whir and the pop of leather against my skin as some kind of whip strikes my back, and I shriek. It makes contact again, and his voice knifes into me. “I. Said. Count.”
“Two, Sir!” The snap sounds off again, followed by the pain, and I shriek again.
“Three, Sir!” “Four, Sir!” “Five, Sir!”
By twenty I’m exhausted, both from dangling and from the pain. He keeps going and I realize I’m not shrieking now, just counting. At forty, I’m barely counting anymore – I can’t make my voice work. By fifty, I’m trying to make sense of everything when I realize he’s undoing my chains. Next thing I know, I’m on the bed with him and he’s stroking my back tenderly with his fingers.
“Will you speak to another Dom without my permission again?”
“No, Sir. I will not,” I whisper.
I feel him rubbing something on my skin, and he says, “Good. I expect you’ve learned that lesson on protocol.” With that, he wraps his arms around me. “You took that very well. It’s difficult to take a lashing with the flogger the first time, but you did it.”
“Yes, Sir,” is all I can whisper out.
In about ten minutes things are starting to make sense again. He helps me stand up and then pulls my top the rest of the way off. “No top. I want everyone to see your stripes and know you performed well. They’re a badge of honor, Vännan.”
I stand there for a few seconds, then say, “Sir, could I have permission to speak, please?”
He looks a little surprised. “Yes, Vännan. What is it?”
I look down at the floor. “Sir, for the record, I was not flirting with Master Steffen. He was trying to get me to say that I wanted to be paired with him. And he couldn’t. I wouldn’t say it because it would be a lie.”
There’s an unreadable look that passes over his face before he says, “Well, that’s good to know.” That’s all he says. He takes my leash and leads me through the big room and back to the car.
Chapter 6
“E lbows and knees. I want to take your ass. I’m hoping for all night. Do you want it, Vännan?” I climb up into the bed eagerly.
“Yes, Sir! I want it very much, Sir.”
“Good. You’re going to get it. Over and over. And don’t forget to let me hear your pleasure. If I don’t, I’ll assume you don’t want it. No telling what I’ll do then!” he chuckles and slaps my ass.
After he’s come in me about eight times and left me hanging, he pulls out and lies down beside me. I’m still in the fucking position and he looks over into my face. “Come here, Vännan.” I drop and roll into his side and, when I do, he rolls to face me and begins to stroke my clit. I moan and close my eyes until he says, “Eyes open! Look right into mine. I want to watch your face when you come.”
I feel it coiling and growing bigger and bigger, and then it’s on me, my body trembling and my hips churning, bumping against his hand as he continues to stroke my swollen bud. “Eyes open!” he barks again, and I stare straight into his, their heat making me blush as the climax overwhelms me. When he finally stops I’m a panting, sweating mess. And he surprises me by kissing my forehead. “I’m going to teach you something. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Sir! I would, very much.”
“Spread ‘em.” I spread my legs wide. He stares down at me and shoves two fingers into my pussy. “This will be uncomfortable until you learn what’s happening
I’m hanging by my wrists, my toes barely touching the floor. The sound of a drawer opening hits my ears, and then he moves behind me. He unhooks my top so my back is exposed, then pulls my shorts and thong down and off. “You’ll learn to refrain from talking to other Doms. Count ‘em.”
I hear a whir and the pop of leather against my skin as some kind of whip strikes my back, and I shriek. It makes contact again, and his voice knifes into me. “I. Said. Count.”
“Two, Sir!” The snap sounds off again, followed by the pain, and I shriek again.
“Three, Sir!” “Four, Sir!” “Five, Sir!”
By twenty I’m exhausted, both from dangling and from the pain. He keeps going and I realize I’m not shrieking now, just counting. At forty, I’m barely counting anymore – I can’t make my voice work. By fifty, I’m trying to make sense of everything when I realize he’s undoing my chains. Next thing I know, I’m on the bed with him and he’s stroking my back tenderly with his fingers.
“Will you speak to another Dom without my permission again?”
“No, Sir. I will not,” I whisper.
I feel him rubbing something on my skin, and he says, “Good. I expect you’ve learned that lesson on protocol.” With that, he wraps his arms around me. “You took that very well. It’s difficult to take a lashing with the flogger the first time, but you did it.”
“Yes, Sir,” is all I can whisper out.
In about ten minutes things are starting to make sense again. He helps me stand up and then pulls my top the rest of the way off. “No top. I want everyone to see your stripes and know you performed well. They’re a badge of honor, Vännan.”
I stand there for a few seconds, then say, “Sir, could I have permission to speak, please?”
He looks a little surprised. “Yes, Vännan. What is it?”
I look down at the floor. “Sir, for the record, I was not flirting with Master Steffen. He was trying to get me to say that I wanted to be paired with him. And he couldn’t. I wouldn’t say it because it would be a lie.”
There’s an unreadable look that passes over his face before he says, “Well, that’s good to know.” That’s all he says. He takes my leash and leads me through the big room and back to the car.
Chapter 6
“E lbows and knees. I want to take your ass. I’m hoping for all night. Do you want it, Vännan?” I climb up into the bed eagerly.
“Yes, Sir! I want it very much, Sir.”
“Good. You’re going to get it. Over and over. And don’t forget to let me hear your pleasure. If I don’t, I’ll assume you don’t want it. No telling what I’ll do then!” he chuckles and slaps my ass.
After he’s come in me about eight times and left me hanging, he pulls out and lies down beside me. I’m still in the fucking position and he looks over into my face. “Come here, Vännan.” I drop and roll into his side and, when I do, he rolls to face me and begins to stroke my clit. I moan and close my eyes until he says, “Eyes open! Look right into mine. I want to watch your face when you come.”
I feel it coiling and growing bigger and bigger, and then it’s on me, my body trembling and my hips churning, bumping against his hand as he continues to stroke my swollen bud. “Eyes open!” he barks again, and I stare straight into his, their heat making me blush as the climax overwhelms me. When he finally stops I’m a panting, sweating mess. And he surprises me by kissing my forehead. “I’m going to teach you something. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Sir! I would, very much.”
“Spread ‘em.” I spread my legs wide. He stares down at me and shoves two fingers into my pussy. “This will be uncomfortable until you learn what’s happening
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