So he’s not done with me.
Thank God.
Dane leans in even closer, the heat of his lips radiating against mine. “You’re going to be begging for a sweet release by the time I’m done with you, and I’m going to love every fucking moment of it.”
I nod once before licking my lips. I want him to kiss me like he did last week, by the window in his office. A toe-curling, panty-melting, lip-smashing kiss.
But he releases me and backs away, causing my heart to sputter and cough. We were so close.
“I need to be punished,” I say. “I fully accept that.”
“Never lie to me again, Bellamy,” he says heading toward the door. “I want to help you. I’m going to help you. But you need to be honest with me about everything, even if it terrifies you. Or else we’re done. And that’s a promise.”
“Yes, Master.” I struggle against the smile that tugs on my lips, my relief threatening to shine from every atom in my exhausted body. If this is going to work, I have to take it seriously. I need to do everything he says because every part of me believes his promise.
“Clean yourself up,” he says, pulling the door open. “Come to my office in two hours. No sooner, no later. I have some work to finish.”
TWENTY-ONE
DANE
A clear glass dildo is centered on my desk.
I end my call with a Midwest wind turbine supplier just in time to hear a knock at my door.
“Come in.”
Bellamy slips in and shuts the door behind her.
“I appreciate that you remembered to knock.” I stand up and make my way to her, cupping her face in my hand and examining her flawless makeup. The mascara streaks are gone. The disheveled hair is combed into place. A fresh spritz of perfume wafts from her warm body. “You clean up well.”
“All the better to please you.” Her gaze travels past me and lands on the glass cock.
“Yes, Bellamy. That’s for you.”
“May I?”
I nod, watching as she reaches for the nub-covered wand.
“It’s freezing,” she says, trailing her fingertips across the varying bumps and swirls that cover the exterior of the seven-inch dildo.
“You don’t miss a thing.” I smirk. “And it’s not frozen. It’s lightly chilled. I believe it makes for more of an intense experience.”
She warms it in the palm of her hand.
“Don’t do that.” I take it from her. “You’re going to be warming it up a different way.”
Her mouth curls up on one side.
“Do you think this is funny?”
Her expression ashens, and her lips form a straight line. “No.”
“Disrobe.” I step around her.
Bellamy chews on her bottom lip as she slips her blouse over her head. With delicate fingers unsnapping the back of her bra, she lets it fall. My fingers graze the side of her left breast, skimming across her nipple until it comes to a hard point. She works her pants, letting those fall to the ground as well. Two fingers slip beneath the waistband of her pink lace thong, wiggling it down her hips and kicking them across the room. When she’s all finished, she wears nothing but the look of a woman who’s confident she’s just pleased her master.
That’s where you’re wrong, my sweet Bellamy. Redemption isn’t going to be that easy for you.
I drag a finger down her stomach, past her hips, and veer to the delicious warmth emanating from between her thighs. Her stance widens, and perhaps it’s her silent way of inviting me in, but today isn’t about her pleasure.
Well, it is, and it isn’t.
My hand jerks from her the second she releases a soft sigh in response to the grazing of my thumb across her clit.
“Closet door.” I lead her to the doorjamb restraints, the ones I haven’t touched since the day I gave her a little sample. She assumes the position, lifting her wrists high and waiting patiently as I restrain them. I’m sure she’s thinking this is too easy, that she’s got this in the bag.
But that’s where she’s wrong.
“Spread,” I command, grabbing the cool glass. “You’re to keep this inside you until I say you can release it.”
“But…how?”
“You’ll figure it out.” I grab the base of the graduated dildo and press the narrow end against her clit but only once. She releases a distant moan and her chest rises and falls. “Ninety-one lashes, and if this glass cock slips out of you one time, we start over.”
The mushroom tip of the dildo presses between her seam, and I push the first of the seven inches inside followed by the second inch. Judging by the ease in which it’s going in, she’s already wet. It’s going to be a challenge for her to keep this in, and I’m going to love every fucking minute of it.
“Why ninety-one?” she asks, her breath rushed as her eyes squeeze. Her fists clench against the restraints as I glide two more inches in with little resistance.
“Because we met thirteen days ago,” I say, pressing the final three inches in with one fluid insertion. “And because seven is my lucky number.”
She releases a guttural moan through pursed lips, and her thighs squeeze together before her feet cross at the ankles.
“Ninety-one gentle reminders that lying to me will only get you so far,” I say, reaching for the leather paddle hanging in the back of the opened closet. “Turn around and bend.”
I realize I’m asking her to do something damn near physically impossible, but I know it can be done, and if she desires to please me as much as she purports, then she’ll do it.
With her creamy white ass at my hip level, I smooth the palm of my hand across her soft hide. It’s flawless. Pale. Unmarked.
Whack!
Until now.
Whack!
“Count, Bellamy,” I remind her. “And don’t let it fall.”
Whack!
A blush of redness spreads across her left cheek, so I give it a rest and smack the other. Three more on the right cheek and then I alternate. Back and forth. Back and forth. Faster. Quick zings. Brusque blows that surely sting.
Whack!
She doesn’t complain. She doesn’t utter her safeword. I keep going, resisting the urge to run my hand along the red welts to offer a temporary moment of relief. That’s not what this is about, and she’s yet to earn such a privilege.
Her bent position allows for her skin to stretch slightly, making it all the more sensitive against the swift spankings.
“…forty-five….forty-six…” she says through clenched teeth.
An inch of graduated base of the glass cock slips out of her.
I cease the paddling for just a moment. “It’s falling out, Bellamy. You’re not holding it in tight enough. Clench tighter.”
“I’m trying,” she heaves, her face winced. “Keep going, keep going.”
“We’re only halfway there. You think you can keep it in?” I drag my hand lightly down the curve of her spine before grazing her warm ass and cupping my hand over the base of the dildo. “I could push this in for you if you wanted…”
“Please,” she begs. “Please push it in.”
“And why should I do that?”
“Because I want to please you.” She tugs against the restraints. “And because it feels so good. I want all of it inside me.”
Her thighs shake and unclench for a second. The cock falls out another inch.
“Oh, Bellamy.” I tsk, tsk her. “What are we going to do?”
I breathe in her sweet arousal, and my cock swells.
“Please, please push it in,” she begs, sucking in a breath and refusing to let it go. She’s stuck anticipating my next move, and even I don’t know yet what I’m going to do.
I hook my hand around her neck, gripping it just enough to let her know every part of her is in my hands. I pull back against her soft flesh and lean into her ear, nibbling the lobe.
“As much as I’d love to help you out right now,” I whisper. “I’m a man of my word, and I wouldn’t be doing either of us any favors.”