“Please, sir,” she begged.
“You made those mistakes on purpose, did you not?”
She had no answer for that. Her mouth opened and closed.
“You asked for this.” He picked up the whip and slashed it through the air a few times. Her eyes went wide but he could see a trust there. He nodded as if to reassure her. This was what separated the Doms from the pretenders, he thought. She needed this, but she was afraid. There was a fine line between the Doms and the abusers, he reminded himself. Watch her carefully! She must know she can trust you.
He moved into position and measured his swing. He wasn’t sure just how hard to hit, this first time, so he gave her one quick strike across both cheeks.
“Owww!” She seemed to be more startled than afraid and that told him he was allowing her to let go and not worry about him losing control. He paused to admire the group of pink welts he had raised. Good. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to sting.
“What were we up to, anyway?” he inquired. “I think it was eight strokes per mistake, wasn’t it?”
By her expression, he could see she had quite forgotten herself. It had been a while since he had counted strokes. He didn’t really intend to give her sixteen, he just wanted her to feel his total control over her and know that she brought it on herself.
Whack! The second stroke caused another cry from Emily and she was wiggling her ass all around in an effort to cool it off. She looked so good, he wanted to take her, right then and there, but he resisted.
Whack!
“Oh my god! Please, Mr. Caudry!” she begged. “I’ll do better!”
“Why, we’ve barely started, my dear.”
Each strike left more welts and Edward was having trouble finding fresh skin to hit. Already she was marked from her upper thighs to the top of her peach-shaped ass and he knew he was about done. He watched her face to see if she was “flying,” but she simply looked frightened and in pain.
Hmm, he thought. Maybe it takes a while to bring about her total capitulation so she could be released into the moment. Like Adriana did under Paul’s lash, he remembered.
He struck her one more time, more to erase the memory in his head than to punish Emily further. She cried out and shook from head to foot. Her ass wiggled so naughtily, he dropped the whip and came forward. His fingers found the core of her and she was dripping wet. His cock grew rock hard.
“What’s this?” he teased. “This makes you horny?”
“Please, Mr. Caudry, I’ll do better, really. I promise.” She was babbling.
“Shhh,” he said. “Tell me why you’re so wet.”
He could see that flush rise across her upper body to her face. She rubbed her pussy against his fingers, willing to sacrifice her body if he would only stop whipping her. It was more than that, of course, he knew. She wanted to feel his hard cock thrusting into her but was too embarrassed to say it. That would be too forward for a sub to admit. She would want him to take control.
“I-I don’t know...”
“Really? I think you secretly like it. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have made those mistakes. You certainly knew I would punish you, although I doubt you thought it would be any more than a few swats with a ruler, right?”
She nodded, her face red.
“And now, look at you! All spread out and your ass well-marked, and yet, you’re dripping wet! Tell me why, Emily.”
“I ... I...”
He waited her out. Finally, she said, “I n-need it.”
Edward nodded. “Of course you do, my dear. And I’m well aware of it.”
He moved around to the side so she could watch him and unzipped his pants and slipped them off. His boxer shorts followed and his hard cock sprung free. “Look what you did to me, Emily,” he said.
She stared at it and licked her lips.
“I’m going to continue with your punishment now.”
“Noooo,” she breathed. “Please, you can...” She couldn’t say it.
“What was that?”
“You can ... make love to me.”
Edward smiled. “Make love. How quaint. You understand we have a new relationship, you and me. I fully intend to fuck you tonight, Emily. But first, you’re going to fly again. I’m sure you can imagine what your orgasms will be like.”
He began to hit her again, all over her reddened ass and she gasped and cried and begged him to stop. He ignored her, watching her carefully. Soon she stopped begging and just endured it. He stepped to the side for a moment and saw a blank expression on her face.
Her eyes closed and her breathing stilled. A look of utter peace descended over her features. It was poetry to watch her. She was flying.
He kept up the whipping, going softer now, for it wouldn’t take much to keep her flying. Finally, he gauged she’d had enough and tossed the whip to the ground. He came close to her, one hand on her back and gently stroked her soft skin until her eyes refocused.
“There, now you know what flying is.”
She could only gasp in response.
“I’m going to fuck you now. You understand when you feel my cock in your wet pussy that this will signify you giving over yourself to me. This won’t be anything like any relationship you’ve had before. I will always be your boss and you will always be my subordinate. Do you understand?”
She nodded, her eyes drifted down to fasten on his erection.
“We won’t be ‘making love’ or any of that nonsense. I’m not your boyfriend. You will be my fuck-toy, my sex slave. Your job will be to bring me pleasure and to obey. Do you understand?”
She nodded again and her eyes rose to lock onto his, perhaps to measure the depth of his convictions.
“So tell me again, what do you want, my little slut?”
“F-fuck me,” she said, giving up what little power she still had. She would be his now.
“Good girl. Now, tell me, are you on the pill?”
Emily shook her head.
“Why not?”
“I don’t have a ... a boyfriend.” She seemed embarrassed by the fact.
“I’m surprised. You’re such a pretty girl.”
She just closed her eyes.
“Or maybe no one could really give you what you wanted, deep down. Is that right?”
Emily opened her eyes and stared at him. Then she nodded, ever so slightly.
“I’ll bet you weren’t sure yourself what you really wanted, is that right? Until you came to work for me.”
She nodded again.
Edward went to the nightstand and pulled out a condom. “I’ll wear a condom tonight. When is your period?”
Her face flushed pink. “Uh, next week.”
“Good. I’m going to start fucking you without a condom in a month. That should give you plenty of time to protect yourself.”
He went around behind her and slipped the condom on. His fingers teased her until she was gasping, then he thrust into her all at once, his hips touching her tortured flesh. Emily moaned and came immediately. Her body shook with the power of it.
Edward kept stroking and felt her rising quickly to another climax. He enjoyed watching her writhe, her body caught between pleasure and pain. He was sure, up until this moment, she hadn’t really been able to articulate what had been missing in her life. Now she would know.
His strokes increased and Emily began making noises in her throat as the orgasms rolled over her. She gripped the leather straps holding her and pulled back on them, making her body taut as the sensations rocketed through her.
“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod!” she cried out, lifting her upper body off the mattress.
Edward came hard inside her and it pushed her over the edge into a final, powerful climax. She collapsed onto the bed, sweat beading on her back and face. Edward wondered if she had ever had an orgasm like it before.