pressed his naked chest against her sweaty back, nipping her uncovered earlobe with his teeth. The leather belt tapped against her stocking-clad calf. “Say it. ‘Yes, please.’”
Taylor sagged into the pleasure that arrowed through her. She rocked her naked ass against the impatient ridge of his erection. He groaned his approval.
“No.”
He squeezed her nipple, tight, then painfully tight. “Say it.”
She gasped out a hysterical laugh. “I won’t!”
“Why not?” he said in her ear, soft and seductive now. He licked the tender spot behind her lobe. His hand, gentle now, rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, stretching it rhythmically. “It’s just a few little words.”
“I can’t.” She heard the break in her voice. “Please don’t ask me to. I just…can’t.”
“But you’ll let me punish you anyway.”
She was quiet a moment, aware of the leather tapping against her calf, aware that she longed for the sting of his belt as much as she wanted his hands on her skin and his cock inside her. But something wouldn’t let her ask for it.
“Yes,” she whispered, “I can’t ask you to punish me. I need you to take that choice away.” Something in her uncurled at her confession. Let go.
“Can’t you?” Kirliss released her breast to run his hand over her flat belly. “I’m willing to give you a bye on this for now. We can work on it over time. I’ll untie you and require you to stand still while I whip you. In the mornings, I could bend you over a kitchen chair perhaps, while I pull up the tight skirt of that little blue suit you wear, yank down your panties and strap you a few times, making you ask me for every one. Just enough to sting, not enough to mess up your makeup. So that when you sit in your chair at work, your flesh will sting and you’ll think of me.”
Taylor shuddered at the image he created. The belt tapped against her calf and she leaned against his naked chest, wishing he would touch her. If she begged him to make her come now, would he?
His finger slipped just inside her labia once more, pressing against the rising flesh of her clit, massaging lightly but never going past the hood. Never quite touching the sweet spot. Taylor moaned. The man was diabolical.
“So hot. So wet. All for me, isn’t it, M?”
“Yes, Mr. Kirliss,” she replied. It opened something in her to agree. All for him. It was always all for him.
“Tell me how you feel.”
The words swelled up, too enormous to be spoken.
“How badly do you need to come?”
She pressed her lips together.
He chuckled. “I’m looking forward to watching you come apart, Taylor. You were so fierce in those meetings. You never backed down. No one could stand against you. You light up with this unbelievable passion when you’re on the warpath, and you wrap it up in this icy control. It’s an irresistible combination.”
He cupped her sex, holding her in the palm of his hand. She moaned.
“When I saw you like that, it overpowered me. All I could think about was what it would take to see you lose that control. Completely. You’re nearly there. It’s time to peel away that armor of yours. Stroke by stroke.”
With a tender kiss on her cheek and a light pat on her dripping sex, Kirliss released her. Taylor waited, tension and arousal pulsing, her mind whirling with his words. The room fell silent but for the sound of the crackling fire and her own labored breaths.
The crack of the belt startled a choked cry out of her. The violent sound shocked her before she even felt the pain.
She lost her breath to it. Lost her thoughts to it. Of course, she’d known it would hurt, in theory. Somehow the shock of reality made the pain larger. It sang through her, taking her reason, leaving behind a wild recoil of hurt. And even more ferocious arousal. The belt cracked again, and this time her breath flew out on a wail.
Taylor fought the ropes in earnest now. The next strap landed on her vulnerable flesh
Taylor sagged into the pleasure that arrowed through her. She rocked her naked ass against the impatient ridge of his erection. He groaned his approval.
“No.”
He squeezed her nipple, tight, then painfully tight. “Say it.”
She gasped out a hysterical laugh. “I won’t!”
“Why not?” he said in her ear, soft and seductive now. He licked the tender spot behind her lobe. His hand, gentle now, rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, stretching it rhythmically. “It’s just a few little words.”
“I can’t.” She heard the break in her voice. “Please don’t ask me to. I just…can’t.”
“But you’ll let me punish you anyway.”
She was quiet a moment, aware of the leather tapping against her calf, aware that she longed for the sting of his belt as much as she wanted his hands on her skin and his cock inside her. But something wouldn’t let her ask for it.
“Yes,” she whispered, “I can’t ask you to punish me. I need you to take that choice away.” Something in her uncurled at her confession. Let go.
“Can’t you?” Kirliss released her breast to run his hand over her flat belly. “I’m willing to give you a bye on this for now. We can work on it over time. I’ll untie you and require you to stand still while I whip you. In the mornings, I could bend you over a kitchen chair perhaps, while I pull up the tight skirt of that little blue suit you wear, yank down your panties and strap you a few times, making you ask me for every one. Just enough to sting, not enough to mess up your makeup. So that when you sit in your chair at work, your flesh will sting and you’ll think of me.”
Taylor shuddered at the image he created. The belt tapped against her calf and she leaned against his naked chest, wishing he would touch her. If she begged him to make her come now, would he?
His finger slipped just inside her labia once more, pressing against the rising flesh of her clit, massaging lightly but never going past the hood. Never quite touching the sweet spot. Taylor moaned. The man was diabolical.
“So hot. So wet. All for me, isn’t it, M?”
“Yes, Mr. Kirliss,” she replied. It opened something in her to agree. All for him. It was always all for him.
“Tell me how you feel.”
The words swelled up, too enormous to be spoken.
“How badly do you need to come?”
She pressed her lips together.
He chuckled. “I’m looking forward to watching you come apart, Taylor. You were so fierce in those meetings. You never backed down. No one could stand against you. You light up with this unbelievable passion when you’re on the warpath, and you wrap it up in this icy control. It’s an irresistible combination.”
He cupped her sex, holding her in the palm of his hand. She moaned.
“When I saw you like that, it overpowered me. All I could think about was what it would take to see you lose that control. Completely. You’re nearly there. It’s time to peel away that armor of yours. Stroke by stroke.”
With a tender kiss on her cheek and a light pat on her dripping sex, Kirliss released her. Taylor waited, tension and arousal pulsing, her mind whirling with his words. The room fell silent but for the sound of the crackling fire and her own labored breaths.
The crack of the belt startled a choked cry out of her. The violent sound shocked her before she even felt the pain.
She lost her breath to it. Lost her thoughts to it. Of course, she’d known it would hurt, in theory. Somehow the shock of reality made the pain larger. It sang through her, taking her reason, leaving behind a wild recoil of hurt. And even more ferocious arousal. The belt cracked again, and this time her breath flew out on a wail.
Taylor fought the ropes in earnest now. The next strap landed on her vulnerable flesh
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