Instead of another smack, Ash starts to caress the abused cheek, leaving the other weirdly cold. Fuck, I am actually purring at his touch, my body leaning back as much as I can just so I can make contact with his body.
“You will not leave this room until I have your complete, total surrender to me in all things.” His voice against my ear sends vibrations down my spine.
Hold on—all things?
“What does that mean, exactly?” I breathe out. I can totally see surrendering in all things sexual, but outside of that? Haven’t I given him control over enough already?
“You know exactly what it means, Gelisa.”
I do, or at least I think I do.
“I won’t surrender everything to you.” I mean to sound defiant. I don’t. I’m panting too hard. His hands aren’t caressing anymore; they are cupping my ass roughly, squeezing the sore and the formerly cold. It feels far better than it should.
“Won’t you?” he whispers harshly, biting my ear while he was at it. Damn it, I’m actually whimpering. “Haven’t you already?”
Chapter Six
Three days. I have been at this shit for three fucking days, and Gelisa has yet to crack. The first day, I tied her to the St. Andrew’s Cross and used the flogger. After the first smack to her delectable ass with my hand, I informed her of what I wanted. I should’ve known it wouldn’t be so easy, but I had sincerely hoped she would capitulate. Instead, the minx defied me, shaking her head no. It amazes me that even though she’s already given me complete control, she refuses to admit it. Why are the words so hard for her to say?
I took a step back, waiting until I had complete control of myself before picking up the flogger. Oh, how she jumped at the first hit landed perfectly across each plum ass cheek. Each stroke was deliberate, measured. Her body jerked with every hit, but the cries weren’t those of pain. Of course, I hadn’t hit very hard, either. Despite the darkness of her skin, her ass bloomed a beautiful deep shade of red. So I moved to her thighs. Because the area was far more sensitive than her ass cheeks, I alternated to her upper back, near her shoulder blades. It was imperative I avoid any delicate areas, like the kidneys.
Gelisa took to the flogger far better than I could’ve hoped. After thoroughly flogging her, I stood behind her just close enough for her to feel me there. Like a cat, she’d leaned back against me, rubbing the red areas against my front. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I allowed my fingers to part the lips of her cunt. She’d coated my fingers with her arousal.
“So wet,” I panted, unable to mask what she was doing to me. My cock throbbed, wanting nothing more than to take her, make her mine. “So ready for me.” I started to thumb her clit, relishing her whimpers as her hips bucked against my painfully rigid erection. “Just admit you belong to me, totally, and I will give you what you need.”
I prayed she would, even though I am all too aware how stubborn she can be. And of course, she denied me.
“No.”
I released her after that. Left her alone for the rest of the day. I brought her lunch and dinner, but I didn’t speak, not until the next morning, after her breakfast and a bath. Her backside was still tender, so I strapped her into the gyno chair. It was torturous, sucking each nipple into an erect little point. I didn’t have to finger that tight, wet pussy, but I did anyway. And yes, I suckled her until she was crying out, trying to move her hips to force my fingers in deeper. God knows I wanted to do it. I wanted to bury my fingers in her quim until I found her g-spot, then force her to come for me over and over again until she was hoarse from screaming. Instead, I knelt between her legs and feasted on her sweetness. And damn, she was honey-sweet. The tang of her natural juices only made me hungrier. I thrust my tongue inside as far as I could, almost forgetting I wasn’t supposed to make her come.
But I couldn’t do that. I was on a mission. Reluctantly I pulled away, clasping on nipple clamps that were connected by a length of chain. I had to take a step back then. I was too worked up. She responded too perfectly. Shit, but she looked edible all bound and spread out for me. She probably thought I was fucking with her as I sat there, watching her for a while. Truthfully, I didn’t trust myself to touch her. Only after I collected myself did I dare to begin the day’s lesson.
I began with the wand, rubbing it against her clit for a few minutes, then removing it. I did this for twenty minutes, then the last time I removed the wand, I smacked the fleshy lips of her pussy with a crop. I shouldn’t have. She almost came. As did I when I saw her reaction. Knowing how receptive she was, I used the crop on her inner thighs. I hit her a little harder than I had with the flogger. I know it hurt, but I also know she liked it. With her pussy on display I could see the wetness seeping from her right down the crack to her ass.
That gave me the idea for today. I waited until after her breakfast and bath. Unlike the past two days, I left her alone for a few hours, letting her think about what might be planned for today. I knew it would drive her crazy. Gelisa is such a curious little thing. An hour after lunch I came to her, leading her to the stocks. First I placed a spreader bar around her thighs, then locked her in. Her ass was forced up in the air, looking too good not to spank. I used my hand this time. First, I landed blows all around, never stroking the same spot twice. God, the way she moaned, moving as much as she could backward toward my blows. Perfection.
Next I concentrated on one area, spanking the same spot over and over again. She cried, pleaded even, but she didn’t use her safe word.
“Rudolph,” I reminded her between blows. “All you have to do is say it and I’ll stop.”
“I can’t,” she panted back. “I need—oh, God, Ash I need.”
Yeah, I know the feeling well.
I had to stop. Once again, I was rock hard, pulsating with the need to take her. The breeding bench was right there. I could have it—all I had to do was take it.
But that would’ve defeated my purpose. Instead, I stopped, going to fetch lubricant. Generously lubricating her tiny hole, I poured the lube on the smallest plug I had and inserted it slowly.
“That hurts!” Gelisa growled at me.
“Breathe deep and push out.” One day, it would be my cock stretching her out like that. Sweat popped out all along my brow as I worked it in, then left it there. I had to leave then, letting her stay in the stocks for a while.
Now here I am, glass of scotch in my hand, worried that this just isn’t going the way I planned it. There are only two days until Christmas. Am I really ready to give her up just because I set ridiculous limits on our relationship?
No. No, I can’t do that. Tomorrow I will let her out of the room and what happens, happens. She is already mine. So what if she refuses to admit it? I will let that come in its own time. I’ve waited this long—I can wait a little more. Besides, I can be very persuasive.
Downing the rest of my drink, I move with heavy feet toward the stairs. I had so hoped this trip would resolve any ambiguity between us. I don’t want to let Gelisa hide anymore; I want her to be honest about what she is to me, about what I am to her.
But if it comes to choosing between pretending and losing her, I will pretend.
Chapter Seven
He will come soon. He will have breakfast in his hands and watch me eat before giving me a bath. God, I love the way his hands feel as he washes me. The sponge is often abandoned, so it is his hands rubbing the soap into my skin. All he wants from me is to admit the truth that has been staring me in the face, and I have steadfastly refused. Why?
Pride. Hubris even. But the last three days have shown me that when it comes to Ash, there isn’t any part of me I won’t surrender, including the words he wants to hear. All this time I’ve been so afraid of what he might do with the knowledge that there's nothing that I won’t give him. Deep down I know he will never betray that trust. He isn’t going to hurt me. He hasn’t after having me at his complete control. There is no one anywhere near here that can save me if he decides to get all sadistic. Hell, h
e could beat the words out of me. Instead, his torment has been purely sexual. Those aren’t the actions of a man who wanted to hurt me.
I jump out of the bed, running to the small half bath tucked in the corner of the room. As quickly as I can I make myself as presentable as possible, meaning I brush my hair and teeth. I freshen up as much as I can before I hear his footsteps outside the door. I scurry to the bed, but I don’t get back on it. Instead, I sink down on my knees, spreading them wide and placing my hands palms up on my thighs, then bow my head.
The door opens, but he doesn’t move inside. I know he sees me. There is a straight line of sight from the door to the daybed. God, I want to peek so bad, but I don’t. This is the least I can do. I am a brat at the best of times; a little humble pie won’t kill me. Feels like it, but it won’t. So I wait. And wait. Until I finally hear his footsteps getting closer. He stops right in front of me; I can see those polished shoes and the bottoms of his tailored slacks, but not much else. I can hear him placing the tray on the table. Is he going to say anything, already?
“Do you have something to say to me, Gelisa-mine?”
Even though I’m expecting his voice, the sound still jars me. This is it—the final step to my subjugation. But then, it isn’t exactly subjugation, is it? No, it is submission.
“I submit myself to you, totally, completely. All of me. Everything, all I am is yours.”
There is nothing for a few moments. My heart beats painfully, every breath painfully drawn in. Is he mad that I took too long? The wait is killing me. I know I am supposed to stay in that position, but I’ve never been any good at doing exactly what I’m supposed to.
“Ash, I’m sorry I’ve been so stubborn,” I apologize, looking up. “I guess I—“
Before I get out the whole sentence, I am in his arms, literally being carried out of the room down the hall into the bedroom where I take morning baths. After laying me on the bed, Ash steps back, ripping off the starched, pristine white shirt and the tailored slacks. His shoes and socks are kicked off. Should’ve known he went commando. Damn, his cock is beautiful. I felt it before; I’ve just never seen it. My mouth waters as I watch it bobbing up and down, the head dribbling pre-cum from the little hole on top. I want to reach for it, but I don’t have the chance. Suddenly he’s there, pinning my arms down while forcing his way between my thighs. Not that he has to; I open for him gladly.
His entry is rough. It has been a very long time since I last had sex. Approximately three weeks before I started working for Ash four years ago. I can feel him stretching me, invading my core. God, it hurts, but it feels so good. I have wanted him so badly over the last three days—longer, really—I thought I might go mad with longing. I cant my hips, urging him forward. I don’t have to; Ash powers inside me ruthlessly, slamming his cock so deep inside me I swear I can feel him in my soul.
“Ash!” I scream, clutching at his shoulders wildly. I’m scratching him, my nails digging into his flesh, but I can’t help that. I come on impact. The first stroke and my pussy quakes crazily, but still wants more.
And he gives it to me. He isn’t gentle, he isn’t sweet or slow. Fast, hard, and deep, his thrusts inside me are ferocious, giving no quarter.
“Never deny me what’s mine,” he growls, looking fiercer than I’ve ever seen him. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes! Oh, God yes!” I scream. And I mean it. I was an idiot to try to hold out this long.
“Good girl.”
Geez, will I ever not preen at those words? And yeah, I come again. Harder this time.
Then suddenly he is gone. I try to grab him back, but I cant—he’s too quick. Damn it, he hasn’t come. I really need him to come for me just like I came for him.
“Not to worry, Gelisa-mine. We aren’t done just yet.” His voice washes over me, soothing the worried ache.
I am almost boneless as he flips me over, then pulls me to the edge of the bed so I am bent over. My legs spread automatically, my hips tilting upward to receive him. I don’t have long to wait. In no time at all he’s there, thrusting hard inside me. He is much deeper this way, impaling me. Powering inside me, he grabs my hair, forcing my body to bend backward even though I’m still bent over. God, I love it, the way he easily manipulates my body. Even better is the feel of his lips against my neck, his teeth biting into the delicate skin. I love the way his fingers tug at my hair. It hurts so damn good!
“Come now, Gelisa,” Ash commands me, his voice thick and rough. Fuck, the excitement in his tone is enough to send me over.
“I love you!” I cry out, not meaning to. Damn it, I had not planned on giving out that little bit of information.
Ash grunts, his hips slamming into me, pinning me to the bed. I can’t move, but then, I don’t want to.
We lie there for a long while, the only sound in the room our harsh intakes of air. When he finally moves, he gathers me in his arms, walking toward the bathroom.
“I know you love me, Gelisa-mine,” Ash tells me, kissing my forehead. “And I love you too. With all I am.”
It is going to be a fantastic Christmas.
Merry Christmas!
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