He swung. The impact sent her body forward and she had to take a step to catch herself. He caught her by the waist when he thought she was going to fall. Her ass erupted in heat and pain, but other than the gasp in her breathing, she made not a whimper.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his Dom persona slipping away momentarily.
She nodded as she tried to find her voice. “Yeah,” she said now panting. “It just knocked me off balance.”
The pain in her ass seemed to be increasing rather than ebbing and she knew her flesh was swelling already.
He released her as soon as she felt steady. “Get back into position.”
“Yes, sir,” she said trying not to sound breathless and shaken.
Nyxie put her hands back on the wall and stretched her legs out until they were in position. She nodded to indicate her readiness. He reached out and caressed the abused flesh. His soft strokes felt cool to the touch making her close her eyes. He stood inches behind her and nuzzled her hair, inhaling her scent deeply.
“Baby, I really need you to make some sort of sound when I hit you. Your breath is lost under the impact and I need to hear something to gauge the blows. I don’t care if you cuss, moan or scream, but I need something.”
“I’ll try,” she said, her whole body beginning to tremble as adrenaline surged through her. “Don’t you think I’d use the safe word if I couldn’t take it?”
“I don’t know,” he said honestly pushing away from her. “You still embraced the willful defiance you used to piss off your father. You wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of knowing he hurt you, and you’re still hiding it from me. Even now you’re trying to keep your voice even, but I can see the distress in your carriage. You can barely stand.”
“The adrenaline has me shaky. I’m okay.”
Declan disappeared and her Dom returned. He straightened up, turning sideways to move back into position. He only extended the paddle once to line up a shot before raining it down on her with the same force as before. She made a small grunt of pain as his blow knocked her off her feet again. His body lurched forward but when he could see she had caught herself, he did not reach for her.
She put her feet back into place and aligned her hands with her shoulder so she could brace herself better. Turning to indicate her readiness with a nod, she realized he was gone. He emerged from the closet with the Louboutins.
As if that would help her balance, she thought sarcastically.
She balanced on one foot at a time as he placed the shoes on her feet. God, even her ankles felt wobbly. She walked her hands up the wall to adjust to the added height.
“After this one, I’m going to fuck you against the wall. You’re being punished so if you come, I’m going to punish you again. You understand me, Onyx?”
“Yes, sir.”
Declan lined up again and his body leaned away as he waited for a sign that she was in the proper state of readiness. She wasn’t sure if he waited for her to tense or relax or for her attention to drift slightly, but when the blow came; it landed with such force, she fell into the wall, her gasp incapable of filling her lungs.
He was behind her in an instant, spreading her legs, lowering his underwear and shoving his cock into her pussy.
He flattened her into the wall, her naked breasts stimulated by the rough painted surface as his thrusts continually jarred her body.
He possessed her, filled her, took her—his huge cock abusing her nearly virginal depths in a most carnal, powerful and erotic way. She tried to detach herself from the earth shattering sensations. Trying to comply with this demand that she not orgasm, she tried to soften herself, to yield without participating, but it only seemed to make what she felt building, come from a different place. She tried tightening everything. It just made the friction between their bodies intensify. He groaned and she almost let herself soar over the edge at the sexy rasp.
Distraction was her only hope. She closed her eyes and reached for her throat.
“What the fuck?” he said under his breath. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away, then clapped his large hand on her other wrist. He pinned her arms against her wall and nuzzled the back of her neck as he buried himself inside one last time, shooting his load into her hot depths.
His weight crushed her as he recovered from the powerful explosion. Breathing heavily into her hair, he moaned as gravity pulled the weight of his deflated cock out of her. It stirred him enough from his stupor to recognize how hard his body pressed into her. He pressed his lips against her crown of her head. Releasing her wrists, he stepped back and frowned. He would need to ask her about why she grabbed her throat later when they spoke about the scene.
“Go lay in the middle of the bed. Face down,” he said, his breath still raspy as if he was still recovering from his climax as he placed the paddle in the armoire.
“Faced down?”
“We’re not finished. You have two more punishments.”
“Two?” She scrambled to the bed and crawled to the middle. Her body molded to the mattress too exhausted to do anything else.
“That one was for not accepting my gifts graciously. The next one is for walking to the hospital. And then there is the matter of masturbating after you were told not to. I told you I would know.”
He tied each wrist to the ropes attached at the corners, winding the excess rope up her arms to her shoulders like snaking bracelets.
Leaving the shoes on, he tied her spread-eagled to the bed. As he had with her arms, he wound the excess rope up her legs.
“God, you're sexy as hell, red soles, red ropes, red ass. I planned to use the belt across your ass one time for every one of the thirty-four minutes I had to worry about you. I still intend to, but I hadn’t anticipated paddling you beforehand. So I’ll let you decide if you want me to stick strictly to your ass or spread it out over your thighs and lower back.”
Nyxie, still feeling the heat and swelling from the paddling, took a deep breath. “Declan, you’re stronger than.…” She almost said Daddy, but what Declan did and her father did felt completely different. Daddy wanted to break her—break her body, break her spirit, break her willfulness—but Declan wanted something else from her. She wasn’t quite sure what, yet. She wasn’t frightened when Declan punished her, not afraid of him, although at times she still felt anxiety over the pain. He was in control. He could and would stop instantly if she said the word. “You’re stronger than I realized. Hit my ass unless I yellow you. Then you can go after my legs and back until you’re finished.”
“Or you can red me,” he reminded her.
“I haven’t forgotten.”
“I want you to count them off.”
“Yes, sir.”
He picked up the belt and folded it in two. She whimpered when the first strike came down on the flesh so recently bruised.
“One, sir.” She waited and waited.
The belt whistled through the air. “Two, sir,” she gritted with the impact.
The red display of the alarm clock clicked off a minute. He hit her again. “Three, sir.” When he didn’t hit her again until another minute passed, it occurred to her he intended to draw out this punishment over thirty-four minutes.
Jesus.
“Four, sir.”
Somewhere around fifteen, sixteen and seventeen, she began feeling something odd. She didn’t know where the pain went, it was almost the way pain vanished during an orgasm. She could feel the weight of the blows pressing her into the mattress, but she didn’t feel the sting anymore. Her body was trembling again as chemicals coursed through her brain. She was barely able to remember the count and he had to correct her two blows in a row.
At twenty-five, he laid one across the very top of her thighs.
She knew this was a new pain, a different pain, but she didn’t know what that meant. She was pain drunk. “One, sir?”
“That’s twenty-five, Nyxie. Are you still with me or are you going to that place in your mind where you went
when they took the girls?”
It took her several seconds to reply. “No, it’s different,” she said lethargically.
“Do you need me to stop?”
“No.”
He put his hand on her back as he sat down on the bed. “On a scale of one to ten, ten being the worst pain imaginable, where are you?”
“Zero.”
The clock face changed.
“It’s time for the next one, sir.”
“Be quiet, Nyxie. I’m trying to decide what to do.”
“Finish it. I want you to be proud of me. I want to accept your punishment without complaint. I want to feel how much you care about my safety and I want to feel how much I worried you.”
“Fuck,” he said as he realized she was too impaired by pain to make rational decisions. He threw the belt at the armoire and began untying her. She was going to let him beat her as much as he wanted so he would be proud of her for taking it. Christ, what kind of bullshit was that? He was so mad at her he wanted to punish her again. Trust was a two-way street. Not only did she hide her pain but she couldn’t be trusted to safe word him when he’d gone too far.
He dropped each of the ropes in the corner so they’d be out of the way until he could deal with them properly.
“I’ll be right back.”
She heard him rushed down the stairs, but fell asleep without moving before he came back.
“Nyxie?” He shook her almost violently, waking her up immediately. “Thank God, I thought you passed out.”
“I’m tired. That was exhausting.”
“Can you sit up a bit? I brought you something for the pain and swelling.”
Her eyes closed. “I don’t take drugs.”
“It’s over-the-counter, baby. I’m not going to give you narcotics. I can’t prescribe for you. I’d have to find someone else who would.”
Nyxie only rolled over as far as her hip and rose up on her elbow.
“Viagra?” she asked seeing the two blue pills.
“Naproxen.”
She swallowed the pills without difficulty and lowered herself to the mattress. She felt herself drifting off when he suddenly sprayed her ass with something cool. It startled her a bit and she looked over her shoulder at him.
“Bactine,” he said. “And ice.” He held up a flexible icepack sheet.
“I’m okay,” she said. “I just need a few minutes. That was… intense.”
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Intense?
Christ, it was insane.
Declan picked up a rope and began coiling it as he watched her sleep. His precious sub was so beautiful, so brave, so damaged.
Fuck, he almost couldn’t believe he’d taken it so far. But she needed to understand, really understand, that he was her Dom. They had an agreement and she merely skirted the edges. That was his fault because he let her get away with it.
But this? He wished he felt better about what happened. There was a big difference hitting a sub he met online, one with whom he had little or no emotional connection, and hitting the woman he loved. The only thing that made it bearable was the knowledge that it fulfilled a need in her.
She never wavered, never asked him to stop, even as the pain clouded her thoughts. Had she been able to think clearly enough at that point to know if she should stop it?
The first blow with the paddle bruised her. Every blow after that made it worse. Bruise upon bruise upon bruise. Christ, she wouldn’t be able to sit for a week. That would make court fun tomorrow. He wondered if the courtroom would have wooden chairs as it did in the movies.
As he moved to close the armoire, the paddle caught his eye and he felt a bit sick. Just because he could, didn’t mean he should use it. The longer he looked at it the more he knew the paddle was a hard limit for him. He would never again hit Nyxie with that fucking paddle. God, it had been such a fantasy to recreate the moment he became aware of her, but if that was what it took, he might as well turn in his proverbial Dom card now.
Declan took the paddle downstairs, put it in a garbage bag and took it out to the dumpster along with the kitchen trash.
When he returned, he stood by the bed watching her sleep.
Her eyes fluttered open. She found him and smiled. “I could feel you looking at me.”
“I’m worried about you.”
“Declan, I promise you, I’m fine. Maybe, I’ll be sore tomorrow. But I’m drunk on all the endorphins and whatnot. Look, I’m still shaking like a leaf. I'll be glad when the adrenaline wears off. That is what causes it, isn’t it?”
“Probably, but you’ll also hurt more when it wears off,” Declan plucked the ice pack off her backside.
“Afterwards isn’t the same as during,”
She said it as if she had been in the lifestyle for years. But the more he knew about her past, the more he knew she did have a certain expertise when it came to pain.
She twisted around and tried to look at her bottom but gave up after a few seconds too exhausted to exert herself further. “Do I have a ba-donk-a-donk butt now?”
“Christ, Nyxie, how can you make jokes?”
“Lighten up, Declan, the human body heals.”
Declan picked up the unused riding crop and put it in the armoire and began closing everything to lock it up. The sight of it all made him feel a little sick.
“Does that mean were not going to have sex?”
“You want to have sex after that?”
She rolled onto her side, wincing slightly. “That was foreplay, wasn’t it?”
“That was punishment.”
“Oh. Can we have sex anyway?”
He sat down on the bed and touched her waifish face, her large brown eyes looking searchingly into his. “I don’t want to hurt you any more than I already have.”
“I thought we both agreed, I get off on that.”
She rolled onto her back and pushed herself to a seated position with a chagrined grimace. Placing her arms around his neck, she lifted her face to his ear. “You’re my Dom, I’m your sub. I have a need. And I promise to be duly grateful for everything you give me.”
Declan turned his head and kissed her slow and deep, treating her like the most fragile orchid. His fingers lightly traced each arm from her thin wrist to her shoulders. He splayed his large hand over her back, drawing large circles as he felt the texture of her flawless skin. Memorizing every inch of her back, his touch lowered with each circle, decreasing the pressure until he found his hands on her ass that had so recently been the center of his universe, the focus of his cruel intentions. The moan sounding in her throat was so quiet, he nearly missed it. It wasn’t the sound of pain he’d expected but the erotic sounds a woman makes to her lover.
He slipped his hands under her thighs and lifted her onto his lap, straddling his hips. He spread his legs wider forcing her weight off of her bottom onto her legs.
“Stop me if I’m hurting you.”
He was not so deep in his passion that the irony of his words was lost on him. By his hand, her ass was bruised and now he worried about causing her more pain. And if he did, she would embrace it.
He felt her lips draw into the smile under his kiss.
He chuckled. “You know what I mean.”
“I thought you wanted me to enjoy it.”
The roar that came from his throat could only be described as a groan. “Nyxie, I thought you were a kitten, but now I know you’re a siren, here to lure me to my death.”
He suddenly rose, taking her with him and lowered her back to the mattress. If it caused her any excess pain, she made no indication of it.
Declan’s mouth fell upon her breast like a starving man attacking food. He dragged his tongue around the perimeter as if melting ice cream would drip down the cone if he didn’t. The little sigh from Nyxie encouraged him to draw as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, lightly biting as he allowed her flesh to escape the wet confines of his mouth. Holding her plump nipple between his teeth, he flicked his tongue against th
e tip. Her back arched as she dug her fingers into his deltoid. “God, it’s too much,” she cried. “I-I… Oh.”
But he didn’t stop. His hand dipped into the folds between her legs. She could only be described as juicy wet, her clit so coated, his fingers glided without the slightest friction.
He could hear her breath building to orgasm. The Dom part of him didn’t want to let her come, yet there was something magical about the way she responded so quickly to him. Increasing his rhythm and his pressure on her clit, and sucking harder on her nipple, he brought her to her zenith. Other than a soft mew at the beginning and a sigh at the end, she made no sound, but her whole body trembled and jolted as if electricity shot through it for the better part of a minute.
Declan did not end his attentions, he increased them moving his mouth to her sex. He moved one hand to cup her ass, gently cradling it in his large hand, his thumb occasionally stroking ever so lightly over the welts.
The fingers of his other hand explored the rest of her sex, dipping into the tight wet darkness. He drew his nectar-slickened fingers out and stroked towards her anus. She noticeably drew away and he squeezed her tender ass without thinking.
She moaned both in pleasure and in pain.
“Don’t pull away from me, sub. Your body belongs to me for at least the next year.”
“Yes, sir. It’s just….”
“It’s just nothing,” he said, cutting her off. “Your body is mine. Your asshole is mine if I want it.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Relax. I’m not going fuck you there today, I just want you to get used to me touching you there and anywhere else I want.”
He lowered his mouth to her folds and it didn’t take long for her to return to her state of arousal even while he continued to stroke the delicate tissue of her perineum. When he felt her going over the edge again, he pressed his knuckle against the tight hole sending her rippling into waves of ecstasy.
Before she floated back to earth, he lifted her leg over his head and effectively flipped her on her belly. He lifted her hips and drove his length into her, keeping one hand in the middle of her back so she couldn’t rise up. “Stay down,” he commanded.
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