As the pain of the first strike spread, she felt tears at her eyes and knew it had nothing to do with the ache. It was the guilt, but as long as he kept going she’d be okay. This would make it better.
Punishment was absolution of the purest kind.
“I am aware that Kalen and Ailsa worked together to make it easier for you to disobey, but this was your choice.” James’ voice was as sharp as the next line of fire the crop delivered, and she whined loudly into the bed. “You could have sent Ailsa back to ask my permission.”
“I KNOW!” She shouted as he delivered another strike, and another, and she tried to accept the pain, to stop fighting it, because she’d more than earned it. James didn’t even know the panic the girls had felt, the torture she’d put Kalen through as he worried about her and James, dragging the twins around as he’d searched for her. He didn’t even know the awful extent of their friends’ fear for her. “I really am sorry, Master. I knew it was wrong, I knew and I did it anyway because I wanted to, and I worried everyone needlessly.”
“And that is why you’re being punished, pet.” With wicked precision, James landed a strike on her thighs, and then another just below. Thalia sagged against the bed, knees bent, heels off the floor as the tears made the comforter damp beneath her cheeks.
Two mistakes.
Two acts of disobedience on her wedding day.
The torment inside was worse than the ache of the welts, especially since she could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs. Her body oblivious to the reasoning behind the pain, it simply processed James’ presence and the impact of the implements the way it always did — the pain and then pure arousal. Funneling all of the spikes of agony and sharp snaps of heat into a tingling tension that wound tight in her belly, coiling low to make her pussy clench around nothing. Craving him to fill her, to fuck her until she felt forgiven and her brain emptied in bliss.
“Master…” she whimpered, fighting the fuzzy allure of subspace, trying to hold onto the aches she felt, ignoring the dizzying after-effects brought on by the strange chemistry of her brain. The same odd reaction that made everything they were work so perfectly.
But this was a punishment, and punishments meant no escape into pleasure.
Not yet.
She needed his forgiveness first, and she’d take whatever he asked of her to earn it. Straightening her legs, she forced her heels back to the floor, lifting into the appropriate position as she sniffled and tried to halt the tears. “Please forgive me, Master?”
Another strike across her ass, then another a little below, and then he landed the last at the most sensitive point, her sitspot, the place where her ass curved into her thighs. But she locked her knees to stay in position even as she gasped and groaned against the bedding.
His touch made her whole body jump, fingers cool against the heat of her skin as he caressed each welt. The broad stripes of the strap, the narrow lines from the crop, and she could feel the texture of her flesh under his hand. Suddenly, his fingers pulled back and his command snapped out, “Come here, on your knees. Now.”
As his touch abandoned her she pushed up, shoving her hair back from her damp cheeks so she could turn to face him. James was stroking his cock through the front of his pants, and she ran her tongue along her lower lip as she slid to her knees and crawled to his feet. “May I?” she asked, trying to fight the trembles in her hands from the adrenaline and the rest of the cocktail of all-natural chemicals their play always brought on.
How anyone found pleasure in vanilla sex… she couldn’t figure out.
This was bliss.
Painful perfection.
Absolute heaven as she looked up at James’ bottle glass green eyes.
“Go on, pet. You can taste me.” Before he’d even finished speaking her fingers were in the waistband of his pants, running along the deep V that she adored, and she paused to run her tongue along one line as she pulled down and let go of the fabric in her hands.
James’ sigh from high above made a smile tilt her lips, sliding her fingers along his shaft, stroking the length of him, thumb rolling over the head. The twitch of his muscles had her hungry for more, and she licked at him before sliding him between her lips.
“Yes…” he groaned, and she ran one hand up the back of his thigh to pull him into her throat.
The first thrust was all her, but as he wound his fingers into her hair the second was all James. He thrust deep and held still, her nose pressed to his firm stomach as she swallowed around his cock, and the low moan above her was better than anything else in the world.
“That’s it, pet.” His hips moved back just enough to let her steal a tiny breath before he thrust again, working back and forth in a rhythm that was all about his pleasure and her service, her submission. As James’ fist tightened in her hair, she moaned around him, sucking and tasting as much as he allowed with each pulse of his hips. Her nails pressed into the backs of his thighs, because without that anchor she would have slipped one hand between her thighs, to ease the need that had returned to the surface now that her ass and thighs were stinging with welts.
She wanted to come, but she wanted to taste him more, and so even when he cut off her air again, and again, and again, as he held himself deep, her throat working around him — she stayed still. Obedient, accepting, pleading silently for him to continue. To make her throat ache with the strength of him, so that she’d remember every delicious inch when they moved onto whatever he planned next.
“You are mine,” he growled, and she moaned in agreement, working him with her tongue as he fucked her face, his other hand finding purchase in her hair to hold her still. “I don’t care how often we go to Purgatory or play with Kalen and Maggie, his decisions do not override mine.”
Thalia whined around his cock before he cut off her air once more, unable to apologize again, to beg for forgiveness. I never meant to do that. Guilt wracked her, the sting of the welts where her heels dug into her ass a dull comfort. Trying to show him how she felt, she let go of his thighs and folded her wrists behind her back.
I’m yours. Completely.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
The words were nothing more than moans against his flesh, but he growled above her, the green of his eyes almost obliterated by his pupils as she looked up at him from her knees. “My sub,” he spoke clearly as he pulled back just enough to thrust deep again. “My good girl.”
She wanted to agree, to say yes, but there was no air, no space. Another sharp thrust, and his fists tightened in her hair as he started to move in shallow pulses, staying buried in the tight, squeezing confines of her throat. Her lungs burned, her head swam, as he growled.
“My wife. Mine.” James shouted and he came, cock jerking deep as she swallowed everything he offered, desperate for air, nails digging into the arms behind her back.
His taste filled her mouth and when he finally pulled free, she gasped, choked, swallowing again as she bowed forward to draw breath. Trying to shake off the swimming sensation in her head. James’ quiet chuckle above her made her smile just before he tugged his pants back into place and crouched in front of her.
“Master,” her voice broke on the word, throat sore, but he caught her chin, lifting her eyes to his where his pupils were still so dilated that the thin ring of bottle-glass green around them was barely an accent.
“You are incredible, baby, you know that, right?” Brushing his thumb over her swollen lips, she couldn’t respond, drawn towards his inescapable gravity, and then he pulled her in. Wrapping his arms around her before leaning her back for a kiss. James captured her mouth, delving his tongue inside without pause, and as he held her tight against him she felt absolved before he’d even said the words. Absolute bliss as they ended up tangled on the floor, James held mere inches above her with an arm braced beside her shoulder — but she didn’t care because he was between her thighs.
Desperate need swelled and she lifted her hips, trying to rub against hi
m, but he stopped her. Pinned her to the floor beneath his weight, taking his time with her mouth. Sometimes decadently slow, teasing brushes of his lips against hers. And then the next moment tongues warring, teeth nipping, and he growled when she bit back a little too sharply, caught up in the moment. Both of them panting, eyes locked on each other as he grinned slowly.
“Do you want to come, pet?” James’ voice was playful, sated from his orgasm and the act of punishment, but she was still twisted inside.
“If I’m forgiven, yes, Master, please?” she begged, trying to move beneath him, but he caught her hip to hold her still.
“You took your punishment, so of course you’re forgiven, but… I don’t know if I’m ready to let you come yet.” Lifting himself away from her, James grinned in that charmingly mischievous way, her already soaked pussy growing slick.
“I’m going to die,” she groaned dramatically, laid out on the floor in front of him as he stood, but he only laughed.
“Get up, pet. I want to touch you.”
With that temptation she almost jumped off the floor, trying not to sound too desperate. “Where would you like me, Master?”
“On the bed like I asked.” James smiled, tugging the bedding back to fold it at the bottom, leaving a clean, white expanse.
“Yes, Master.” Biting back the grin she crawled onto the bed and knelt, but he only tilted his head, gaze flowing over her curves.
“Lay down for me and spread your legs. Arms up.” James had barely finished the command before he turned away, expecting her to obey as he moved to a chair near the curtained windows — and, of course, she did. When he returned he dumped an armful of rope and leather cuffs onto the bedding between her feet. “What did I promise you earlier today, pet?”
As he attached the first cuff around one ankle she tried to sort through the chaos of her mind to remember his words. “You promised to fuck me. Hard.”
“Oh, you’re right. I did.” James grinned as he lifted a piece of rope, tying it off to the cuff before pulling her ankle to the edge of the bed. “After what, though? There was a caveat.”
Thalia whined, dropping her head. “You promised to fuck me after you made me beg, and scream, and plead. But I have, Master!”
He finished tying off one ankle, and started on the next with a devious grin on his lips. “Punishments don’t count in play, pet. You know that.” The sharp jerk of the rope made her groan as she propped herself on her elbows.
“I want you! Please?” There was no shame in her desperate tone, even as he made her lay back against the bed again, his strong grip pulling one wrist towards the headboard, wrapping the soft leather cuff tight.
“What happens when you get bossy?” James smirked at her, glancing up occasionally as he crouched to tie the rope to the bed frame.
“You make me wait longer, Master.” It took more self-control than she thought she had in the moment, but she managed to avoid rolling her eyes.
“That’s right, pet. So, will you be a good girl and be patient for me?” He asked as he walked around the end of the bed, abs shifting with each step, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as he watched her in return. Gaze hungry, an amused expression on his face, but she could tell he was thinking. Plotting.
“I promise I’ll behave.”
The low chuckle as he bound her other wrist to the bed spoke volumes about what he thought of her answer. “Tell me, are you wet?”
“Yes, Master.” The exasperation fled her voice as his fingers brushed down her stomach, and when his fingers dipped between her thighs she almost shouted in relief. He traced her pussy, dragging her wetness to her clit to start slow, purposeful circles that were just enough to amplify the tension inside her.
“You are wet, pet.” Moving his hand lower he gently slid two fingers inside her, stretching her, bucking her hips to seek just a little more friction, but it did nothing. He was torturously gentle, his thumb brushing over her clit, back and forth, teasing passes that had her thighs twitching.
Groaning in frustration she jerked against her wrist cuffs, looking up at him in desperation. When he smiled, she let out a little scream and kicked her heels into the bed. “Master!”
“Oh, pet, no patience at all.” James pulled his fingers from her and tsk’d. “Is it so terrible to have me enjoy each and every twitch of your body? Every little sound you make when you’re so wet and wanting?” Wandering to the chair in the corner, leaving her bereft of his touch, his voice had her squirming on the bed.
Wrists twisting in the cuffs she tried to think clearly through the haze of the arousal, through the dull ache of the welts across her ass. “I just want you. Please?”
“You already had me in your throat, pet. You got to feel me, to taste me…” Returning to her, he sat on the edge of the bed and traced the outside of her leg. “Was that not enough?”
The idea that he might edge her the entire night made her whine low in her chest, gritting her teeth as she fought the pathetic stream of pleas she wanted to utter. Instead, she managed a simple, “Thank you, Master. For letting me taste you.”
“Such a good girl.” Chuckling, James leaned closer, almost kissing her, and her lips parted in expectation, but he spoke instead. “Will you continue to be a good girl for me?”
“What do you want me to do, Master?” She almost didn’t finish the question before he kissed her, his fingers delving between her thighs to roll against her clit, sending her hips into jerking pulses as she sought oblivion. He continued to rub her as he broke the kiss, his breath brushing over her lips.
“I want you to obey me, and not come until I give you permission. Understand the rules, pet?” James’ pupils had dilated again, that thin ring of dark green beckoning her to the very edge of her sanity as heat coiled tight between her legs.
“Yes, Master. I understand.” It felt like damnation to speak the words, but there was no other choice. She’d already disobeyed, twice, on today of all days, and this was her chance at redemption. Yes, she was forgiven, but this was about proving to herself that she could obey, that she could show some self-control.
Of course, that idea felt completely ridiculous when he made a low sound in his chest and slid his fingers back inside her. James’ lips closed over her nipple and she arched, moaning until he bit down and a brief scream escaped her. “I love the sounds you make.”
“Master…” she sighed, trying to focus on the way he stroked at her g-spot, toes curling as he applied a little more pressure and she gasped, just in time for him to bite down once more. A zing of electric tension, fireworks popping in her nerves, making her twitch, jerk against the cuffs without even meaning to move.
Sweet agony.
Pulling his fingers free he leaned up, hovering them before her lips. “Taste,” he commanded, and she opened. The tang of her own juices flooding her tongue, as she sucked his fingers in, running her tongue over his digits, and he growled, pulling them free to take her mouth again. Demanding, hungry, one knee landing between her spread legs as he leaned over her to control the kiss.
Between her legs she felt something new, small and cool, and then it kicked on and she practically screamed against his lips. “Oh, fuck!”
James smiled down at her as the little vibrator kicked to life, her body trying to contort around it, and he looked between them, eyes roving over her curves as she struggled to fight back the fresh sensations. “Beautiful,” he mumbled before his mouth closed over her other nipple, drawing it in, and she tugged against the cuffs, feeling the rope rubbing against the edge of the bed. Nothing to be done, nothing but accept it, and then his teeth bit down again and it was like electricity rushing through her nerves.
Pain and pleasure intertwining until they were impossible to distinguish in the lust-fueled haze of her brain. The magic he worked as the vibrator buzzed at her core, the tingling rush that followed every nip of his teeth, she was breaking apart — and somehow she knew he was only getting started. Her whimper only amplified
as his teeth lifted and his hands roamed, pinching her other nipple, then sliding down her sides to squeeze at her waist. “I can’t…” she whined, but he just chuckled as he adjusted on the bed to rest between her thighs.
“I know you will, pet. You like obeying me, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master, I do, I just—” Her words cut off, stunned by the sensation and the sight of him shifting down the bed until his breath moved over her pussy. I am so screwed.
“Do not come or I will leave you soaked and wanting until we land in Bora Bora.” James held her gaze for a moment before his head dipped and his tongue made contact, licking in one long, devious swipe through her wetness.
All of tonight, and then twenty-seven hours of flying before they landed on the island.
There was no doubt in her mind she’d lose it if he made her wait, and also no question that’d follow through if she disobeyed.
Again.
But every flick of his tongue had her shivering, the insistent buzz of the little vibrator becoming pure torture as her nails bit into her palms. Then he closed his mouth over her clit and she screamed, choking it off as she pressed her lips together, but it was a sudden and blinding pleasure.
Too much to take, more than she could take. She was sure of it as her body torqued, hips twisting and lifting before his strong hands forced her back to the bed, pinning her so that he could continue tasting her.
Ecstasy and torture rolled into one, a fucking doomsday device under his tongue, and she cried out, begging incoherently. “Please, please, I— fuck! —Master, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…”
“Do. Not. Come.” James lifted just enough to look at her and she whimpered, biting down on her lip before she collapsed against the bed. The visual of him between her thighs had only made it worse, mouth wet with her, blond hair a seductive mess atop his head. She wished she had her hands free to run them through it, to hold on, to give herself some center, but she was spread wide.
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