He came moments later with a roar, encouraging her down onto him, his hands on her sore arse. He lifted his head from the bed and dug his teeth into her shoulder. She screamed in surprise and lust as he sucked. She kissed his cheek then and he relaxed beneath her. He gently kissed the mark he’d left before dropping his head back to the mattress with a sigh.
Absolutely worn out, Felicity rolled to the side and stretched, panting. Contentment reigned until she noticed the patch of damp in the corner and the peeling wallpaper she’d been unable to fix. Then she thought about the old, worn floral duvet cover they lay on, and when Samuel moved, she remembered the squeaky old frame. She’d picked it up off the landing a few months earlier. It was far better than sleeping on her old mattress on the floor like a tramp.
“Sorry, Sir,” she apologized as he scrambled up the bed to lie beside her. “It’s not exactly the Hilton.”
“It’s perfectly serviceable,” he replied. “Anyway, I’m not thinking about my surroundings. I’m thinking about you.”
“Oh,” Felicity replied, cheeks warming.
“And how beautiful you are.” He cupped her face then traced his fingers down her body, skimmed them over her breast and stomach then laid them possessively on her thigh.
“And how I want to play with your delectable body. Stay there. Don’t move.”
He kissed her lips then pushed himself into a sitting position. The bed creaked as he stood. He walked over to the door and picked up the black briefcase that sat there. He brought it back to the bed and opened it beside her. It didn’t contain files and paperwork, no. There was a coil of rope, a flogger—she remembered something from her jaunt around the stalls at the burlesque fair—and other items she wasn’t so sure about.
“Right. Let’s start with something simple. Lift your hands above your head.”
Felicity lifted her hands straight up and let them flop back to the mattress behind her, where her hands crossed, and she rested the back of one in the palm of the other.
“Good, good.” He took a length of the rope and looped it around one, then the other wrist, leaning over her to attach the rope to the bedhead. Her hands lay exactly where she’d rested them. Felicity pulled toward her head and the rope let her move a little before digging into her wrists. She was trapped. Her breath caught in her throat when that realization stabbed into her mind, her heart and her pussy.
“Now, what to do first?” He trailed his fingers through her curls, settled next over her shoulders and traced his fingertips down the line of her collarbone. “Such an unblemished canvas. Where shall I lay my first mark?”
He curled his fingers and ran the back of his hand along the curve of her breast, sweeping round the edge and cupping the flesh with a sudden pressure.
Felicity gasped, her nipple tightened and her stomach rolled. She was at his mercy and she’d have it no other way.
Her Master flicked his thumb over her erect nipple and loosened his grip. He raked his fingertips down over her stomach, his nails digging in but not deeply enough to scratch but to leave a gentle sting in their path.
“Decisions, decisions.” He sighed, his breath tickling her neck.
His touch traveled lower, twirling an intimate curl round his pinkie before dropping farther, stroking her inner thigh. Could he feel her dampness? Did he know how turned on she was, how on edge she felt, waiting for what he’d do next.
“What shall I use?” he pondered aloud, hand on her thigh, as he looked into the opened briefcase.
He pinched her, completely taking her by surprise. Felicity flinched and yelped.
“Seems my fingers are effective enough.”
He chuckled and pinched her again on the same spot. She’d expected it, so managed to hold still, but it really stung. The next pinch was higher, followed by one lower. He peppered her whole inner thigh with pinches of varying ferocity. Some she dealt with easily, others she tried to get away from, but she couldn’t escape, and soon her thigh was alive with pain.
“I’m thoroughly enjoying this.” He ran his fingers gently up her inner thigh, the soft caress sending prickles of sensitivity up and through her entire body. He swept his fingers up to her damp lips and slipped them inside her with no resistance at all.
“Oh, I think you’re enjoying it too, Felicity.”
He pumped his fingers inside her, his thumb resting on her clit, and she squirmed with desire. She was enjoying it. She didn’t really know why or how or what made it so that pain and pleasure were so closely interconnected in her body, but she didn’t really need the answers. She just needed more of him, more of her Master’s unique brand of care.
“That’s enough of that.”
He stopped suddenly, and she couldn’t stop a sigh of frustration. He laughed, kissed her forehead and stood. Felicity’s heart hammered ferociously. Where was he going? She flicked open her eyes in time to see him walk around from one side of the bed to the other. She admired his nakedness, drank in the confidence of his stride and the roguish gleam in his eye. She didn’t know what he was going to do and was relieved when he sat on the bed on the opposite side of her.
“Can’t leave this side out,” he said with a wicked smile and once again, he pinched her inner thigh. Once, twice over and again until the whole surface ached and tingled and her body was alive with wonder and anticipation.
“Beautiful.” He sighed, smoothing his fingers over her newly reddened thigh. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Felicity held her breath while he traced his fingers up along the marks. She hoped he would repeat what he’d done before—slip his fingers inside her, rub her clit and maybe even bring her to climax. He ran his fingers into her wet slit, cooed as he gently rubbed the nub of her clit, but he didn’t linger.
“Please.” The word was formed and released before she had time to think it through.
“Not yet.” He leaned over and kissed her. His lips lingered on hers, then he pulled away slowly, like releasing Velcro. “I’ve not finished toying with you yet. Soon, sweetheart, soon. Now, I think it’s time for some embellishments.”
He reached into the briefcase and after pushing a few items around, scraping them against each other, he pulled out a small velvet soft black box. He opened it so the back was toward her. It sprung back with a brittle click. She couldn’t see what was inside until he lifted one up on the tip of his little finger. A fine gold chain looped round and disappeared through a blood-red heart. At each end of the chain hung a red, tear-drop-shaped jewel.
“I saw these the other day and I had to order them. I’ve imagined you wearing these a few times, Felicity. Your beautiful breasts will be finished off perfectly by these little jewels. Have you ever worn any such thing before?”
“No, Sir, I haven’t. To be honest, I’m not sure what they are or where exactly they’re going to go.”
His laugh burst forth with a blast of energy that made Felicity jump.
“They’re for your beautiful nipples, which will be squeezed by this loop at the top. If it is too much for you, you know what to say, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
He nodded, put the box down on the bed then pulled the loop of gold off his finger and very gently placed it around her nipple. The chain was cold on her skin and she shivered. Her nipple puckered and her master pinched the chain against it with his finger and thumb then tightened the loop with his other hand until the heart-shaped clasp pressed against the bottom of her stiffened nub.
The squeezing was a little uncomfortable but not quite painful. Once he let go of the chain and the full weight of it pulled down on the nipple and the pressure built, she winced.
He repeated the process on the other nipple and she tightened in anticipation as he let go. Both nipples were sore, but if she stayed still and didn’t make the little gems move, she could cope. At least she thought she could.
“I knew they would suit you.”
He flicked the left one and set it swaying. The pinching pain s
welled, and Felicity grit her teeth, trying hard not to cry out.
“Such pretty, proud nipples. They deserve to be jeweled.”
He nudged the right one and she squirmed, not sure if she could take any more, but not wanting to move them either. She forced herself to be still, trying to calm her breath too, in case the swell of her tortured panting would unseat the weights and cause her to shout out or shift in discomfort.
“This is fun.” He chuckled, flicking both sets of jewels at the same time. She gasped, unable to hold it in. The drag and the pull hurt and her nipples tightened more, translating that arousal through her body to her clit. She rubbed her thighs together and tried to get some kind of pleasant stimulation going to even out the ache in her breasts, but all that really happened was that she was reminded how much her thighs stung and she soon stopped, unable to take the tumult of pain and pleasure any longer.
She found relief as the jewelry hanging from her nipples steadied against the curve of her breast. She could manage to control herself if she closed her eyes and concentrated on her breathing. She would lose it if she looked into his eyes or watched what he was going to do next, so if she only thought about the next breath, she was fine.
“Felicity, I do believe I’m hard again. You’re gorgeous body and the wicked things I’ve done to you have turned me on. What do you think I should do about that?”
His voice upset her equilibrium and she had to open her eyes. She needed to see the truth of the words written on his face and she did. It took her breath away for a moment and set her stomach churning.
“I think you should use me for your pleasure, Sir,” she answered without thought.
“I think you’re right. I’m going to fuck you.”
She was at once ecstatic and frozen with fear. She wanted him inside her, to fill the growing ache between her thighs, but how would all that thrusting affect her poor breasts and her stinging legs and bum? She wasn’t sure she could take it.
Felicity held her musings in as her Master pulled a packet from his briefcase then closed the lid, fastened it with two sharp clicks and set it on the floor.
He leaned over her body and checked the bindings at her wrists by running a finger between the rope and her skin. He pressed a small kiss to the palm of her hand. She smiled her appreciation and hoped that maybe he’d release her nipples, since he was thinking of her comfort, but he didn’t. He ran his gaze down her body, maybe he was checking she was okay or maybe he was enjoying the view. He took a moment to put on the condom he’d freed from his briefcase, and Felicity’s stomach clenched in anticipation. She wanted him inside her again and the condom was a sign that was going to happen soon.
She watched as he got closer to her lips, their gazes joined. She wondered what he could see in her eyes. Could he see the arousal, the fear she might not be good enough for him. Could he see all that?
Felicity forgot to worry the moment his lips touched hers. She concentrated on the kiss, the lust that intensified as their mouths joined. She just wanted him. Everything else was forgotten.
He scrambled over her and she eased her thighs wider to accommodate him, hissing when his legs touched her sore thighs. Their mouths parted every now and then to gain breath. He nudged forward, his hardness pressing into her soft folds, and she sighed into his kiss.
Their movements together set the nipple adornments jiggling. Felicity tensed, the weights shifted and pulled on her sensitized nipples. Just when the pain reached a level that made her contemplate saying something to make it stop, her Master pushed into her and suddenly the pain was an extension of the pleasure and she didn’t want it to ever end.
Each move, each swing, each thrust set her whole body alight. Her thighs, her arse, her wrists, her nipples all protested and screamed out their discomfort, but the movement of him inside her eclipsed all that. She couldn’t comprehend it, but the way he fucked her turned the aches and the stings into prickles of pure pleasure.
She was on fire, consumed with heat and lust, eyes squeezed shut as she tried to capture and understand exactly what she was feeling.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
She forced open her eyes with great effort and met his gaze. He looked deep into her, saw her soul, and Felicity thought she was going to fall apart. She wanted to laugh, cry and scream all at the same time. Her heart and her mind felt like they would burst from the joy and ecstasy of his gaze, his touch, his fucking.
Could he feel the same thing? Just as she thought she’d have to close her eyes or explode, he closed his and, with a gravelly grunt, he stilled and throbbed inside her before thrusting once, twice and three times more.
“Wow.” He panted, shaking his head as if dazed. “Wow, Felicity.”
She was very thankful that he didn’t collapse onto her but thoughtfully lifted himself away from her body and sat back on his calves. After a moment, he stretched out and carefully uncinched both of her nipples, topping each with a gentle kiss, which seemed to soothe them, at first.
“Oh, God.” Felicity groaned as the blood rushed back to the tips of her breasts, and they tingled and throbbed. She almost wanted the nooses back on. The throbbing intensity was close to overwhelming. And of course, her Master leaned across her body to unbind her wrists, pressing his chest down on her breasts. She was certain he did it on purpose from the smirk plastered on his lips.
She wiggled her fingers as he released her wrists and slowly moved her arms out to the side of her body. Being free was virtually orgasmic in itself. Felicity would have been happy to simply bask in afterglow, but no, Sir had other plans.
He lifted then scrambled down to the bottom of the bed.
“Play with yourself, Felicity. I want to watch you come.”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered immediately and dropped her hand to her pelvis. Her hand still felt a little floaty and was disobedient. It took her a few times to get the rhythm she needed and the pressure she wanted to send the sparks flying.
She looked down her body, focused on her fingers and the way she strummed her wet clit. The need to come built as he watched her intently. She moaned and he looked up. Time stopped. She held her breath. She wanted to capture that moment forever, lust reflected in his gaze. She couldn’t. She had to close her eyes and let the orgasm rip through her. Just when the convulsions lifted her to the very peak, he ran his nails down each thigh and the sharp stinging pain took her to another level. She screamed with pain, rage, surprise and absolute ecstasy.
She shuddered, feeling like she’d been ripped apart. He curled himself around her in an all-encompassing hug, and she was thankful for it. His touch brought her back together again. There wasn’t a smidgeon of energy left within her. All she could manage was to lift her hand and place it on top of his.
Felicity would have happily fallen asleep. In fact, she was drifting off when his voice roused her.
“I’ll have to get going, Felicity,” he murmured against her ear.
“Oh, okay, Sir,” she mumbled back and attempted to open her eyes.
“I want to give you something before I leave.”
“Hmm…” She really wanted to be more engaged, but her body was shutting down. It couldn’t take any more.
“I’ll leave it on top of your chest of drawers, then?”
She heard him picking up clothing and moving around her room. He even swished her curtains closed.
“Okay.” She yawned. “Sir.”
“Now, does your door lock automatically when I leave?”
“The Yale does, yes,” she replied.
“Do I need a key to lock up properly?”
“Mmm, probably, Sir. Mine’s on the table. Take it. I’ve got a spare.” Felicity wouldn’t normally be so lax about giving away a key to her apartment, but she was so very relaxed. She was incapable of worry.
“Okay then, Felicity. I’ll let myself out. It’s been a pleasure.”
He leaned over the bed, and laid a kiss gently on her forehead.
“It h
as,” she replied, with a sleepy smile. “Thank you, Sir.”
She was barely aware of his footsteps, the bedroom door shutting followed a moment later by her front door. As soon as it was quiet again, she slept.
* * * *
When she woke in the morning, she was achy, stretching out caused her buttocks and thighs to throb, but that made her smile. She recollected Samuel saying something about wanting to give her something. She slowly opened her eyes and looked toward the chest of drawers. She couldn’t see anything left there. She lifted her head and noticed an envelope.
Curiosity overcame her sore shoulders, and the memories of being cuffed and tied immobile overcame the sting when she sat up, putting weight on her bottom. It had to be bruised, being so very tender. She walked over to the other side of the room and picked up the envelope addressed to her in sweeping handwriting.
Inside was a crisply folded piece of thick, cream paper containing a check.
Dear Felicity,
I believe in you and your jewelry. I know there is a market out there for your bespoke and unique creations. This is to help you find that market. We’ll talk soon. I know the perfect place for you to set up shop, and I’ll be able to help you get a good deal on it.
Samuel x
The check was for fifty thousand pounds. Her hands trembled, and the papers slipped between them and onto the floor. She had to sit or she would faint. She scrambled back to the bed and sat tentatively, cringing as her arse hit the sheets.
What in God’s name is he trying to do?
How dare he give her all that money! She dashed hot tears from her cheeks and shook her head. It wasn’t his place to provide for her. She wasn’t some common whore whose services should be paid for. Once the shock had worn off, she gritted her teeth determinedly and headed into the bathroom to wash and dress. She was going to pay Samuel a visit and return his bribe.
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