by Sadie Grey
He walked over to the bound woman. Her eyes watched him as he approached, but there was no fear in them. I saw longing there. He ran his finger along her arm and trailed it down to her breast.
I felt an insane stab of jealousy watching him touch another woman. In that moment, I hated her. We had made it very clear that we would not have sex with each other, but I realized then that he had made no such promises about other women. Would he make me watch as he made love to her? The thought made me feel sick.
I knew I shouldn’t care who he had sex with. Dominic and I were done romantically, despite my lapse in judgment earlier. Whatever small spark I thought had rekindled as he painted me had been snuffed out by his rejection. Still, I had an irrational desire to keep him all to myself, even if I wanted nothing to do with him.
He turned to face me, watching my expression carefully.
“Earlier, I told you about letting go of control. I told you about letting go of your fear and about letting go of your past.” His voice boomed throughout the darkness. “This is a continuation of those lessons. I want you to let go of all your preconceived notions about who you think you’re supposed to be. Which is why you’re wearing the mask.
“You are under my control right now. Make no mistake about that. But as a reward for how well you’ve done so far, this woman is now under your control. Do you understand?”
“I’m not sure, sir. What am I supposed to do?”
“I’ll tell you what to do. Here.”
He held up a riding crop. I had never seen one in real life before. My family was too poor for me to have ever ridden a horse, and the whole bondage thing was way out of my comfort zone.
“I want you to use this on her. Let me be clear. You are not trying to hurt her. Not too much anyway. Start lightly. Like this.”
He swung the riding crop behind me and grazed my ass with a light slap. I jumped and my hands flew to the stinging spot. It hurt more than I expected for such a light blow. The pain began to fade and some of the tension drained from my body.
“Move your hands,” he commanded.
I did.
“Bend over.”
I leaned forward with my hands on my thighs. The tip of the riding crop caressed the back of my thigh and up to my ass to the place where the first blow still stung. The sensation made me shiver. He traced lingering circles across my skin with a delicate touch.
“This is entirely about pleasure.” He slapped me lightly on one cheek. My body shivered again, and to my surprise, I felt myself getting aroused. “There is pain, yes. But the pain is just another gateway to pleasure.”
He whipped me lightly again. And again.
“Keep that in mind when you start on her. Now stand up straight.”
I did as he said, standing with my shoulders back and my head held high. He ran the riding crop along my arm and down to my hand. He slapped my palm lightly. I instinctively clenched my fist and just like that I was holding it.
“Your turn. Approach her and begin.”
I walked hesitantly over to the bound woman. The sound of my heels echoed loudly in my ears. The woman trembled at my approach. I stood staring at her for a moment, trying to wrap my head around what I was supposed to do.
“I can assure you that she is here of her own free will and she consents to everything you’re about to do. Isn’t that right?”
The faceless girl nodded.
I ran the riding crop along her arm, the way Dominic had done with me. She quivered in her bindings. I drank in the sight of her. I had, of course, seen other women naked in my life, but I had never really studied a nude woman this closely before.
I have never been attracted to women, but I had to admit that her body, at least, was quite beautiful. She was tight and toned and much thinner than me. Her breasts were smaller and tipped with rosy pink nipples. She looked ripe.
I ran the end of the riding crop along her neck, tracing the lines of her. Then I skimmed it along the curve of her breast. First one, then the other. Her nipples hardened. I flicked the end of the riding crop at one nipple. It made a tiny slapping sound. She inhaled sharply, and a flush crept over her chest.
“Harder,” Dominic said softly.
I flicked her nipple again, and she groaned behind the mask.
“Have fun with her. She wants you to do this.”
I trailed the riding crop down her stomach and between her legs, circling around her hairless sex. I ran it along her thighs, punctuating the movements with little slaps. Her body tensed with every blow. I could see it in her eyes that she liked it. I could feel myself warming up to it as well.
I turned to look at Dominic. He stood just outside the column of light with his arms crossed. He was drenched in shadow but I could see his eyes burning as he watched my performance. He was enjoying the show.
Despite the animosity I had felt towards him earlier, I liked that he enjoyed watching me. The thought of pleasing him excited me. I wanted to please him even more. I wanted to drive him crazy like he drove me crazy. I could do that by continuing to tease the bound woman before me.
I looked into the woman’s eyes and stepped closer to her.
“Do you like this?” I asked her softly.
She nodded.
I reached out my hand and caressed her breast, skimming my fingernails over her erect nipple and then pinching it between my fingers. Her eyes scrunched shut and she gasped behind the mask. The fact that I had this effect on her was intoxicating. I wanted more.
I walked around behind her. A few leather straps looped around her body, but her flesh was otherwise uncovered. I struck her across both ass cheeks, making her skin quiver with each strike. I could feel the vibration of her flesh in my wrist.
I whipped her harder. And harder still. Drinking in her cries like a rich wine. She writhed against her bindings with every blow. I eased up and caressed her tortured ass gently, just lightly running my fingertips over her reddened skin. Even my delicate touch was enough to get her squirming and moaning.
Without even knowing I was going to do it, I thrust the riding crop horizontally between her legs and rubbed the length of it between her lips. The knotted shaft slid smoothly with each back and forth stroke, and I knew she was soaking wet, all because of me.
I watched Dominic’s face as I worked the knobby shaft of leather back and forth along her slit. He was loving it, which spurred me on even further.
I let go of the riding crop. It stuck fast for a moment before clattering to the floor between her bound feet. My hands massaged the raised flesh along her ass and she moaned delightfully. I wrapped my arms around her from behind. One hand gripped her breast and the other slithered between her legs. She was warm and wet, and I stroked her flesh. I pretended that her body was my body. That it was my own breast I caressed and my own dripping slit that I teased.
She moved her hips into my hand, and I pulled away. She groaned and whimpered, wordlessly begging me for more. I continued stroking, and when she moved against my hand again, I pulled away again, drawing out her pleasure. Making her wait for it. Making her ache for it.
Exhilaration pulsed through me at the total control I had over her. She was totally dependent on my will for her enjoyment. The rush of power was like a drug. I understood why Dominic liked this so much.
I kept teasing her. I ran my fingers through her slick folds and circled her hard clit. I worked her body as if it were my own until she was breathing heavily and trembling in ecstasy.
My own breath was coming fast now, too, warming my face behind the mask. I knew she was close to orgasm. I felt powerful and sexy, knowing that I could evoke this reaction from her. I took her right to the edge, then stopped. Then right to the edge again. Then I stepped away. I felt an intense thrill at her pitiful moaning at the loss of my touch.
I walked back in front of her and looked into her eyes. She stared at me with intense hunger. She strained against her bonds, eager for more. I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“She�
�s warmed up. Try one of these.”
Dominic pulled a sheet off a nearby table. Upon its surface was an array of various implements of pleasure and pain. I saw paddles and dildos and nipple clamps like the ones I had worn earlier. He lifted a paddle off the table and handed it to me.
The paddle was long and wide, with holes cut into its surface. I gripped it, and it felt heavy in my hand. Far too heavy to actually use on a person. The riding crop was nothing compared to this.
I opened my mouth to speak, but Dominic’s dark expression stilled my tongue. Instead, I just shook my head. He frowned at me.
“You’re hesitating. I wonder why.” He tapped his finger against his lips. “Perhaps this will help.”
He walked over to the bound woman and gripped her head in his hands. His fingers found the zipper securing the mask to her head and unzipped it. He ripped the mask off of her. I blinked in surprise. I knew this woman.
It was Gillian.
He couldn’t see the expression on my face behind my mask, but I think he could see my surprise from the tenseness in my body. He smiled.
I threw the paddle on the floor and stalked away. I was almost to the door when I felt a hand grip my arm and spin me around.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
I stared at Dominic through the mask but said nothing.
“Speak,” he demanded.
“Why is she here? I thought you fired her.”
“I did. But I rehired her.”
Outraged, I turned to leave again, but his strong hand still firmly gripped my arm.
“Just for this. Just for a few hours, I swear.”
“But why? Why include her in this? I don’t want to have anything to do with her.”
“Because she’s the one who ruined everything. She interrupted what I thought was a beautiful moment between us, and she made you run from me. I thought it was only fitting that she be punished for it. In a manner of speaking. Plus, she’s into this sort of thing.”
“Ugh, I feel sick.”
“Don’t you see? The other night, she made you feel like shit. She tore us apart. For whatever reason, she had that power over you, but now things are reversed. I’ve given you complete control over her. Now, you have two options. You can run away from it, or you can embrace it.”
I bit my lip in indecision.
“Take control,” he urged. “Show her that you’re the dominant one. If you leave, she wins. If you stay, well, you can make her suffer. In a good way, of course. This is still about pleasure, not abuse. Okay?”
“I don’t know. A part of me really wants to hurt her.”
He shook his head and looked hard into my eyes. “Control works both ways. If you want to be in control of her, you have to stay in control of yourself. Now do you want to spank her or shall I?”
Hot jealousy flashed through me and I shook my head.
“She’s mine.”
I retrieved the paddle and walked behind her. The weight of it felt good in my hand. Powerful. I placed the flat of it against her ass. Right on the spot I intended to hit. I drew the paddle back.
Smack. The sound of the blow echoed in the room, causing both Gillian and I to jump. I hadn’t swung it very hard. It probably hadn’t even hurt her, but the sound of it was intense.
I hit her again, slightly harder this time. I felt the vibration of her flesh traveling up my arm. She made small whimpering sounds and her body lurched forward with the blow. The skin of her ass was an angry shade of pink.
I paddled her again. And again. Testing out different intensities and waiting for her reactions. I tried to keep Dominic’s instruction in mind. Pain, yes, but for pleasure, not for abuse. Her skin was redder now, and she cried out with each blow. There was pain in her cries, but something else, too. A sort of satisfaction. Like she deserved the pain. Like she savored it.
The power I felt was a mad rush to my head. Having complete control over another person was a visceral thrill, and I found myself getting into the spanking more than I could have ever imagined.
This woman had hurt me. Had called me a whore and a slut. Now she was subject to my whims.
I paused and walked in front of her.
“Do you know who I am?” I asked her.
I stood a head taller than her in my heels. She looked up at me, flushed and breathing heavy. She shook her head.
I took off my mask.
“What about now?”
Her eyes widened in fear, and a grim smile crept onto my face.
“You called me a whore. Remember?” My voice was loud and full of authority.
“Yes,” she said. I slapped her breast with my open palm.
“I didn’t tell you to speak,” I said, taking a page from Dominic’s book.
I massaged her breast. “Well, who’s the whore now? Speak.”
“I am.”
I pinched her nipple hard. “What?”
“I’m the whore,” she whimpered.
“You’re the whore, what?” I asked, increasing the pressure on her breast.
“I’m the whore, mistress,” she wailed.
“That’s right. I am your mistress. And you are my whore.”
I rubbed her head like a pet who had pleased me. She looked grateful for the caress, and a devilish laugh bubbled from my lips. I glanced over at Dominic. His face was serious, but his eyes danced with amusement and something else. Pride maybe.
“Very good.” I ran my finger down her cheek and lifted her chin. “Tell me, whore. Are you enjoying this?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Good. I have a very important question for you, and you better tell me the truth or else you’ll be punished. Understood?”
She nodded.
“Are you and Dominic fucking?”
I looked over at Dominic, afraid that he would stop me. His face remained impassive.
“Speak.”
“No, mistress.”
“But you still want to fuck him?”
She hesitated. “Yes, mistress.”
I nodded. I thought about hurting her again, but I decided on a different tactic. Pleasure is pain, I thought with a wicked smile.
My hand slipped between her legs. “Oh yes, you’re dripping for him.”
She let out a keening moan as I teased her between her legs. I slipped my fingers in and out of her in a steady rhythm.
“But you’re mine now. You don’t moan for him anymore. You moan for me. You’re my little slut.”
I slipped my fingers deep inside her. She moaned into my shoulder. Her warm breath tickled my neck and sent a shiver through me. “Do you want me to make you come, little slut?”
She nodded. “Please, mistress.”
I turned to the table with the toys on it. I plucked a pink vibrator from the table and held it in front of her face. My fingers twisted the base and the thing began to thrum in my hand. I pressed it against her hard nipple. Her head lolled back and she bit her lip.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes, mistress, please.”
I unhooked her wrists from the bar, followed by her ankles.
“Me first,” I commanded.
I pressed the vibrator into her hand and pulled my panties to the side. “On your knees, slut. Pleasure me, and I might let you come.”
Gillian dropped to her knees and pressed the vibrator against my wet slit. My body reacted instantly. The pent up arousal from the time I spent teasing her had kindled a raging fire inside me, aching for release.
I ran my fingers through her blonde hair and curled my hands into fists, pulling her hair tight against her scalp. She gasped. My hands pulled her face close to my sex as I ground myself against the vibrator.
“Fuck me, little slut.”
She plunged the vibrator into me. I hissed and my jaw clenched. Ripples of pleasure surged through me. I turned to look at Dominic. His mouth was open, and I could see that he was breathing heavy.
The sight of him made me moan. My skin was on fi
re. Waves of pleasure lifted me to soaring heights. My body throbbed with raging desire.
I pumped my hips in Gillian’s face as she worked the vibrator inside me. I could feel the pleasure building, pushing me to the breaking point. My body tightened and my orgasm swept over me. I pushed Gillian roughly away to the floor, taking the vibrator with her, and let the pleasure overcome me.
When the waves of pleasure subsided, Gillian was back on her knees in front of me. Her begging hands were clasped in front of her breasts.
