by Leah Brooke
Closing his hands on her waist from behind, he led her to stand in front of it. “I want you to see what I see. I want you to see how passionate you are and why I can’t resist you.”
He wanted her to come face to face with her own surrender and see the beauty that had made him fall in love with her all over again.
“While you’re watching yourself, I want you to think about how much this excites me. I want you to understand that every cry and moan you make and every lash of the crop you take makes me fall even deeper in love with you. I want you to understand why I’m so possessive of you and why I can’t ever get my fill.”
Hope felt a surge of panic growing inside her, the reality of facing her own submission scaring the hell out of her. “What if I can’t?”
She felt even more vulnerable at being naked while he was still fully clothed.
Ace smiled and fisted a hand in her hair, forcing her head back against his shoulder. “You can. You do it so beautifully. It’s a part of you, baby, and you need to come to grips with it. You need to see what I see.”
He kissed her hard before releasing her. “Are you ready for your collar?”
Not as sure as she’d been a few minutes earlier, Hope met the hunger in his eyes and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Don’t move.”
She watched him go to another one of the larger drawers and remove something much larger than she’d expected.
His eyes, dark with possessiveness, raked over her as he approached again. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you wear this for a long time. Are you my submissive?”
A wave of longing went through her at the light in his eyes.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. I want you to watch yourself in the mirror.”
Hope nodded and obediently looked at herself in the mirror, struck by the apprehension in her eyes.
“Don’t forget. You can use your safe word whenever you need to.”
He knew.
Her Master always knew.
“Lift your head a little.”
He slipped the collar around her neck, a collar so thick that she found she couldn’t lower her head at all while wearing it. “I chose red for you on purpose. It matches the fire inside you. Be still, sub.”
Hope watched Ace hold her hair out of the way while he fastened the collar around her neck, the hunger darkening his eyes creating an answering hunger inside her.
Once he’d fastened it, he reached for the contraption hanging from a small hook in the collar. “A collar alone wasn’t enough for my sub. I wanted something a little more. Wearing my collar in this room means that you’ll wear all of this.”
The collar forced her head straight, and the only way she could see the rest was to watch in the mirror.
When he straightened it, she stared in stunned amazement as he slid a strip of leather around her breast, using a small buckle to fasten it securely.
Four metal strips from all four sides closed over her breast, the hole in the middle centered on her nipple, enclosing it with another circle of cold metal.
Once he’d attached both sides to her breasts, he touched a finger to each of the T-shaped pieces of metal below her nipples. “Watch.”
Slowly turning them closed the metal circling her nipples, and only then did she realized that the surface on the inside of the circles had a roughness to it unlike the smooth loops he usually used.
She sucked in a breath at the sensation of ridged metal tightening on her already sensitive nipples, and the jolt of lust to her clit almost doubled her over.
“No, sub. Don’t look at your nipples. Look at your eyes.”
Pulling the leather straps hanging from each side of it, he fastened it securely at her back as he would her bra.
Hope obediently looked in the mirror, the look of vulnerability and overwhelming need in her eyes astounding her.
Closing his hands on her waist, Ace bent to look over her shoulder, holding her gaze in the mirror. “Look at you. So fucking sexy. How does it feel to have those nipples held tight in those loops?”
“They’re not as s-smooth as th-the other one.”
Ace smiled slowly. “I know. There are little ridges in there that’ll rub against your nipples every time you move. Since this is for punishment, I’m going to tighten them a little more.”
Hope breath hitched, the excitement in Ace’s eyes fueling her own. “What if I come?”
“I’ll add ten more lashes.”
She watched in the mirror as he tightened the loops a little more, heightening the throbbing in her clit. “I look so—”
“So beautiful? So willing to surrender to your Master? So fucking sexy that the memory of this is gonna keep me up at night?”
Thrilled to excite him so much, Hope smiled. “Really?”
“Really.” Straightening, he moved to stand in front of her, his expression hard as granite. “But instead of fucking you, I have to deliver your punishment.”
Not knowing what to do with her hands, she clasped them in front of her. “I’m sorry, Master.”
With his hands on his hips, Ace looked even more dangerous. “Not yet, but you will be.”
She didn’t know what it said about her that the colder and harder he looked, the more he excited her but found that, at that moment, she didn’t care.
She needed his strength and control, confident that the tenderness would be there when she needed it.
He moved away briefly, returning with the narrow, padded bench that he loved. Placing it in front of her, he wrapped a hand around her upper arm. “Bend over this and hold on to the handles.”
Relieved to have his help, especially since she couldn’t bend her neck to look down, she slowly bent over the bench, surprised to find it slightly lower than usual. Both sides had been removed, leaving just a padded area of about eight inches wide for her to bed over.
Since the collar impeded her ability to look down, she was grateful when Ace took each of her hands in his and drew them toward the handles she could now see in the mirror.
“Thank you, Master.”
“You’re welcome. Watch the mirror.”
She watched his reflection as he released her and moved away again, running his hand over her ass as he did. Curious, she lifted her head, pleased to discover that the back of her collar was thinner than the front, which allowed her to watch him in the mirror with ease.
As if feeling her gaze, he turned as he turned another mirror that he’d positioned behind her. “Now you’ll be able to see your punishment as well as feel it. I want you to see what I do to you and what I see.”
Hope gulped, her legs shaking. “Yes, Sir.”
“Spread your legs.”
She did as he demanded, her toes curling on the hardwood floor at the tug to her nipples. Unable to tear her gaze away from the sight of her bottom sticking up in the air, Hope sucked in a breath, her pulse tripping when Ace placed a hand on her ass, parting and lifting her cheeks.
“Isn’t that a beautiful sight?”
The vulnerability she felt at having her puckered opening exposed heightened at the sight of her husband looking at her there, the raw possessiveness in his eyes unnerving.
“This is mine.” Running his thumb over her puckered opening, he met her gaze in the mirror. “I want you to watch me push the ginger inside. I want you to see how beautiful you look with a ginger root sticking out of your ass.”
Hope groaned, the realization that she’d underestimated her husband’s dark side increasing by the minute.
“Before that, I want to show you something else that I have for you. A present if you’re a good girl and beg nicely.”
Hope couldn’t even imagine what it could be but realized that she’d only tapped the surface of her husband’s erotic imagination when he moved to stand in front of her, a large blue butt plug in his hand. Gulping at its thickness, Hope shifted restlessly, her bottom clenching.
Kneeling in front of her, he slowly applied a libe
ral amount of lube all around it. “It’s been in the freezer. The lube will help insulate you from the cold, and it’ll be warmed slightly while you accept your punishment, but I thought you might need some relief after the burn of the ginger.”
“It’s so big, Master.”
“It smaller than my cock, and you take that. The difference is that my cock is hot and this is cold.” He set it on a small stool in front of her. “If you take your punishment like a good girl and beg me to fuck you with it, I will. If not, we won’t use it at all.”
After running a hand over her hair, Ace rose and moved behind her again, leaving her staring at the ice-cold plug, already lubed for her.
“Look in the mirror, sub.”
Lifting her head, Hope looked into the mirror, once again watching her husband’s large hand parting and lifting her ass cheeks.
This time, though, he held a large piece of carved ginger root in his other hand.
Hope sucked in a breath when it touched her puckered opening and, for the first time in her life, watched an object being pushed into her bottom.
“Ohhh!” Hope tightened her hands on the handles when the burning sensation began, embarrassment and arousal warring for dominance at the sight of the unpeeled knot of ginger root sticking out of her ass.
Releasing her, Ace ran a hand over her ass. “See how beautiful you look with your ass filled? If I had my way, I’d keep it filled all the time.”
“You usually do.” Hope gasped, regretting her words the moment they passed her lips, her stomach knotting at the disapproval in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Master. It’s starting to burn.”
“That just earned you ten more. You will not talk back to me, especially in this room.”
Ten more?
Hope gulped, struggling not to clench on the ginger. “Thank you, Master.”
The burning sensation intensified, and she wished he would just get on with her punishment so he could take it out.
Instead, he took his time getting the crop, spending the next several minutes running it up and down her inner thighs. “So pretty. How many lashes do you have coming?”
Hope gulped again and, seeing the moisture on her inner thighs, knew that he saw it, too. “Twenty-six, Sir.”
“You’re going to count out loud for me. If you lose count, we’ll start all over.”
Shaking everywhere, Hope adjusted her hold on the handles and concentrated on not clenching. “Yes, Sir.”
Watching him raise the crop, she automatically braced herself for the blow, inadvertently clenching on the ginger.
Still, the sting of the crop stunned her, as did the realization that he struck her very lightly instead of using the strength he could have.
Always in control.
“One.”
“One what?”
“One, Sir.”
She watched his face, struck by his concentration and the heightened pleasure and possessiveness in his eyes.
When the crop came down again, she involuntarily tightened. “Two, Sir.”
“You keep watching the crop instead of watching yourself, which makes you clench even more. Your ass is gonna burn like fire if you keep doing that.”
He’d noticed.
Of course, he’d noticed.
Her Master saw everything.
“Thank you, Master.”
“You’re welcome, sub.”
Determined to stare at her own reflection, she accepted eight more strikes of the crop, her ass burning both inside and out. “Ten, Sir.” A sob escaped and then another, and each time she moved, the answering tug to her nipples made her torment even worse.
She wished he would go faster, but one look at his face told her that he was enjoying this far too much to be rushed.
He adjusted his cock, which pushed insistently against his fly, his eyes seeming lit from within.
Another strike of the crop had another sob breaking free, her entire ass already on fire. “Eleven, Sir.”
He’d been careful to hit a different spot each time and alternated between one cheek and the other, but for the first time she realized that he would run out of spots he hadn’t struck yet, and being struck in the same spot again hurt much worse.
Adding to her crimes hadn’t just gotten her more strikes with the crop but more painful ones.
Vowing to herself to never get so many again, Hope resigned herself to accepting her fate.
The next ten proved even more painful, and she found herself bracing for them more and more, each clench releasing more heat from the ginger root.
“T-twenty-one, S-sir.” Tears streamed down her face as the pain and need for release intensified.
“So beautiful.”
She glanced in the mirror, mortified to see that her ass had become bright red, the large piece of ginger sticking out of her ass shifting each time she clenched on it.
Ace could see everything.
Pausing, he ran a callused hand over her ass, making it burn even hotter. “If I had a picture of this on my desk at work, I’d never get anything done. You like to be bad, sub?”
“No, Master. I like to be good for you.”
“Perhaps this is a lesson you’ll remember for a while.”
“Yes, Master. I’ll remember.”
His hard features softened briefly as he met her gaze in the mirror. “I’ll bet you will. If not, I’ll be happy to remind you.”
The crop came down again on the exact spot he’d just struck, the stinging burn stunning her into clenching again, another sob escaping.
“I’m waiting.”
Dear God, what number am I on?
It suddenly came to her, and she could only hope she was right. “T-twenty-t-two, S-sir.”
“Very good. I’d hate to start over.”
Another strike of the crop on the crease between her bottom and upper thigh had her gasping and clenching hard, her ass on fire.
“Twenty-three, S-sir.”
Thankfully, the next three came faster, each strike coming as soon as she counted the last.
“Good girl.”
He gripped the base of the ginger root and slowly began to fuck her with it, spreading the heat. “Would you like me to take this out now?”
“Yes, Master. Please, Master.”
He slid the ginger root free and quickly undressed. “It’s amazing how much your manners improve when your ass is hot.”
Naked, he rolled on a condom as he moved to stand in front of her.
Cupping her cheek, he wiped her tears away while picking up the butt plug. “Do you want this?”
Hope sobbed again, the inner walls of her ass burning like never before. “Please, Master.”
Ace frowned. “That doesn’t sound like begging to me.”
Hope knew he wouldn’t give her the relief she needed unless she said the words—words he knew that usually left her feeling embarrassed and defensive.
She felt neither now and only wanted relief.
“Please, Master. Put it in my ass. Please. It’s burning.”
Running a hand down her back, he moved to stand behind her again. “Of course, baby. You beg so sweetly.”
Hope shivered and let her eyes flutter closed as the plug breached her puckered opening and began to push into her, moaning in relief at the cooling sensation.
Its width forced her inner walls to stretch wide to accept it, but the cooling relief made it worth it.
Once she felt the base of it at her opening, she let out a breath that she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. “Look, Hope. Look at your face.”
Hope looked at herself, stunned by the raw desire in her eyes, a desire that darkened her eyes even more when her husband began to stroke her clit.
Moving in behind her, Ace fisted his cock and thrust into her pussy. “Watch yourself. Don’t close your eyes.”
She didn’t close her eyes, crying out when he began to fuck her, his fingers firm on her clit. Having the wide plug in her ass while her
husband fucked her pussy made the sensation in both places even stronger.
Her clit throbbed against his fingers, the friction over her soaked clit driving her relentlessly toward the edge.
Instead of watching her own reflection, she watched his, unable to tear her gaze from the combination of love, possessiveness, and hunger in his eyes.
She’d never wanted like this.
Raw. Primitive. Wild.
The hunger that existed between a man and woman with no barriers.
She’d never seen such an intense look on his face before and knew that it was because of her.
He felt the same.
Her ass cheeks burned with every thrust, the friction of his skin against hers adding to the myriad of sensations bombarding her system.
He met her gaze, his features hard as stone, but his eyes burned with need. “Come.”
Hope sucked in a breath as her body obeyed his command, the force of her orgasm so strong that her body bucked against him.
He held her firmly, thrusting into her again with a groan of completion.
She felt as if she was a part of him and he a part of her, a connection that went far beyond the physical.
Her orgasm held her in its grip for several heart-stopping seconds before releasing her in a rush of pleasure that stunned her.
She started to cry, choking on her tears as Ace withdrew and slid the plug free.
He picked her up and carried her to sit on the floor in front of the mirror, crooning to her as he settled her over his lap. “Oh, baby. You were so incredible. So perfect.”
Gently loosening the loops on her nipples, he continued to croon to her as he removed the collar.
He held her for a long time, rocking her and crooning softly to her. “My good girl. You’re so sweet. So strong. That’s a pretty deadly combination for a man like me.”
Leaning her back over his arm, he smiled down at her. “I adore you.”
Smiling, she lifted into the hand caressing her breast. “I hope so because I love you so much it hurts.”
Frowning, Ace rose, lifting her high against his chest. “Speaking of hurting, your ass is probably still hot. Let’s take care of that.”
“I’m okay.” Frowning, Hope realized that only a slight warmth remained. “I really am. How did you do that?”
