"Crawl on to the bed. Your ass toward me at the end of the bed," he ordered. She mounted the bed on her hands and knees. Her shins at the end of the bed, her feet hanging over. Eric pulled one of her legs over to a metal post, binding her leg to the post at the knee. He did the same with the other, forcing her down on her elbows and her ass higher. She could still manage on her knees, but it left her unbalanced to the point of vulnerability. Eric then went to the head of the bed, bound her wrists together with a scarf, then pulled the scarf forward until her elbows were in front of her and her head was touching the bed. Though they had done a similar position, something was different. Her legs farther apart, her arms higher, the binding tauter. She took a breath and relaxed her position. The adrenaline started to course through her veins and anticipation quaked in her gut.
She heard Eric exit the room, she felt alone, vulnerable, almost afraid someone might walk in. He'd never left her like this before. Yet, Sela still felt she could trust him. She told herself this as she waited for his return.
Eric returned to the room, placing items down. Sela heard a glass clinking with ice as Eric placed it on a table near the bed. She heard him pick something up and then sensed him behind her. Eric lightly touch her ass, smoothing his hand lightly over each cheek.
"I love this position with you, Sela, but I'm not going to fuck you this way. I will give you what you need Sela. The slow build up of pain and pleasure, a deep hard mind blowing fuck. But first I'm going to punish you, for being unsafe. You foolishly tried scenes with men you didn't know. Men you couldn't trust. That was wrong, Sela. That was unsafe." He'd never punished her before. He'd always built up his blows, mixed them with moments of pleasure, taking her slowly, closer and closer to orgasm.
Sela felt his crop tracing her ass. She knew what was coming, but before she could breathe and accept it, she felt the sharp blow, making her suck in her breath.
"We're going to start with six. That was one. Count!" he demanded, delivering the second blow.
"Two!" she called out. The blows were not too hard, she had experienced worse. The next one came a little harder.
"Three!" Three more came, each on a different part of her ass, but none too overwhelming. He was going light on her. Perhaps, he was afraid of overwhelming her. She'd experienced much harder before, not that this didn't have it's own sting.
"Sela, you are not to be unsafe again," he said, moving away from her, back to the table with his implements. That was punishment? she thought. That was nothing.
He sauntered back over and touched her ass with something different. It felt like a leather belt, but she wasn't sure. He'd never used one on her before.
"This is for the second one," he said. Her heart sped up more, anticipation growing more, her arousal heighten. The first blow came, hard and stinging. She cried out, but accepted it. It was what she wanted, what she needed, what she'd desired her entire short sexual life.
"Only with me Sela," Eric growled delivering the second blow. Fuck, she was out of practice. She tried to remember how to breathe into the pain, to welcome it, let it wash over soothing her angst.
"Say it to me Sela!" Eric demanded delivering the third blow.
"Only you Eric," she cried out. Yes, Eric punish me, she thought. Give me what I need. I so need this. I don't know why. I don't care. I just want it, she thought.
"Again!" he demanded on the fourth blow, which came harder than the others, burning her ass.
"Only you Eric," she cried, though her breathing became ragged.
"Again!" he commanded on the fifth blow, sharp, hard, overwhelming heat.
"Only you Eric," she could barely call out, she could barely catch her breath, yet her body was allowing the pain to wash over her, as if somehow cleansing her soul, letting out the demons of desire that haunted her.
After the sixth blow, Eric walked away again. She hoped he was not getting another implement. What could be worse than a belt? Not a cane. That was a hard limit for her. Before she could consider it further, Eric returned placing a cool wet cloth over her ass, soothing the burning she felt. He did not attempt to assuage her in any other way. He wasn't going to apologize or wonder if he was too hard. He knew she would tell him when it was too much.
Silently, Eric untied her legs and hands, then removed the cool cloth.
"On your back," he ordered. Sela quickly turned over and lying on her back. Still, she could not see, only feel, smell, hear. Eric took one of her legs and stretched it over to the farthest post, tying her once more. After doing the same with the other leg, she was stretched wide, exposed, vulnerable, just as he wanted. Hell it was just what she wanted.
Eric raised both her hands above her head, stretching them as well and tying them to the posts at the top of the bed. There was little latitude for her to move. He was positioning her for the slow sensual torture that straddled the line between pleasure and pain.
"Okay?" he asked in a hushed voice.
"Yes, Eric."
"This is going to be slow. I'm going to push you to your limit. You will need to control your orgasm. I will make you wait. You will wait until I tell you to come. It's what I need."
"Yes, Eric," she said, though she didn't know how much self-control she had. Just his voice, his self-assured control over her was heady and arousing. The anticipation of her desire to be pushed, to absorb the pain and pleasure that would only increase her need for release.
Eric began, by grazing his flogger over her body, slowly around her breast, down her stomach, his movement like molasses. God, this was torture, tortuous pleasure. After his slow movements down her body, he began to twirl the flogger, letting the leathery ends pour down their soft stings on her skin. He focused on her breasts, repeatedly, back and forth from one breasts to the next. Her breathing sped up, her moans softly escaping her lips. She writhed against the bindings, barely able to move at all. She wanted so badly to arch her back and raise her breasts to beg for more of the floggers sting.
Her breasts were heating up, Sela imagined they were turning a darker and darker red from the relentless battering of her breasts. Just as she felt she could take no more, Eric stopped. She heard him place the flogger down on the table next to the bed, then the clinking of the ice against the water glass. Eric was slow, he was watching for her breathing to calm.
Sela arched in surprise against the secure bindings when she felt the sudden cold encircling her breasts. Eric's mouth held a piece of ice between his lips with which he began another slow torture over each breasts. His hand took the ice from his mouth and placed it on her nipple, holding it there, pressing down. The cold provided another kind of pain that mounted with each second he held it to her nipples.
"Ahhhh," Sela breathed out, a distinct moan of pain melting into pleasure as she allowed her breast to absorb the freezing cold, that had a heat and sting of its own. Eric moved to the other breast applying the same searing torture. Sela was so goddamn aroused she felt she could come purely from his ministrations on her breasts. His torture did not end with the ice. After placing the ice back in the glass, his tongue began to swirl around her nipple. His hands pushed her breasts together and he lavishly licked, sucked and devoured each one. How was she to control herself? He knew the level of sensual torture he applied. He knew he was forcing her closer and closer to the brink.
Eric listened to her breathing as a gauge of her limit. When it was ragged and laced with a soft cry, he relented. As much as he wanted her, he also wanted to bring her the release she so craved. To take her higher and higher to an earth shattering climax. He had learned self-control over the years, a veteran dom whose pleasure was completely tied to the pain and pleasure he brought his submissives. Sela was a born submissive, he could tell. She eased into the pain as if willing it into her body, through her coursing veins, into a place in her psyche where she could turn it into a cloud of pleasure that soothed her soul. Sela was pliable, but not breakable, young but not naive, willing but not meek. Eric wondered how she had arrived at such a point so young. At what age did she recognize her needs, what allowed her to explore them so early on in life?
When Sela's breaths returned to a rhythm of ease, Eric picked up the flogger and began to administer the same treatment to her abdomen - building up to intense heat, searing her with icy cold, lavishing her his tongues and nips of his teeth and lips until once again she struggled against the binding, her breath ragged, uttering small cries of overwhelming pleasure. Finally he plied the same treatment to her thighs and nipped at her pussy, careful not to send her over the edge too soon. He wanted her begging for release.
