Author's Note: I recommend you read the first chapter before this. And a word of caution about the first chapter itself. It does not have any BDSM content.
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"In my room. Naked, on your knees, hands behind your ass Catherine. Now."
"Yes, Edward."
I walk into the room, my heart racing. He follows me and stops at the door. I turn to him and undress, the cold of the winter's night embracing me. As I kneel and put my hands back, he leaves. Moments later, he returns without a shirt, dragging an office chair behind him. He places it in front of me and walks to the case behind me. I hear the sound of a latch being opened and closed. The bright white lights go off and an orange light replaces it. He closes the door and sits on the chair. A dim orange hue settles in the room as he runs his hands on the leather of the crop. I look at his face and I see a change. The eyes that sparkled like an ocean look dead. There's no smile. The man who looked cute minutes ago, looks sinister.
"I don't want to tie you. Can you be still?" he asks. The voice is different as well. It's quieter, harsher. A hoarseness has crept into his voice.
"Yes," I reply.
"Five on each," he says, tapping the leather twice on each nipple.
"Count them for me," he adds.
I nod my head and he leans towards me, flicking my nipples with the crop and as our eyes lock, I feel the first hit on my left breast. It's not painful but a long lost warmness spreads through me.
"One," I say and just as I finish he strikes again, exactly where he had the first time. He's a little harder this time and it pains just a little.
"Two."
The third time though, the leather lands right on my nipple and I bite my lip and look down. He waits for me.
"Three," I say after a few seconds.
Four and five strike my nipple harder and I scream in pain. He isn't sympathetic to my noises. Soon, the crop is thrashing my right tit. No warm up shots this time. Every smack is harder than the previous. I shut my eyes tight and count for him. My breasts are on fire screeching for mercy and yet I don't want him to stop. When a meek "five" escapes my mouth, he stops.
I open my eyes to see him stand up and push the chair away. He places the crop on the bed and kneels in front of me. He leans in and as I close my eyes, I get a kiss on each one.
"You are one brave girl," he says.
He reaches for my hands and places them on my thighs.
"You can hold?" he asks.
"Yes."
"Thank you for trusting me," he says and he strokes the bottom of my ass with his left hand as his right reaches for my breast, caressing my sore nipple.
"You looked so hot, kneeling like that, Catherine. Your boobs turning redder with every strike," he says and his hand moves to my pussy, his fingers stroking my opening. I let my head fall on his shoulders and his left hand snakes its way to the nape of my neck. One finger enters me and I moan into his shoulders. My ear is gifted with kisses and bites as he fucks me with his finger. His other hand massages my neck.
"Do you know your cunt glistens when you're wet?" he asks. His choice of words and another finger push me closer towards an orgasm.
"Wider," he says, tapping the insides of the thighs. I obey, moving my knees further apart. His knees move back just a little and he leans in to support my head. His hand doesn't return to my pussy and just as I begin to wonder why, his hand strikes my pussy. I shout and he rewards me with another hit. The tender lips of my pussy burn but I'm hungry for more.
"Just say stop if you want me to," he whispers in my ear.
"Please, don't," I say and as soon as I finish he strikes again. I bite his shoulders but he doesn't seem to notice. I lose count as his hand slaps my pussy faster and harder. I quiver and tremble but he holds me. Each hit leaves a fresh area burning. Tears form on my face. He holds me firmly behind my neck and delivers one sharp smack and does not move his hand away. I begin to sob, tears now freely flowing. He's provoking pain and holding me captive at the very edge of what I can take. The pain is real but delightful.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asks. I don't have the energy to process or reply and he strikes again.
"Yes... Yes, this is what I want. Please give me more," I beg, my voice muffled. He accompanies a gentle bite to my ear with a firm smack to my pussy and my legs start to shiver. He stops the assault and gently traps my clit between his fingers.
"Come," he whispers in my ear, pressing my clit just a little and my body, caught in a spell, obeys instantly. I come on his hands and almost fall but he holds me. I am still lost as he helps me stand up and carries me to the bed. We lay down and I slowly recover, my breathing still heavy. He wipes tears off my face gives me a kiss on each eye again. I get a peck on my nose as well.
"That one's complimentary," he says and wipes sweat off my forehead.
"You cried, Catherine. We need a safe word" he says.
"I cry very quickly. It's a thing with me. And my safe word, I think, will be Anya," I reply turning to him with a huge smile.
"Great. Who's Anya?"
"The warrior god-woman girl," I say, surprised that he doesn't recognize the name. He looks at me and lets out a chuckle.
"Enyo, not Anya. E...N...Y...O, Enyo," he says.
"Well, her. And it's not polite to laugh at other's mistakes," I say, not offended at all.
"Sorry but that can't be it. I don't want you confused when you want me to stop. How about cinnamon?"
"Cinnamon," I say and roll on top of him. He's still hard. I kiss him and he puts his hands round me.
"I'm not your sub. Right?" I ask.
"Correct."
"I have a request."
"Yes."
"Don't touch me until you come."
