flesh. Her breasts bobbled, reddened, with each smack. She was
transfixed by the sight.
He opened her pussy, exposing her swollen clit, and smacked
her there, right on her hard nubbin. Pleasure and pain and unbearable heat
sizzled over every nerve. And she came. Hard. Her entire body seized and she cried
out in ecstasy.
He didn’t allow her to recover. He pushed her against the
back of the couch, facing the full-length mirror. “Look at yourself, Bella. So
hot. So wet. So submissive. You love this, don’t you?”
She sobbed. Didn’t respond.
He smacked her clit again. Sweet agony shafted through her
once more. “Don’t you?”
“Y-yes.”
“Yes what? Come on, sweetheart. Total submission. You know
what that makes you, so I know you know what that makes me.”
“Yes…Master.”
“Nice. Good. Good girl.” He rubbed her labia. Slipped in,
just a tad. “You’re so wet.”
She was. Wet and hot. For him. She’d never wanted him more.
She fluttered her lashes and shot him a sexy smile. “I want
you in me, Tae. I want your cock inside me.” Usually that worked. Those words
in that tone, that dreamy expression. Usually that was all it took to have him
groveling before her, licking her clit, readying her for his cock.
But not this time. This time he merely shook his head and
tsked again. “Bella, Bella, Bella. I thought we covered this. I’m not Tae to
you. Not now. I’m your Master. You’ll address me as Master or Sir. Is that
clear?”
“Yes.”
The paddle fell again, this time on her hip. Her ass was
burning, her clit was pounding, her body was afire.
“Yes, what?” This, he hissed in her ear. His breath was hot
and wet. Desperate, perhaps.
“Yes Master.”
“Better. Better. But there’s one other thing, Bella dear.
One other transgression I must point out.”
She winced. He looked the way a Master should look. Harsh
and hard and unbending. It made her molten. She opened her mouth to ask what he
meant, to which transgression he referred, and then thought better of it and
bit her lip.
He caught that tiny movement and his features softened, but
only a tad. “Good girl. You’re learning. You don’t ask, demand or command
anything. You can beg if you want. You can beg for my cock. But that doesn’t
mean you’ll get it. I control you completely. Do you understand?”
She nodded. “Yes Master.”
“Good girl.” He pinched one nipple and then the other. He
dipped his head and laved her, taking her burning flesh into his mouth and
wetting it.
Her breasts ached from the paddle, although not nearly as
much as her ass. He sucked gently on those turgid peaks then pulled away and
blew on the dampness he’d left there. That coolness on the heat of her reddened
skin created an excruciating counterpoint. Her nipples pebbled, fattened.
Lengthened.
He grunted, clearly pleased with the effect of his work.
“That was your reward, sweet Bella. Now let’s get to your punishment.”
Chapter Three
Bella’s heart stuttered. Her punishment? What the hell had
that paddling been? But she knew better than to ask. Or question him. Or, lord
help her, defy him.
So she stood there waiting, completely helpless, her wrists
locked to the collar on her neck, her legs held tightly together, desperately
trying to keep the vibrator in her pussy. She clenched her ass to do the same
in the rear.
The tension was unbearable.
He took note of every shiver, every twitch. He nodded and
gestured to the other side of the sofa. “Let’s go into the living room, shall
we?”
She followed him around the sofa, mincing every step.
He led her to the tree. “Let’s see what kinds of playthings
we can find in here.”
Bella glanced at the tree and nearly moaned. There were
ornaments and garland and candy canes and all kinds of potentially torturous
devices there.
He opted for the garland. It was a fluffy gold swag that
draped from limb to limb. Slowly, holding her gaze all the while, Tae pulled it
out of the