She brought the four strands of rope down, gently whipping his chest.
It was wrong of him but he ached for more. He wanted her to strike him harder. He moved again, trying to taunt her into it. She had sworn to punish him if he moved. Her eyes narrowed and she struck him again, harder this time. The whip slashed across his chest and then his stomach, reddening his skin. Payne needed more.
She struck again and the makeshift whip caught his cock.
Payne grunted and arched upwards, hissing from how good it had felt.
Elissa’s eyes were wide when he opened his.
Shocked.
She would end this game of hers now. He could see it. She would end it now that he was desperate for it to continue.
Her expression lost its stunned edge and she rallied, striking his stomach again, even harder now. He swallowed and moaned, tried to hold them back so she didn’t stop. The whip slashed him again, one of the ropes catching the sensitive crown of his erection. He clamped his teeth together and the groan still slipped out, drenched in desire, thick with hunger and pleasure. It was loud and sounded obscene to him.
Elissa blushed.
“Are you bad?”
He nodded. Very. She didn’t know how bad.
She struck him again and again, and he relished every blow. He had never craved something like this before. Each time a moan slipped free, Elissa’s look changed, slowly altering to curiosity and then desire. She upped the stakes.
She brought the whip down hard on his chest and then leaned over and kissed the marks, soothing his pain. This, he couldn’t take. It was too much. His cock strained, feeling her so close to it, her heat coming off her and washing over him. She whipped his stomach and kissed across it, licking away the red marks. He shouldn’t enjoy it so much. It was perverse. It was bliss.
He closed his eyes and tipped his head back into the mattress, relishing the bite and the sting, and the sweet reward of her lips on his flesh. He purred inside, ecstasy flowing through his veins, leaving him heavy and compliant, sated but wound tight with need at the same time. He drank in the way whipping him excited and aroused her, and him too. It was a sweet, sickly, drugging feeling.
His cock pulsed, constantly throbbing, painfully hard. Release coiled at the base, the crown so sensitive that the slightest brush of her satin bustier had him close to coming.
She swept her lips along the latest whip mark and he absorbed her pleasure, getting drunk on her desire. He ached for more. He needed more.
He deserved more.
Elissa sat back and he cracked his eyes open, ready to growl at her to make her strike him again. She stared into his eyes, bewitching him, and lightly ran her fingers down the length of his cock, grasped his balls in her hand and tugged them.
Payne couldn’t hold back. His release came upon him in a dizzying flash and he shot his seed onto his stomach, every inch of him quivering and straining, hips shallowly thrusting.
Shame blazed a trail in the wake of his climax. The moment he had his breath, he craned his neck, stared at the mess on his stomach and then up into her wide surprised eyes. Her pulse was off the scale. Her expression softened and she lowered the whip.
She frowned. “How long have you felt you deserved to be punished?”
Payne growled at her and twisted his hands beneath his back, trying to break free of his bonds. There was no way he was going to lie here and let her ask that sort of personal shit. That hadn’t been part of their agreement.
She stilled him by leaning over and touching his face. His eyes met hers and he bore his fangs, needing her away from him, not wanting to hear what she would say in case it stripped him of his strength and shattered him.
“You can tell me,” she whispered, her expression soft and open. Concern and something akin to affection shone in her eyes. “Why do you feel you bring only pain to this world?”
Payne turned his face to his right and stared at the wardrobe there.
She sighed and stroked his left cheek, her touch searing him. Her warm breath skated over his face.
“I won’t push you to tell me... but I won’t deal pain for your pleasure either. I won’t punish you, Payne.”
He growled now and the reaction shocked him. Did he really want her to hurt him? Did he really feel as though he deserved pain?
Darkness welled up inside him. He tamped it down and refused to allow the memories to surface, afraid of what might happen if they did. He didn’t want to remember his past. He focused on Elissa, using her as an anchor to the present.
She stared down at him, that concern edged with disgust still in her eyes. He had made things awkward between them and he wasn’t sure how to take them back to how good things had been just a few minutes ago, before she had discovered he harboured dark needs.
She moved off him and waved her hand, and the rope around his wrists slackened. He pulled his arms out from under him and rubbed his wrists, flexing his fingers to get some blood back into them. Elissa left the bed and the room, returning with the damp cloth she had used on him earlier.