He nibbled on her earlobe. “Don’t worry. I trained under the best. You know the scar that bisects my eyebrow? I caught myself with the whip before I completely knew what I was doing. It taught me to never lose my concentration. I’ve also been on the receiving end, so I can assure you, you’ll enjoy yourself immensely. Which is why you’re not allowed to come. And to make it a bit more interesting . . .”
She heard a buzzing noise and then his fingers were parting her labia. He inserted a cold vibrator into her pussy and her walls clenched around it.
At this rate, she’d never be able to stave off an orgasm. She glowered at Jax, hoping she’d convey her thoughts without speech. Sadist.
He laughed. “You wanted a punishment, so no complaints unless you need your safe word.”
The cavernous cracking sound caused her entire body to jerk and her heart to pound. She’d heard that noise while at Benediction, but it had blended with the thuds, smacks, and moans. In here, there was no mistaking the pop of the whip as it sliced through the air beyond the speed of sound.
“Try to keep your muscles relaxed and breathe,” he said. “I’m going to begin.”
Crack.
Nothing at first. Had he missed?
A fiery sting on her left shoulder blade made her cry out. Before she could process it, another crack echoed through the room, and Jax had added a matching sting on her right shoulder blade. This time, she simply groaned, too overwhelmed to form words. A small spasm rocked her pussy. Oh God, I’m going to come. She sucked in a breath and concentrated on the heat spreading across her upper back.
Jax was suddenly beside her, his lips by her cheek. “You’re doing great. Are you ready for more or do you want to safe word?”
Did he want her to safe word?
She wouldn’t. Not unless she absolutely needed to.
“No,” she whispered. “Keep going.”
She didn’t have to wait long before he struck again. The pain was nothing like she’d ever experienced. Sharp and searing. Yet it was bearable. No, more than bearable. Exquisite.
Her heart began to drum; it was so loud it drowned out the pop of the whip. It was almost musical, as if it were the bass, low and steady, setting the rhythm of the song. A rush of champagne flowed through her veins, effervescent and euphoric, leaving her as liquid as the drink. Her skin buzzed along with her pussy, and she floated like a balloon on a clear spring day.
Again and again he struck, careful to avoid her spine and kidneys, working his way down her body to the globes of her ass. She didn’t know when he’d stopped, but his voice broke through her fog, soothing and firm. How long had he been speaking?
He gripped her by the chin and stared into her eyes, smiling. This didn’t feel like a punishment to her.
“You like this, don’t you? I’m going to use the cane on you next. Do you want to safe word?”
She licked her lips and swallowed. “No.” The cane scared her more than the whip, but she refused to safe word out of fear.
“You’re doing great, Katerina.” He moved away and tapped her behind with something cool and smooth. “I bought this specifically for you. When I saw it, I knew it would mark your skin beautifully.”
A dull thud sounded, and she felt the weight of the cane on her right butt cheek. Hmm, it didn’t hurt as bad as the whip, she thought. Jax immediately hit the opposite cheek and increased the speed of her vibrator.
She yelped as the throbbing on her ass set in, matching the one between her thighs. From head to toe, her body pulsed in time with her heart. She felt as though she was soaring above the clouds, weightless and untethered.
“Two more,” he crooned. “Don’t come.”
“Okay,” she whispered automatically, although at this point, she had no control over her body, much less her orgasms.
He moved back a few steps.
One. Two. The cane wacked both thighs.
It was over.
“You took your punishment beautifully. Just relax and let me take care of you.”
On the edge of climax, she groaned when his fingers sunk inside her and pulled out the vibrator. She was so, so close, but he hadn’t given her permission to come.
He bent and removed the restraints around her ankles and then moved to her wrists.
She slumped, her legs buckling. His arm banded around her waist, catching her before she crumpled to the ground, and he tossed her over his shoulder. The room spun as he carried her out into the hallway and back into the bedroom, where he lowered her belly down on the bed.
Was that it?
“You completed your punishment, but the scene isn’t over yet,” he said somewhere from across the room.
She hadn’t known she’d spoken out loud. Was he mad? She wasn’t supposed to speak. If he was, he didn’t say it.