Corruption - Leigh Lennon Page 0,56
at her legs, I hear Tilly’s cries for more with each strike.
“More, Mistress, more, my Mistress.”
After five more strikes, both Gio and Embry untie Tilly, performing aftercare on the stage, then placing her on the punishing table, rubbing her body down, kissing every little strike. Jewel squirms in my arms.
“Because you’ve been such a good girl, you get to decide. Stay and watch Eve and Chadwick, or retire to our private room?” I ask.
“Sir, if it pleases you, I’d love to be alone with you.”
It pleases me…oh, fuck, does it ever please me to be alone with her.
How do I know she’s the right one? It’s easy. I’m not freaking the fuck out. It’s this simple. Opening my personal playroom, she drops to kneel on the floor, waiting on my commands.
“Gem, you’re so beautiful when you submit to me.”
It’s not a question, and she remains quiet. I take this time to simply stare at what’s mine. “If I remember, you love the cane. Right?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice is sultry, so full of carnal desire.
“Stand, precious, I need you on my bed after your clothes come off.”
I extend my hand, and when she pushes to her feet with my help, I pull her toward me. “I hope you have no regrets, my gem?”
“No, Master, I’ve wanted this for…” She pauses, looking away from me for a second. “A long time, Master. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
My lips brush as close to her lips as I can get without them touching only to move them up her face, as my hands cup her cheeks. “I want to thank you for showing me I’m still lovable.” My words come so easy, to express how much she means to me.
Her eyes water, and she opens her lips for a brief second but doesn’t say a word. She makes me feel like I’m finally worthy of love. And the Dom in me won’t go this deep, verbally, but she’s done it; she’s erased the pain of the past.
I sit back in a chair, watching her. “Please start showing me your body that now belongs to me. I need to see you in your full glory.”
And as the top comes off, and she lowers the bottoms, I remember one small item. “Keep your heels on.” And in her nakedness, and her pussy bare for me, she stays in this position, like the sub I’m falling in love with minute by minute.
And as I’ve done before, I stand to inspect her body. I have this longing to memorize every curve she possesses. She stands confidently in front of me, not wanting to cover herself. This is the trust she has in me.
Leaning down a little, I lift one ass cheek of her heart-shape rear, only to find a birthmark underneath. “Has this been here since you were born?” But I barely saw this, so did she know this little pear shape existed?
“I believe so. Tori pointed it out one day when I was with her parents and had on a pretty skimpy two-piece. My parents made me wear what a nun would consider a modest swimsuit.”
Her analogy has me in stitches when my lips touch the back of her ear. “A swimsuit a nun would consider modest? Fuck, you’re funny.”
I circle her, continuing to watch this body as if she’s about to evaporate before me. “On the bed, gem. On your stomach.”
She doesn’t flinch at my commands. I mosey on over to my drawer of toys, retrieving my favorite cane. “Okay, eight strikes. Are you ready for some pain, my pain?”
Her breath hitches. “Yes, Master.”
“What’s your safe word?”
“Church,” she replies, and as it has in the past, her safe word makes me even harder. I pull the suit jacket off me and roll up my sleeves of my white button shirt.
“Count with me, gem.” The first strike is on her left thigh. I switch to the other leg on the right calf, then over to the left calf, then back to the thigh, but on the right side. I continue this until she counts to eight. When I stop, she relaxes, and my gaze roams to my marks on her body. “You’re beautiful with my strikes on you.” I can’t tear my face from it, and I must sit and stare at her for a while. “And I’m not done, not in the least.”
I turn to my drawer of toys and pull open the cabinet with all my floggers. “This is my favorite, with the