Her Vampire Addiction - Tabitha Black Page 0,21
stare at him, fighting back panic even as lust throbs through my lower belly.
“You can breathe,” he whispers. I can feel his fingertips digging into my neck and am strangely helpless, immobile just from this single, simple grip.
Taking a tentative breath, I realize he’s right. I can still breathe.
“Are you going to be a good girl and do as I tell you?” he growls.
Trying to nod, I realize it’s impossible. “Yes, Sir,” I say in a strangled voice.
“I’m going to hurt you, Sabina,” he says, and another bolt of lust punches through my lower belly. “But I’m also going to bring you pleasure unlike any you’ve ever known. On the condition that you do as you’re told. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” My knees are suddenly weak, and I’m glad he’s holding me up.
His free hand drifts down to my chest and he caresses my left breast, scraping it lightly with his fingernails. “Such pretty, taut little nipples,” he says, and I tense, expecting him to pinch. Instead, he raises his hand and slaps my breast, hard, still holding me in place by my throat. “Eyes on me. Don’t you dare look away.”
I fight to keep my focus on his handsome face as he slaps my breast again and again, the sting increasing sharply with each stroke until I don’t think I can bear another one, and try to twist away.
“Nuh-uh,” he barks. “Did I say you could move?”
“Sorry, Sir,” I croak.
Still holding me, he adjusts his position slightly and slaps my other breast, over and over until tears are stinging my eyes.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Good girl. Manners are important.”
I gasp as he grips my abused breast, squeezing it briefly before sliding his fingertips down my belly, lower and lower until they reach that aching, throbbing place between my thighs.
“Manners will get you rewarded,” he whispers, finding my pulsating clit and stroking it so delicately, it takes everything I have not to thrust my hips forward in an attempt to get more friction. “Hmm,” his tone is almost conversational, “it seems someone’s enjoying herself.”
All I can do is whimper as he increases the pressure slightly, his fingertip drawing excruciating circles around that rigid, sensitive nub between my legs.
“Do you like that, pet?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“I can tell.” His expression is cool, almost mocking, which only adds to my humiliation. There he is, fully dressed, while I’m completely naked, writhing helplessly and desperate for more after just a couple seemingly effortless touches. His nails dig cruelly into my clit and I yelp, going up onto my tiptoes in a fruitless attempt to escape him. “But you’re not coming yet. Not for a long time…”
He removes his hand and I feel the loss acutely, the sharp pain from his pinch still echoing through my most sensitive place.
Then he moves his face so close to mine that for a moment I think—hope—he’s going to kiss me. Instead, he whispers, “And of course, you know not to come unless I say you can.”
Jesus. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He takes a step back and lets go of my throat. I’m glad he takes my arm instead, otherwise I might already have hit the floor. My knees feel like they’re made of water. “Let’s get you in position so we can have a little fun.”
I feel like I’m in a dream as he steers me over to the St. Andrew’s Cross and positions me the way he wants me: facing it, my arms and legs spread and cuffed into place.
“Comfortable?” he asks, once he’s finished.
“Yes, thank you.” I close my eyes, partly glad I can no longer see him, partly disappointed. There’s a dull ache between my thighs, and my breasts are still stinging hot from his palms.
“Excellent. Then we can begin.”
I barely have time to wonder what will happen next before something thick and heavy thumps across my shoulder blades. Then the same thing strikes my butt. It’s a flogger, I realize, but it must be massive, with thick falls and plenty of weight behind it.
Maximus strikes up a rhythm, alternating strokes on my upper back and my ass. I lay my cheek against my right bicep and close my eyes, losing myself in the delicious, thuddy sensations. It doesn’t hurt at all; it feels more like I’m being massaged, even when he begins to hit me harder.
I’m limp, liquid, beginning to float…
Whap! A scorching blaze of stinging agony across my asscheeks draws a cry of shock and pain from my lips, and every muscle in my body tenses as