Sadie's Little Christmas - Maren Smith Page 0,52

away from her.

“You dropped my belt.”

Belt, schmelt. She ought to use it on him for leaving her hanging, the throb of her arousal pulsing so futilely in her veins while he crossed the room to the twin armoires that stood sentry on either side of his massive stone fireplace.

He opened both, pulling a length of black rope, a set of cuffs, a vibrating wand, and what looked like a dildo on a padded stick from one. From the other, he took a selection of implements—floggers, two paddles of varying weight and severities, a two-tailed strap, and a cane.

“Is that the one you’re going to punish me with if I come?” she asked, almost certain she was going to break that rule just as fast as she could manage it.

“Nope. If you come, everything stops tonight. You’re going to have to come to me some other day when you’re not already horny as hell, and there’s not a lick of pleasure in your system to soften the pain.” Dropping everything on the couch, he untied the rope and shook out the length. “Still think I can’t deliver the kind of severity you might need?”

“I think you’re mean,” she responded without thinking.

Chuckling, he looked up at the beam, took his measure of it, made a loop in the rope, and stretched himself as high as he could until he managed to catch the hook.

“Open.”

She did, frowning but nowhere near as annoyed as she tried to seem. Already, her irritation at being denied was fading beneath the insistence of her lingering arousal and her curiosity about what he’d do next.

He stuck one end of the rope between her teeth. “Don’t drop this one.”

Ha ha.

He tied her hands above her head before taking the end from her mouth and drawing her arms tight. He didn’t force her onto tiptoes, but she had no slack left to wiggle or pull, and if she bent her knees, her feet left the floor while she dangled. Pulling out a pocketknife, he cut her bra off her, then stripped her out of her skirt, socks, and shoes.

Taking off his own shirt, Derek draped it over the arm of the couch. He rolled his shoulders, popped his neck, picked up the lighter of the two floggers, and smiled at her.

“First trip to hell, babygirl. Here we go.”

***

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck! No!” She screamed, every inch of her burning, throbbing body straining to achieve the orgasm that was right there, but too late. He pulled his mouth from its hard, demanding suckling on her clit and stood. Wiping his wicked lips on the back of his hand, he laughed at her and picked up his belt again.

He was the devil. She was sure of it.

The lash of leather caught her already sore ass, and the dance began again. She shouted, the whipping impact no longer as soft and gentle as it had been when first they’d started. She had long since gone… not exactly numb to the pain, but it certainly didn’t bite anywhere near as hard as it should. Her back was blazing, her ass had so many welts, they no longer stood out against the fiery swollen skin. Twelve with the belt melted into another hard round of fucking with a butt plug that he kept soaking in ice water to keep it cold. It was her fourth round, and it had lost its bite. She was flying so high, all she felt was the pleasure. The ecstasy. The incredible freedom of being unable to do anything but submit as he flogged her belly, her breasts, her thighs, and finally her pussy, harder and harder until she was shouting, straining, and so desperate to come, if only he touched her, just touch her with his hand, it would happen.

He picked up the dildo, parting her folds to slide the thickness of the fake phallus inside her. He forced her thighs to clamp around the padded base, tying her legs closed so she couldn’t drop it, even if she wanted to.

She didn’t want to.

“Please,” she wept. “Please, please, please…”

He picked up the violet wand and took her to hell with shock after sensual shock, sparing not an inch of her. She was sweating, but so was he. The front of his pants bulged from the thickness of his own unfulfilled arousal, yet he denied them both.

He shocked her instead. He spanked her, whipped her, and suckled, kissed, tweaked, and nipped at her breasts until she thought she would go