Bind Me [Pact of Seduction 1] (5 page)

More he'd give her.

Reed set the vibrator to medium speed; Marley inhaled deeply, and her position faltered. He smacked her hard with the flogger, then switched off the vibrator. She cried out, either in frustration or pain, he assumed probably a bit of both. “Did I not tell you to hold your position?"

Marley righted herself, correcting her stance—legs spread, shoulders high, and back arched.

"Good. Let's remember to hold it next time, shall we?” He rewarded her by turning the vibrator back on to medium speed. Her muscles along her ass tightened, and she groaned but held her position. Pleased, Reed put the flogger to use again and whipped her ass in a steady rhythm, harder now.

He continued at this speed for a while to allow her to be comfortable with the force of the hits. Her ass cheeks grew redder with each hit, but not nearly enough to please him. He turned the switch on the vibrator to the next speed. Marley squealed.

Reed glanced to her hands, which now were clenched tight. However, he doubted it was from pain. He wanted to make sure she was holding up emotionally. “Pain level?"

"Three, Sir."

Her answer didn't surprise him. The rise of her pleasure forced the pain away; she wasn't feeling the hits as much as she had before. It told him to go harder. He used more force, increased his speed, and as the tails hit her ass, the beautiful sound of slapping filled his ears. Her head flailed from side to side.

Here he would teach her how pain could only intensify her climax—freeing her to unknown sensations. He clicked the vibrator to full speed. Marley screamed out against the brutal buzz tormenting her clit.

He left the speed set, stepped back, and positioned himself. At her limit of pain, he delivered fast slaps against her ass with the flogger, not letting her breathe and not letting her anticipate when the next hit would come. He had no doubt she'd soon orgasm. “You will tell me if you are going to come, and if I allow you the right to, you had better come hard."

"Sir, yes, Sir,” she screeched.

Reed persisted with his movements for a few solid minutes before he saw the rise of her climax—the way her body tensed and vibrated told him she had reached her orgasm. Confirming his suspicions, Marley gasped, “Sir, I need to come, Sir."

Time for another lesson. He might have brought her to this state, but it didn't mean he'd grant her request. He pushed the switch off. “No, you're not allowed."

Marley cried out.

Desperation sounded all too sweet. He raised the flogger, came at her with a steady stream, and her yelps filled the space around him. She had the ability to pull her safe word and stop this, but he hoped she didn't. He wanted to show her how to push herself, fight against the pain, to understand that withholding her climax would make her release even stronger once she'd been granted it.

Through the hits, Marley cringed, roared out against his rough advances, yet never faltered in her stance. Pride filled him. She took each hit and breathed deep against it.

"I love this technique you're using.” Reed admired how naturally submissive she had been. Most needed to learn the skill, and Marley did it without instruction.

Reed waited for her pain to be more evident as her ass grew redder and looked sore from his hits, before he pressed the vibrator back on to full speed. In one second, Marley gasped a cry and shook all over. “Sir, may I come, Sir?"

He grinned, not at all shocked by her response. She enjoyed being hit. It seemed to fuel her arousal, and it hadn't hindered the build of her climax. He suspected the intensity of the orgasm would be unlike anything she'd experienced before. “As long as you come like I have asked, then yes, you may."

Marley inhaled sharply. Reed used all his strength to deliver one slap exceeding her limits. As expected, she roared, lost her position, and stepped forward while she shuddered.

Reed turned the vibrator off in the same second. “You broke position again.” He grabbed on to Marley's arm and forced her back into the right position. “I'm growing tired of having to remind you."

"Sorry, Sir.” She panted, arching her back as he'd told her to before, but she shook with the lingering effects of her orgasm. “I'm sorry. I don't want to upset you, Sir."

He moved around to face her, found Marley's cheeks burning red with exertion, and her lovely green eyes were black with dilated pupils. He cupped her face and squeezed tightly. “Don't do it again and you won't."

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Marley had trouble gathering herself—not only had she received the most impressive orgasm of her life, but she'd had two. Reed had left her standing once he issued his demand to not fail him again as he approached the tray, and she wouldn't dare move.

No man had ever made her come like he had. She'd never felt such intensity, and she certainly never found herself wanting to beg for more. He turned back to her, staring with those captivating eyes of his that declared she didn't need to beg and he planned to give her more.

He stepped in behind her and rubbed lotion over her sore ass, repeating it on the other cheek. “I've enjoyed watching you, but I think I'll enjoy you more if you're spread wide."

The coolness of the cream eased the ache from the flogger, and his words melted over her in a similar manner to the cream, causing a burn to simmer between her legs. He removed the ropes binding her, and Reed snatched up her wrists, rubbing them a while, which eased the pressure from the restraints.

Marley sighed at his touch, not only soothing, but a thoughtful move she appreciated. As the throbbing lessened, he dropped his hands but stayed behind her. “Go and lie down on the box."

She approached the black box in the middle of the room and rubbed her wrists a little in hopes the circulation would return. She hadn't realized she'd strained against the bindings, but the dig marks along her skin proved that she did. At the box, she lay down so her shoulders rested on the edge and her head dangled over the side, while her back was supported and her feet were flat on the floor.

Reed held two longer pieces of ropes as he approached her. Marley's heartbeat kicked up a notch. “You have quite an interest in being bound, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir, very much.” She had never known she'd be so hot to be tied up, but with Reed doing it, being held here as his captive, fire burned through her blood.

"I have a fondness for seeing you bound myself.” He lowered onto one knee by her feet, took her leg, and placed her foot on his knee. With skilled precision, he wrapped her ankle with the rope, circling the twine while he looped it through a knot. Five wraps later, he pulled the rope tight against her skin.

He never hesitated or seemed unsure of himself. Every time he wound the rope, his hands trailed against her skin, and being already sensitive, it only teased her. She wanted him to look at her, needed that connection and approval, yet he never did. He seemed too focused on the ropes.

For the first time, Marley got a taste of what BDSM was really all about—the want to do right by her dom. Through all of this, past the orgasms and the pain, she felt a soul-deep need to please him. As much as she wanted him to offer her another climax, satisfy her, she hoped he got fulfillment from the experience as well.

Within no time, he had the other ankle bound, then glanced to her, and his gaze all but smoldered. She'd been on dates, had lovers before, but no one could make her flush with need by a simple look like he could, and she didn't even know him.

"Tell me, do you enjoy how the ropes feel on your ankles?"

"Yes, Sir, they feel wonderful."

He grinned. “I'm delighted to hear you say that, because you look exquisite."

"Thank you, Sir.” Every time he offered praise, she marveled in it. She'd never thought she needed the approval of a man, but his appreciation made her soar and gave her a sense of serenity.

He took the end of the rope, pulled her leg up so her knee bent, and then he slid the end into the ring on the side of her corset. Now she understood his intention and what the loops where there for: it spread her wide and left her exposed. He bound the end of the rope to her ankle with a knot, leaving her knee bent but supported by the twine.

Once he repeated the move on the other ankle, he stood and smiled. “You're giving me a stunning view, one that arouses me. Can you see what you're doing to me?” He held his cock in his pants, pulled the fabric tight so she could see the outline of his erection.

"Sir, it looks quite hard."

"Painfully hard, sweetheart.” Reed chuckled.

He stepped between her legs and touched her pussy, circling her clit a few times. The man had fingers of a god. He was so confident in the way he touched her, and his molten gaze left no doubt in her mind that he admired her.

As the pleasure began to take hold, he removed his touch, strode to the table, and grabbed something. He turned back to her, and she saw he now held a black crop. “You're going to be a good girl, use the technique you've displayed here so far, and handle the pain, understood?"

Oh God
! Her imagination ran wild with thoughts of how the crop would feel against her skin. Would it be like the flogger? Or would there be more of a sting? All she knew was she wanted more and was eager for him to deliver it. “Yes, Sir."

He positioned himself between her spread legs and raised the crop to her foot. There he gave a steady smack against the arch. She gasped as the sting was, sharper than she had expected, and her eyes watered. His gaze held steady on hers; even a little smile crept up on his face. “Pain level?"

"Six, Sir."

"You've already proven you know how to handle pain, which is very good, but I'm going to teach you how to control it when it comes more intensely. Before I hit again, I want you to inhale and hold it. After the hit, exhale slowly and focus on my eyes. Do not look away from me."

"Yes, Sir."

Marley inhaled, and Reed hit the arch of her foot again, harder this time. The moment the smack echoed through the room, Marley's releasing breath followed. It surprised her that his instruction worked. Focused on his eyes, the desire and adoration she saw there made directing the pain easier, and her exhale allowed her to accept the ache.

"That's exactly right. Well done.” He hit her thigh, light smacks as he traveled his way along her leg until he reached her center. He skipped her pussy and hit the other thigh repeatedly.

Within no time, the sting evaporated, replaced by a throb to her clit, a need for more, and a desire to lose herself in Reed's control. Clearly he recognized her wants, since he brought the crop back to her center and rubbed the flap over her clitoris, sending Marley to sigh as he teased her. “Have you been a naughty girl?"

"Sir, yes, Sir.” She leaned her head back over the box, before she reminded herself he'd ordered her to keep eye contact with him.

"I should punish you for all the naughty things you've done.” His smooth voice ran across her body like a warmed bath.

"Sir, I need to be punished."

He smacked her clitoris. Marley swallowed back her scream and bit her lip instead. She tensed against the ropes and fought the pain. The sting shocked her—such a sensitive area couldn't process an ache so intense.

"You did not breathe as I instructed.” He stepped away from her, and she cried out, begging with her whines to continue. “You're being punished for disregarding my instructions."

"Sir, forgive me, Sir. I won't forget again."

His gaze narrowed, yet he stepped back in front of her. “I will forgive this once and only once, because you are new to the lifestyle. Don't do it again."

"No, Sir, I won't, Sir."

Reed circled the flat leather around her clit while he delivered light hits. Marley strained against the ropes. Her eyes stayed on his as his deep, intent gaze watched her in return.

After four hits, the technique allowed her to ignore the pain and focus more on the spike of pleasure given to her clitoris.

He ran the crop along her skin, slapping sometimes, other times just smoothing it across her flesh. “Your skin is turning an exquisite shade of red.” He grinned. “It's lovely.” He smacked her clit hard.

"I'm glad it pleases you, Sir,” Marley shouted.

"Good answer from a good submissive.” He all but purred.

Marley shuddered at the sexy sound.

"Do you believe I can make you come by using this crop?"

No, she certainly did not. So far he'd used his fingers, the vibrator, but her clit had never been that sensitive to actually orgasm from simple touch. Plus, being hit with the crop wasn't exactly what she'd consider orgasmic.

Reed tsk-tsked. “Oh, sweetheart, I see doubt in those eyes. Doubt I do not deserve.” He lowered the crop. “Have I not warranted your trust and proved to pleasure you?"

Marley filled with anger at herself. The man had proven to be beyond capable, but he wasn't the problem. “Sir, it's not you. I'm not sure I can..."

His eyebrow arched as her words drifted off, and he shook his head in frustration. “You need to say what you want.” He raised the crop and hit her pussy.

Marley gasped at the sharp pain and tried to remember his instructions.

"From now on, when I ask you a question, you will respond immediately. No more hesitation. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Sir.” Marley groaned, still feeling the effects of the hit. Reed had made it clear before that she needed to use words instead of her normal blase sound effects to answer him, but she'd had no idea how much it bothered him until now. That hit he'd given her did not arouse her—that one hurt—and anger wafted off him.

"Do not make me ask twice.” He smacked her again.

Marley hissed.

"Answer the question."

Clearly this was another side of BDSM she hadn't experienced yet. The molding of how he wanted her to act, and she could see sense in it all, but she wasn't bold, and speaking so forthrightly was as a challenge. She gulped back her hesitation and blurted out, “I won't come that way, Sir."

A challenge flashed in Reed's gaze, one that made Marley's eyes go wide. “We shall see then, won't we?” He hit her clit, repeatedly.