The light glinted off something and she turned to see what it was. Her heart pounded double time seeing Gio holding a knife and tapping the blade against his chin.
It took a moment to rein in her emotions. This was Gio and no way would he use that knife in any way to hurt her. More than likely this was a test. “If you’re not careful, that knife is going to mar your handsome face and that would be a crime.”
He winked at her and shot a sexy smile her way. “Good girl.”
Her breath hitched at his words. It was nice to hear, after feeling like all she’d done this evening was disappoint him.
“I don’t know if I ever mentioned this before, but I’m not a fan of underwear. When I find you wearing them, I will cut them off. Hope these weren’t a favorite.” Gio slid the blade between her hip and the cloth before slicing the thin piece of elastic in half.
“Thanks for the heads up.” The slinky material slid down her right leg and pooled around the cuff.
“No problem.” Gio bent and cut the panties loose then tossed them into the garbage can near the sink. “Do you know the difference between a spanking for pleasure and one for discipline?”
“Yes. When it’s for pleasure, the Dom usually prepares the sub first.” Eva knew what he was doing. He couldn’t prepare her physically and still consider it a discipline, but he was trying to tell her, going forward, that they wouldn’t all be as painful as the one he was about to administer.
“By disobeying a direct command, you earned a discipline.” Gio leaned against the wall, allowing her to see his face.
She could tell he wasn’t enjoying this and she felt a bit guilty for putting him in this position. “I understand. I’m ready.” Honestly, she just wanted it over with.
Gio moved out of her line of sight.
The first strike took her breath away.
Holy fuck
, her ass was on fire. The second one came right on the heels of the first. Tears were in her eyes, but she was proud that she hadn’t out and out screamed. Good thing he hadn’t agreed to more. She would have safeworded. Eva had been spanked with a belt before, but not nearly as hard and her play partner had started with a hand spanking first. Until now, she’d had no idea what a difference that had made.
“Are you all right?” He brushed her hair away from her face.
She nodded, since she wasn’t sure she could speak normally.
“Want another?” He was watching her face closely.
She shook her head no and willed her hair to cover her face again. She didn’t want him to know how shaken she was.
“You have better manners than that, Eva. Try it again.”
Eva cleared her throat and swallowed. “No, thank you. Not at this time.” She spoke quietly and slowly, happy that her voice didn’t crack.
“When I ask you a question, I expect a verbal response,” Gio explained.
“Sorry.” The sharp pain had begun to subside and she had her emotions back in check.
“Sorry,
Sir
,” he pushed.
“Okay. Sorry,
Sir
.” This must be what he meant by fall into a rhythm. Once she knew what he expected from her, she wouldn’t feel so off balance. At least she hoped not.
Gio began caressing her bum. His touch turned the sting into an erotic heat and Eva sighed softly.
“You’ll learn how to please me, Eva. Soon every protocol will become second nature. I’m not opposed to dispensing discipline or punishments. I can be quite inventive when the need arises. Luckily, you’re a smart girl. I’m sure you’ll learn quickly.” He turned away from her, leaving her adrift.
Wetness coated her pussy. She wanted him buried within her. His words, spoken in such a low, gravelly tone, reached deep inside, leaving her trembling. Eva craved structure. She wanted a strict code of conduct, wanted to be held accountable for her actions. She wanted a firm, dominating man. She wanted Gio.
Gio rummaged through his kit until he found his deerskin flogger. The strands were wide and thick. It felt heavy in his hand. The weight was balanced, familiar, like an extension of his arm.
He’d had a plan and it hadn’t included impact play, but that had been before Eva had mentioned Rhonda. That had shaken him up. Rhonda was everything Eva was not. She was a conniving, self-centered, vindictive bitch and the thought of Eva being alone with Rhonda made him want to punch something.
Feeling off balance, Gio had altered his plans. He fell back on something he was accustomed to while he scrambled to get his feet under him again.
After moving Eva’s hair out of the way, he delivered his first strike. It landed exactly where he’d aimed. The satisfying ‘thud’ and Eva’s resulting moan pleased him. “You realize, I hope, that Rhonda had her own motives for taking you to that club.”
Gio landed three more strikes along her upper back and shoulder area before Eva responded to his comment. “She’s not a nice woman, if that’s what you mean.”
Her ass was red with two distinct stripes, so Gio avoided the area and shifted to her thighs. “We weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend as you alluded to. Rhonda and I didn’t have the kind of relationship that you and I had.”
He could just imagine the things Rhonda had taken great pleasure in telling and showing Eva. Rhonda was a spiteful cunt toward women and so sweet that sugar wouldn’t melt in her mouth whenever a man was around. Gio regretted ever scening with her.
Eva’s back and thighs were taking on a deep, rich color—nowhere near the dark red the belt had delivered but she was definitely feeling the strikes from the flogger. Gio caressed her back and kneaded her thighs, enjoying the moans of pleasure coming from Eva.
He reached up and uncuffed her wrists before leaning down and releasing her ankles. “Turn around.”
She pulled her arms down then followed his direction.
He took one of her upper arms into his two hands and massaged vigorously. Slowly, he worked his way down to her hand then switched arms and began again. “You doing all right?”
Eva nodded. “Yes. I’m fine… Better than fine. That flogger feels wonderful. Thank you.”
“Good to know, because we’re not finished.” He drew her against the cross again—this time facing outward—and secured the bindings. He leaned his forearm on the wall behind the cross and met Eva’s gaze. “I’m sorry Rhonda contacted you and laid such a guilt trip on your plate. It’s all bullshit. You didn’t cause me to leave school. I was—” He shook his head while he searched for the words to explain his dumbass decision. “Stupid and immature. Rather than talk to you and work it out, I ran. I can’t apologize enough for that.”
Eva took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “She never pretended to be my friend, but I made a few at the club. After my initial shock wore off, I was curious. I felt a kinship toward some of the members. They took me under their wing and taught me a lot.” She shrugged, “And in a small way, I felt like I’d turned the tables on Rhonda.”
Gio breathed a sigh of relief. He should have known Eva would see Rhonda for what she was. “Since it’s allowing us to have this time together, I’m grateful.” He placed his flogger into her hand. “Hold that for me.”
“Yes, Sir. Wow, it’s heavier than I expected.”
He went to his kit and drew out a blindfold. “The heft of it helps deliver a solid thud rather than the sting from smaller, lighter weight floggers. Tip your head forward.”
Gio situated the satin, black material over her eyes and tied a knot behind her head. Now that she couldn’t see what he was doing, he pulled out a few more toys. “They say that removing one of your senses increases the others. Do you believe that’s true?”
“Yes, Sir. It also adds a bit of mystery and anticipation.” She spoke softly, little more than a breathy whisper.
Gio retrieved his flogger then nuzzled her cheek and gave her earlobe a nibble. “You’re safe in my keeping.”
He knew what she was expecting and he was determined to keep her guessing. Gio drew his Wartenburg Wheel down the inside of her arm.
Eva gasped and went rigid for a moment. The second she relaxed, he struck her with a small, lightweight flogger across her breasts. It had soft, thin strands that caressed as it delivered a stingy surprise.
Again, he was delighted by her response. Her delicate moans, a cross between wonder and pleasure, had his dick harder than he’d ever remembered. He continued to change it up, never settling into a pattern, always keeping her guessing.
Wetness glistened on her thighs. He wanted so badly to lick it off, but he’d changed his plans enough for one scene.
“Gio… Sir, I want you inside me.” Eva was panting and a fine sheen of sweat covered her body.
“Mmm, but it isn’t up to you, now, is it?” Gio ran the Wartenburg Wheel over her mound and down her pussy lips.
She gasped and rocked her hips forward. “
Please
, Sir.”
“Are you in need of release, Eva?” Not wanting to feed her insecurities, he made a point of using her name frequently.
“Yes, very, very much, Sir,” Eva pleaded.
“Very, very much? Are you sure? Maybe we should just continue like this for another hour or so.”
Eva shook her head. “I’ll die. I really, really need to come, Sir.”
“Very, very and really, really. So you’re telling me you need four orgasms. Is that right?” He chuckled, enjoying her torment.
“No, Sir. Just one would be plenty, especially if you were inside me at the time.” She spoke quickly and used a placating tone.
“I see. You’d like to place an order for one orgasm and you’d like a side order of my cock inside you while I deliver it.” Gio pulled back and readied his next move while she floundered.
Eva pulled on the cuffs binding her arms. She looked like she was trying to cover her body. “I didn’t mean it like that. I was just expressing my wishes… Making a suggestion. That’s all.”
“Who is in charge, Eva?” He leaned in and spoke softly near her ear.
“You are, Sir. I’m sorry. I misspoke.”
“You’re having four. Remember your place, subbie.” He turned on the vibrator and held it against her clit.
Eva went up on her toes, probably trying to gain a reprieve. He wasn’t allowing it. Gio held it firmly in place while she squirmed. After a few seconds, her squeals changed and she stopped evading. Her coos grew louder and Gio felt her apply added pressure down onto the head of the vibrator.
Her first orgasm looked like it hit her with the force of a freight train. She thrashed and screamed until he pulled the wand off to the side, granting her a short reprieve.
“One down, three to go.” He kissed her cheek before swinging the vibrator back into place.
She pushed out her bottom lip in the cutest little pout he’d ever seen and her whimpers were tearing at his heartstrings. What he wouldn’t give if he could change his actions of six years ago.
It wasn’t long before she began trembling and the soft sounds she made grew in volume. As her second release washed over her, she yanked hard against the chains binding her to the cross. He quickly moved the vibrator to a less sensitive area.
“You’re so beautiful when you come, Eva. I might need more than four.” He knew four would be pushing her limit, but he wasn’t opposed to a little mind fuck. Let her think he might demand more.
“Please, no.” She panted and shook her head.
“But it isn’t really your decision to make, now, is it, Eva?” he whispered in her ear as he lightly kissed the soft curvature of her neck. She tasted salty and delicious.
“No, Sir,” she conceded, sounding resigned to her fate.
“Our bodies are capable of so much more than we might imagine. Together we’re going to explore all manner of ways to bring you pleasure.” He kissed down her collarbone to her breast. Drawing her nipple into his mouth, he licked his tongue over the peak.
Eva pushed deeper against him and Gio obliged. He began suckling harder while she bucked her hips helplessly.
“You know you’re perfect, Eva. I couldn’t ask for a more passionate submissive.” He waited a moment, but she made no move to answer him and he was fine with that. Gio switched the vibrator to the next level and repositioned it.
“Gio!”
“Relax, Eva, and let it build. You can do this. Shut off your mind and just feel,” he coaxed her.
Eva thrashed. “Can’t. Too much.” She sounded on the verge of tears.
“One word stops the play, Eva. Use it if you need to but until then, we continue.”
He watched her closely and knew the precise moment when her arousal began to build again. Her struggling stopped and she shifted her weight. Gio felt a slight pressure on the head of the vibrator as she leaned toward it.
“That’s my good girl. Come apart for me, Eva.” His teeth grazed her nipple as her third orgasm rocked her.
“We’re almost there, sweetheart.” Gio removed the blindfold and moved the vibrator away. He put his arm around her neck and snuggled close to her. “You’re amazing, Eva. You please me so much.” He feathered kisses along her cheek.
Her legs were trembling, tears dotted her eyelashes and Gio feared he was pushing her too hard. She had talked tough that first night, but she wasn’t as experienced as she’d wanted him to believe.
“I can do this.” She looked up at him with a faint smile.
Gio’s heart went tripping. “I know you can. You can do anything, because you’re fucking incredible.”
Eva’s smile widened. “High praise.”
Her breathing was ragged, and from the vein in her neck, Gio knew her heart was beating fast and hard, but she stood her ground.
“And well deserved. Are you ready?” Even with giving her a short break between orgasms, she was going to be sore tomorrow. She had to know it too, yet she nodded, ready to go again.
As the vibrator made contact with her clit, Eva screamed and squirmed. Gio held it lightly, just barely skimming across her skin, allowing the sensations to build a little slower than before.
She was panting, with her head tipped back and her eyes closed. Eva tightened her hold on the chains securing her to the cross.
Gio added the slightest touch of pressure and Eva moaned. Instead of flinching, she stayed perfectly still. A moment later he pressed a little harder. Her sounds of pleasure grew louder and she began rocking her hips against the head of the vibrator.