Page 90 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
I struck her, and she counted before thanking me. I repeated the process over and over until she slumped down on the bench, no longer fighting and simply enduring her punishment. On the final strike, her voice quivered, as if she were on the verge of tears.
“22…” she whispered. “Thank you, Master.”
I set the paddle aside and leaned over Alison, gently pressing my lips against her lower back. She tensed slightly under my touch, her anticipation of pain still lingering. Slowly, I descended further, trailing my lips over her heated skin with delicate care. I squeezed her other ass cheek with my hand, eliciting a whimper from her as I pushed her legs apart. I buried my face in the sweet spot between her legs, licking her wet pussy.
“Oh!” she gasped, pushing back to receive more.
“I think you enjoyed your punishment a little too much, my sweet slut,” I remarked, then licked along her pussy again, grazing her back entrance.
She shook her head. “N-No, I hated it.”
I smacked her burning ass with my hand, and she let out a painful little scream.
“Oh, please, no more!”
“You say that, but your pussy seems to be screaming for more,” I taunted, then licked her again, pushing my tongue into her, and she moaned loudly. But I pulled away too soon, and the pleasurable moan turned into one of protest.
I stood up once again, then went to untie her from the bench.
“Sit up,” I ordered.
She didn't appear pleased, as sitting up meant putting pressure on her sore ass, but she obediently complied, wincingas her skin made contact with the leather. I retrieved a set of cuffs with attached hooks and returned to her side.
“Hold out your wrists.”
She did as instructed, and I secured the cuffs around her wrists.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“You didn’t think we were done playing so soon, did you?”
“Oh fuck, more whipping?”
I smiled darkly, keeping my intentions to myself. Instead, I guided her to her feet and then directed her toward an iron plate with holes hanging from the ceiling. I lowered it, positioning it over Alison, and instructed her to lift her arms, hooking her wrists to it. She had to rise on her tiptoes to reach, leaving her slightly suspended in the air. Confusion clouded her expression, but before she could ask her usual “what now?” I reached for her, pulling her closer, and crushed my lips to hers in a deep kiss that made her moan into my mouth. My tongue slipped inside, sliding against hers, before I pulled away, leaving her slightly breathless.
She blinked rapidly, seemingly coming out of a trance, and when she realized what had just transpired, she lowered her eyes in shame. I grinned and turned away from her, finding a red silk blindfold. I came back to her, standing behind her.
“You just love taking away my ability to see,” she groaned, as I put on the blindfold.
“I do,” I responded.
“Why?”
“Because your eyes have always been your most powerful weapon, my little slut,” I whispered in her ear, eliciting a gasp from her as I was so close now. “They gave you everything you wanted, made people believe your sick lies. They are dangerous.”
“To you too?” she breathed as I slowly circled her, allowing my fingers to glide along her body.
I positioned myself in front of her, reveling in the sight of her vulnerability.
“Master?” she ventured.
I remained silent, walking away yet again, this time fetching the whip that had become a favored instrument of pleasure between us. The memory of her using it on me sent tingles through my body, but although part of me yearned to give her some control again, I couldn’t let her forget who was in charge.
Returning to her, I stopped in front of her. I noticed her tilting her head slightly, trying to pinpoint my exact location. I smiled to myself before placing the end of the whip at her lips. She gasped and tried to pull away, but her restraints kept her in place. I traced the whip slowly down the front of her body, over her naked breasts, and past her stiff nipples. A light smack on her breast prompted another gasp from her, followed by a hungry lick of her lips.
I had her exactly where I wanted her, and the thought ignited a burning desire within me. I whipped her again, then allowed the whip to slide down her stomach. Her breathing changed as she anticipated its destination. She pressed her legs together, but I gave the side of her thigh a sharp smack, and she let out a small scream before parting her legs. I ran the whip higher, moving it between her legs, and she struggled to elevate herself, but she was already on her tiptoes.
She bit her lip hard as I teased her with the whip, getting her increasingly aroused before making it disappear and delivering another strike to her thigh.
