Harper was right.He had me stretched so thin I no longer knew what the hell I was pleading for.Did I want the punishment to stop, for him to hold me and remind me how much he loved me, or did I never want the stinging pace to cease until it had pushed me right to the edge of sanity?
“You’re so needy.”His chuckle pulsed over my skin.“And always so ready to beg me, baby.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I was ready, always keen to persuade him to break the agonizing embargo of my pleasure.The matter had become something of an important taboo since the night he’d denied me an orgasm after ordering pizza on that first day in the house.Despite the affection he’d shown me, the hugs and breakfasts in bed, he’d adamantly refused to offer me any release since then.Sometimes, he took me right to the edge, teasing my clit with his fingers or his tongue, while others, like that moment, he merely focused on his wants, be they the reddening of my ass or his own multiple crescendos.
After days of denying me, the extent of my longing was becoming unbearable, yet the more I pleaded for reason, the more his resolve seemed to harden.
“You’re perfect like this.”His hand rose, and I tensed, knowing precisely what would come next.
Right on cue, a torrent of hard smacks rained over me, temporarily taking my breath away.I winced at a particularly potent spank, and as though he’d read my mind, his hand stilled over my sex, one long digit brushing over my lips.
“I see my pussy is enjoying herself.”
His smug tone was taunting, reminding me of all the things he got to relish while I was forced to go without.All the hedonism I’d delivered to him while receiving none.The vacuum would have been unconscionable had we both not been all too aware how much I reveled in the contradiction.For some reason I’d yet to understand, being made to wait while he enjoyed himself was a ridiculously heady turn-on.
Maybe after all those months of being told how unworthy I was, the message had begun to sink in, but instead of producing despair and disgust, my twisted brain had managed to morph the condemnation into breathtaking arousal.Who knew how or why his masterful denial of me elicited such a potent reaction?Hanging on for dear life, all I knew was that I lived for it.
Even in the moments alone, when I could have taken the edge off my excruciating craving for pleasure, I hadn’t caved in and found release, and deep down, I knew why.Iwantedto do as he asked.I needed to wait my turn.Strangely, the denial, and the fact that I had no control over its duration, left me hotter and needier than I’d ever known before.
“Oh, God.”My head fell, knowing I was like a horny robot stuck on repeat.
I was going to beg him again.Even though I’d sworn to myself there wouldn’t be a ‘next time’, even though the mortification of the day before when he’d had me plead in front of his phone’s camera before he’d used my mouth to provide him with more satisfaction, I knew I was succumbing.The look in his eyes was simply too captivating, and the heat at the apex of my thighs was just too strong.It didn’t matter that a week before, I’d been genuinely afraid for my life, and that I feared for the fate of so many others.Those horrors were still there somewhere, locked away where I could keep them small, but like a genie from a bottle, they’d been replaced by the need Harper had unleashed.My head was full of him; his smile, his tantalizing aroma, the way he held me.The arguments those assets made in favor of my obedience and denigration were powerful—far more potent than reason—and too downright compelling to ignore.
Fuck.
Squeezing my eyes closed for a fleeting minute, I gritted my teeth and prayed for some composure, but even the reassuring hug of the carpet between my toes was no longer able to ground me.
How long would he make me wait, and would I break into a thousand shards before he took pity on me?
Perhaps if I was an extra good girl that day, he’d give in.Maybe if I did just that little bit better and crawled with more grace, he’d finally show me mercy.
The incessant need throbbing at my clit that seemed to resonate out to every other part of my body assured me it had to be worth a try.If I didn’t get permission to come soon, I was going to combust.
“Something you’d like to say, little girl?”His tone was knowing, and it wasn’t difficult to see why.
Since denying me the pleasure, my climax had been the one thing I’d obsessed over.Suddenly, seeking sexual release was more important than what food we ate that day, or even the document he was trying to obtain for me so we could leave Switzerland and enter the EU.While my rational mind knew where we were and why we were there, it knew how lucky I was to be free and the possible risks that still lay ahead, being suspended in such perpetual erotic torment had made it damn near impossible for me to focus on anything save for when he’d relent and let me come.
So, when my lips parted, the words that came rushing from them were as inevitable as the oxygen traveling to my lungs.
“Am I allowed to come yet, Sir?”
Once more, my toes scrunched into the carpet’s fibers as my embarrassment swelled.A grown woman shouldn’t need assent from another.She shouldn’t need to beg for pleasure, yet where I’d come from, women had to do much worse for much less, a fact that only fortified my aroused shame.Whether Fortorus had fucked me up and created the sexual submissive who got off on begging or crawling, or whether she’d always been hiding inside me but hadn’t been lured out to play until Harper had swept me off my feet, I might never know.I only knew there was no coming back from the dark, sordid places we’d discovered together.
“You’re being spanked,” he replied brusquely as he came to stand by the bedstead.“Why would I let you come now?”
Because I’m going to go fucking mad if you don’t?
The answer bounced around in my head, forcing me to draw in a sharp intake of air before I trusted myself to speak.Insolence at that moment would have guaranteed my continued frustration and likely have provoked a far greater penance.
“Because I swear I’ll be a better footrest next time, Sir.”My knuckles whitened as I held onto the end of the bed.“And I really, really need the release.”
My reply hung in the air like the hopeless entreaty it probably was.Futile, fruitless, and yet sexy as fuck.
“Oh, you really,reallyneed it?”
My eyes squeezed closed at his sarcasm.“Yes, Sir.”
