There’s a split second, like there always is, when I flounder, wonder if I’ve been too hard, but all the times we’ve played this game, she’s never once uttered the safe word.I wonder if today will be the day and I’ve gone too far.
Then she speaks.
“Do it again.”
I exhale, smile inwardly, and pull her leggings down to reveal her thong and her ripe, round cheeks.
I smack her again, harder this time, the sound louder on her naked skin.Her flesh turns pink.A gasp flies from her mouth.
“Maybe this’ll be a reminder of how you should behave.How you should give yourself to me without all this running.”
“Or maybe it’ll just make me run faster.”She springs from the step, catching me off-guard as she hauls herself forwards, dragging her leggings back up as she sprints up the remaining stairs.
And all I do is watch as she runs into the bedroom that used to be mine when we stayed here for the first time, a few months ago.
Slowly, I climb the stairs.
I can already smell her in the room—jasmine and honeysuckle, sweet and inviting.It’s cold and feels unused.The bed’s neatly made in grey linen, the en suite bathroom door closed, the wooden floor polished to a glossy sheen.
I wade deeper into the room, glancing at the curtains, looking for her silhouette, listening for her heavy breathing.As I reach the window, I catch a glimpse of her darting from under the bed and racing for the open door.
Like a hound with the scent in my nose, I set off, chasing her out of the room.She doesn’t make it to the stairs.I catch her on the landing, pulling at her top as she struggles to get herself free.
“I’d love nothing more than to let you run a bit longer, but I need you to have enough energy for what I’m about to do to you,” I tell her, pushing her arms behind her back and securing her legs with my own.She lets out a little grunt, her hair plastered to her face.
Stepping in front of her, I throw her over my shoulder, then turn and make my way to the master bedroom.
She thumps her fists against my back, crying, “Put me down!”as I reach the bed.
“Gladly.”I throw her onto the bed.
She scrambles up the mattress, gripping onto the headboard, and I almost laugh as I pull her back down by her leg and flip her over.
“The more you fight, the more fun I get to have with you,” I say, catching one of her arms in midair as she grapples with me.Holding her by one wrist, I pin her to the bed, then grab her other wrist and hold her down.That’s when she looks at me and grins.
“I’ll just have to keep fighting you, then,” she says as she tries to wriggle from my grasp.
“You can try.”I tighten my grip.
When I feel her relax, I move her wrists together, holding them in one hand as I take off my belt with the other in one swift move.The snap of the leather makes her eyes widen.I know she loves this; she told me so weeks after we left this place, and we started to play this game.
“Not the belt,” she says.
I wink at her.
“You know what happens when you struggle.”I wrap my belt around her wrists, securing them above her head.When I know she can’t free herself, I let go of her wrists, sit back, and admire her bound underneath me.
“Fuck me, if there’s a nicer sight than this, I’ve yet to see it,” I tell her, biting my bottom lip.I consider what I’m going to do with her, all the ways I could take her—different ways to show her what she’s worth, what she is to me.That she’s everything and always will be.
“What are you going to do to me?”Even though she could bring her bound hands down, she keeps them above her head.When all’s said and done, she’s a good girl when it comes to the game.
“If I tell you, I’ll have to fuck you.”I bend down and lick the inside of her neck.
She shudders.“Tell me, please.”Her voice is all sexy, her breathing already pitching at the thought of what I’m going to do to her.
I should hold out, but she asked so nicely, so I tell her, “I’m going to undress you, remove everything whilst following each touch with my tongue.I’m going to lick every inch of your skin.Then, when you’re naked, I’m going to bend you over my knee and smack that smart ass of yours—one hit for every minute I spent trying to find you.Then I’m going to lay you down, spread your legs, and admire the view.And I’ll wait until I can see just how wet you are before I lick your pussy until you’re so far gone you’ll be begging me to fuck you.”I drag my finger over her nipple.
“But I won’t—not yet anyway.I’ll flip you over and push my fingers inside you as you curse me, call me all the horrible names you can think of because all you want to do is come.It’ll only make me fuck you harder with my fingers.I’ll thrust them deep inside you until you’re screaming for me to let you come.But I won’t.Not then either.”I lower my head and nip her lips between mine as she bucks beneath me, trying to rub herself on the bulge between my legs.
