The closer I got, the louder my heart thumped in my chest. My fingers closed around the handle, inserting the key and slowly opening the door as I exhaled.
The room was surprisingly cozy, given the things that happened there. A canopy bed, a small nightstand next to it, and what I was assuming was a bathroom behind a black door on the opposite corner. Mahogany wood floors, onyx curtains, and blood-red sheets.
And in the center, with her legs crossed looking at her watch, was Blaize. Her gaze met mine, and she didn’t look too pleased with me. She kicked her leg and planted her feet onto the hardwood, leaning on her elbows and intertwining her fingers together. She only had a few buttons secured on her top, so I got a full view of her cleavage. The sight made my knees weak.
“You’re late.”
“I’m sorry.” Her lip twitched.
“You will be. Take the jacket off and kneel.” I untied the jacket’s knot, pushing the heavy fabric off my shoulders and onto the floor, leaving me in nothing but a lace thong and black heels. Slowly, I walked up to her, keeping my eyes on the floor. My knees hit the wood and I opened my legs slightly, placing my palms on my thighs. She grabbed my chin, forcing my eyes to meet hers. Her scent invaded my scenes. Honey, lemon, and whiskey. She leaned in dangerously close to me.
“Are you prepared for everything I plan on doing to you tonight?”
“Yes, Blaize.”
“Mistress. In this room, you will only address me as mistress.”
“Yes, mistress.” The word rolled off of my tongue perfectly.
“This is a one-time thing. You gave me free rein, but what are your hard limits?”
I think for a minute. I knew there were a lot of aspects to this community and a lot of things I didn’t understand. “I don’t know.”
She cocked her brow. “What do you not want me to do to you?”
“I don’t know. I just know I want you to touch me.”
“Oh, I’m going to, but I need to know what you like. Impact play? Temperature control? Toys?”
I bit my lower lip. “I think I like it all. I’m willing to try anything once…”
She nodded. “How many times have you orgasmed in a night?”
“Uhm. It depended on my partner. With women I orgasmed more, but I wasn’t using sex for pleasure. I used it for self-harm to keep my mind quiet.” I winced, realizing I was trauma dumping on this woman. “Uhm, real orgasms, maybe three times? I faked a lot, too, when the sex was bad or I wanted to get out of there.”
I never had an emotional connection with any person I was with, so the sex was mediocre. The men got off easily. I knew my pussy was made of gold for how quickly they finished, but it left me unsatisfied. Women were better, but even after an orgasm, I left unsatisfied. I needed something from them that I failed to receive—intimacy. In the end, it was how I wanted it. I needed one thing at the time.
“You do realize I am going to bring you lots of pleasure tonight.” I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. It was exactly what I wanted.
“What’s your safe word?”
I sighed. “Ocean.”
She lifted her brow, curiosity flickering across her face. “That's different.”
I shrugged. “Your safe word is when you don’t like something or when you want to stop. I don’t like the ocean.”
She stood up, signaling for me to stand as well. She walked me to the canopy bed and ran her hand down my arm. “Bend over the bed, princess.” I bent over the bed; my hands stayed at my side and I parted my legs slightly. My skin tensed as Blaize ran her fingers down my spine. “I am going to fuck you senseless tonight, drawing out every one of your orgasms until you can’t take anymore. You will have pleasure, but first you need to be punished.”
Her hand came down hard across my ass and upper thighs, leaving a sweet stinging sensation in its wake. “Ow!” I cried out. I felt her rub my ass, comforting the sting.
“My hand hurts a lot less than a paddle or a flogger. You were seventeen minutes late, so that’s seventeen spankings. You will count out loud each one, and thank me.”
“Yes, mistress,” I breathed out.
“Be a good girl and take your punishment so I can reward you properly.”Oh, fuck me.Her hand came down, smacking my other cheek, sounding like the crackle of fire. “Two. Thank you, mistress.”
One after one, she smacked my ass and thighs until I was squirming under her touch and moaning out before she got to ten. My fists clenched the red silk bedding as my pussy screamed in desire. How the hell could spanking cause this kind of reaction?
