“Yes, Ma’am.”
“I’ll work on that. In the meantime, continue to manage this on your own. But you’ve done very well.” A harsh intake of breath is his only response to my thumb pressing down hard on his asshole, somewhere he’s never been touched. He’s open to it, but that will be a longer road if we choose to take it.
“Now, while you’re in this position, we have something to discuss, and I’m sure you know what it is. I counted three candles today as I was inspecting your home, and I believe I made itveryclear that you weren’t allowed to have candles anymore. Do you agree?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“And are you aware of what your punishment is?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Very well. You’ll receive ten strikes with my bare hand for disobeying me. Count them silently and say thank you when I’m finished, and tell me how your behavior is going to improve moving forward.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
I give him two strikes with ample recovery time, using the same pressure as during our test run, then move quickly into more forceful territory. By my tenth spank, both of his cheeks are a lovely shade of pink.
“Thank you, Ma’am. I’ll get rid of all my candles. I’m sorry I didn’t follow through with our agreement.” He sounds contrite enough, although I doubt this will be the only opportunity I have to punish Thatcher over the course of our arrangement.
“You’re forgiven, solnyshko. Now, I think it’s high time for you to meet my flogger.”
Chapter 28
“Look at howdesperate you are for me, solnyshko. You want me so badly, don’t you?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Andfuck,I do. Every atom of my world has narrowed to Mila. I’m strung up by my wrists to a hook she must have had installed in the ceiling, and even though she’s probably only had me here for ten minutes, I’m as relaxed as I’ve ever been. Her flogger feels nothing like I expected, less pain and more pure, heavy sensation. The rhythmic thudding of her pattern has become more pronounced than the beat of my own heart, and I swear I can feel every impact sending more blood flowing to my cock.
Everything’s faded away except her. The excitement of getting back onto the ice, the subtle black cloud of melancholy that’s lived here alone with me since I left the compound…gone.Nothing but warmth on my back and thighs, scratches on my abs from her nails, and an ache that I’m not sure I’ll be able to take for much longer in my balls. A long exhale is the only way I can think of to try to relax back into the blows, forcing myself to ignore my need for release.
“You’re making too much noise. Don’t make me second-guess your reward. You’ve been so good this evening. Control yourself.”
Fuck.I didn’t mean to whine. I just…it’s all too much. The rhythm of the flogger finally stops again, and the vision who’s been haunting my dreams circles to face me.
“One day, I’ll get you nice and pink on both sides. Would you like that? You might find out you like a little pain on your cock.” She punctuates her statement with a slap to my weeping erection, and I barely rein in my whimper as the pain travels up my spine and melds with the warmth still spreading from the flogger.
“Yes, Ma’am,” I grit out, barely able to keep my eyes open to enjoy her curves, poured into her bodysuit and taunting me as I dangle here.
“Good boy,” she purrs. “You’ve taken my hand and my flogger tonight without a single complaint. Did you enjoy them?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Would you like to fuck me now? Do you think you’ve earned it?”
“Yes. Please, Ma’am. I’ve been so good. Ineedto fuck you. Please.Please.”
“Mmm, you beg so prettily for me, sweet boy. Alright. I think you’ve earned it. I have a special treat planned for you.”
She backs away, but doesn’t move to release me, and I’m not sure how she plans to make this position work for us.Not my problem. Mila is in charge and will take care of everything.I float back toward reality when I notice that she’s slowlyunzipping her outfit, starting at the neck and revealing more and more of the body that couldn’t be more beautiful if it was carved from marble.
Muscle, her rounded shoulders wide and framing her perfect breasts…her abs that aren’t defined but solid, the dark curls I’d stay buried in if she’d let me. She was bare underneath, and when she removes her boots and pulls her legs free, she’s gloriously exposed.
My dick, still so excited at any morsel of attention from her, twitches when she presses her abdomen flush to mine, my length straining toward her breasts between us.
“You don’t even care if you get to fuck me, do you? I mean, sure, you want to. You enjoy it. But if I never let you fuck me again, you’d be right here, begging me to flog you and give this pathetic little cock any attention at all. Wouldn’t you?”
It’s impossible to focus as she trails her nails through the sheen of sweat I’m covered in, but I knew the answer to her question before she even asked it.
