“You’re testing my patience little one, I suggest you stop trying your luck.” He snarled at her, glaring at her as she rolled her eyes and started jerking against his hold again.
“Or you’ll what? Whip me with your stupid little stick? Bring it on you fucking pussy” She hissed at him, bringing her forehead down and smashing is against his as she shoved against him with her body.
She was like a wild thing tonight; something had gotten into her and he’d never seen her behave this way. She’d been scratching and biting him at every turn, only nothing about it was her usual playful nature. In fact she’d bitten him so hard the last time she’d drawn blood and he’d had to grip her jaw and keep squeezing it till she was forced to let go.
He’d grab her in a headlock and shoved her against the wall so fast he heard the air rush out of her in a loud gasp, he’d then begun tying her down with bindings and gotten the arms done, had her stretched out tightly, arms above her head. He’d just latched the one leg in and pulled it taut before she kneed him in the stomach with the other one.
He’d grunted and pulled her hair back hard which would normally make anyone think twice but only seemed to spur her on more. She began pushing against him with her one free leg and all her might and when that didn’t make any difference she tried to lash out and land heel in his crotch, before he grabbed her leg and held it between his own in a steel grip, as he grabbed a knife and began to cut her clothes away none to gently.
Even immobilized as she was, stretched tight by the rope and feeling the cold blade of the blade against her skin didn’t keep her from bucking and fighting against him bodily. He saw blood start trickling down in places the knife had nicked her despite his careful handling and he released her hair and grabbed her by throat instead squeezing more and more till he felt her stop struggling and begin gasping instead.
He counted in his head as they glared at one another, silently daring her to carry on fighting against him even as he topped his normal count and waited for her to drop her gaze. He passed the safe point and still she didn’t look away, her eyes becoming glazed and her head beginning to dip from lack of oxygen. He snorted in disgust and let go, but not before seeing the flash of triumph in her eyes, which only served to infuriate him even more.
He yanked her remaining leg, now limp and continued to tie it down like the rest of her. He then cut off the rest of her clothes and then stalked off to collect his tools so he could begin making her regret her little outburst.
He saw her dip against the ropes, testing how tight they were and if they’d allow for any slack. She refused to look up at him, so he dragged her face up and noted the bruises already forming on her cheeks from the earlier grip he’d had to exert to make her stop biting him.
Her throat was red after the grip and he could see the ropes getting tighter as she kept struggling against them.
“You shouldn’t do that, they’re cutting off your blood supply and you’re not going be able to feel them if you carry on doing that.”
“Ohh scary, like I give a flying FUCK” she wheezed out, her voice still scratchy from lack of air.
“Is there’s something you’d like to tell me? Because this is not we agreed to and it’s definitely not you. Has something happened, that you would like to talk about instead of throwing temper tantrums?” He stood back and crossed his arms, studying her as she heaved and struggled against the ropes to no avail. He noticed that her hands were already changing color and her legs were turning white from the lack of blood circulation, and still she struggled against them and just glared at him not saying a word.
“No…okay have it your way, I’ve got all night and you’re clearly going nowhere” He grabbed a chair and sat down in front of her, his legs stretched out and his gaze lidded as he swept his gaze up and down along her body.
She was not quite tall, not quite short. A small willowy frame, milky white skin, soft rounded breast heaving as she struggled to regulate her breathing again. Her arms were so high up that she had to strain to look at him and she couldn’t maintain that angle for long before her neck started cramping.
So she stared ahead and decided to ignore him instead, she stood on her tippy toes to give a little slack on her wrists, just enough to release the blood circulation back into her arms, instantly sending pins and needles up and down her arms and shoulders, the pain tingling and aching even as she felt the numbness spreading.
She felt her nipples tightening, her breast feeling heavier and she felt a sudden chill causing goosebumps all across her body. She glanced down and saw him staring at her, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath.
“I’ll ask you again, what’s making you act this way?” Again she ignored him, adding insult to injury by spitting at him instead. In a flash he as towering over her, twisting her hair so tightly her eyes began to water and her head twisted with his hand to relieve some of the pressure. Still not a word. So he went behind her and started to roughly braid her hair, then he connected another rope.
He then made his way to his tools and came back with nine tailed flogger, which he started to slowly trail up and down her body lightly while her she stared off in to the distance pretending to ignore him again. He lifted the flogger and began to flick it lightly across her thighs, trailing his hand along her stomach and digging his nails in to her hip suddenly. He saw her eyes move to his hand and stare at him with a bored expression, before she rolled her eyes again and went back to ignoring him.
Her indifference was beginning a slow steady burn in his chest like a slow steady boil and he was doing his best to keep it to a simmer but she was beginning to piss him off.
He went back to the table and returned with a blindfold, that quickly brought her gaze back to his as he saw the angry retort her mouth was about to spew. He waited till she’d opened her mouth and started cussing him out before shoving a gag inside, pushing it in far enough that she couldn’t push it out with her tongue. He then went behind her and proceeded to blindfold her even as she tried to jerk her head away from his firm grasp.
He then proceeded to whip every single inch of her body with the nine tail’s till she was red all over, the cuts from the knife earlier beginning to bleed again from the impact of the whip on her skin.
He saw her working the gag in her mouth, how her chest was heaving from her agitation. He stopped lashing her and counted till 20, she stopped the screaming and her breathing calmed down slightly. He walked up and tugged the gag out, grabbing a glass of water he forced it to her mouth and barked at her “Drink”. She coughed and spluttered as the water splashed into her mouth and he could see her throat convulse slightly she fought to swallow and not cough it all up again.
Replacing the gag he then took a thick leather strap and began working it over her backside, across her thighs and over her breasts. No screaming, not a muffled cry or gasp. No response at all. This just angered him further. He went to the fridge and grabbed ice, holding the blocks against her now angry red skin and watching the welts begin to form even as the ice melted against her skin within moments of touching it.
He yanked the gag out and carried on running the ice all over her body, till she was glistening and there was no ice left. He then counted slowly in his mind and removed the blind fold, lifting her chin till her gaze locked on his. Her eyes were glazed over and her pupils were dilated, he could see her body slack as well.
“Is that all you’ve got sugar? Why don’t you let me down now so I can go find me someone who can actually get the fucking job done?” She hissed at him inches away from her face.
He stared at her blankly and felt his face harden. An eerie calm coming over him like ice.
“Someone else? Is that what this is about” He felt his lip curling up in a snarl and could feel his body trembling. He walked around her and wrapped his arm around her throat in a light choke hold, while his other hand grabbed her breast and squeezed them together against her chest. He inhaled her scent with his head pressed against her temple, and slowly started trailing kissed along her neck, her ear, biting it gently, as he went down to her neck and began and bit in to her shoulder.
His other hand wandered lower, gripping her hips, sliding across her belly and working its way around to caress her butt. He bit into her neck and felt her shudder.
“If you wanted someone else all you had to do was say so, I would brought some friends” he said, pinching her nipples wickedly and suddenly darting his had to her mound to cup it roughly. He could feel the heat radiating from it before his hand even touched it, and his hand came back slick and wet with barely a touch of his fingers on her lips.
“I don’t WANT anyone else” she started screaming out before he pushed his now sticky wet hand in her mouth.
“Uh uh uh, shhhh now I’m still busy talking” He said and he felt her fighting against his hand pressed to her mouth.
“See what you taste like, you’re practically dripping, and I haven’t even touched you yet” He wound his other hand about her throat again and whispered into her ear.
“Taste yourself, go on. That’s a good girl, use the wicked tongue of yours and show me how eager you are to say your piece” He spread his fingers inside her mouth and felt his body stiffen as her hot soft tongue started to lap and suckle at his fingers.
After he was sure she’d licked off all traces of herself he dipped his hand down again and curved his fingers this time, so they parted her lips, one on either side and the middle one rested firmly on her clit. The tip of it just barely touching inside her.
“Say your piece now, while I still have patience for it.” He said in a hard voice, pressing against her backside and caressing her throat even as his hand cupped and held her close in her most heated and intimate place.
He could feel her chest constricting and her heart pounding like thunder beneath him.
“I want” she began and stuttered off in a gasp as he flexed his fingers down below.
“I need you to break me” she said in a rush, like she was expelling a long held breath, and he felt her body relax as the words finally came out, and the fight along with it.
