Chapter Fifteen
“Do you have a preference?” I look up from the spot on the floor I’ve been told to stare at unless he addresses me. My knees ache from being on them for the past hour.
“I can’t imagine me preferring either. I don’t know anything about those.” He’s holding something in each hand, both obviously are used for spanking. I haven’t the slightest idea which would feel worse, but I’m sure I’m about to find out.
“Stand.” He orders me up to my feet and I follow to a sawhorse looking contraption. “Get on.” He’s so serious and disconnected from emotion right now. It’s making me anxious trying to both figure him out and guess what he’ll do next.
He guides me on it until I’m bent over straddling it long ways, the cushioned wood running between my legs all the way up through my cleavage. There’s a pad where my cheek goes, but I feel unsteady with my hands still tied behind my back.
“Do I have a safe word?” He spoke of allowing me to use one earlier, I hope he hasn’t changed his mind now that I’m bent over, with my naked ass in the air.
“Choose a word.” He replies while softly rubbing each ass cheek as if he’s inspecting his target. I probably should’ve thought about this sooner, because right now nothing clever comes to mind. I’m still thinking when he leans over, speaking next to my ear.
“Your word is exquisite. We’ll start out with my hand… my least favorite.” Without warning, he lands a solid slap to my ass, then does it four more times before I can even comprehend that it’s happening. I’m shocked and squirming against the furniture, trying to stay steady and not fall to the side. My legs are just short enough that I can barely reach the floor, making me flex my body to stay in position.
“This is a strap.” A quick swatch to my ass has me back to focusing on the pain, noticing the tingle of sensations across my skin only making me even more aware of his every move. “A paddle.” This one is harder… more concentrated in discomfort and not as pleasant as the others.
“This is a flogger.” The sting of tiny pieces of leather light up my already sensitive ass cheek, causing me to flinch. “And this is a crop.” A single bite to my left side this time makes me squeal, even though I tried so hard to hold it in.
“Flogger.” I respond through deep breaths as a tear falls out of the side of my eye… not from pain, but from the overwhelming mass of emotions I’m going through.
“I’ll throw the flogger in the trash then.” What? Why would he ask me then? “Do you want to feel the rest of them now or later?” He slides a hand between my legs, surprising me before I have a chance to answer. I don’t respond right away and it obviously irritates him. “Answer me.” He yells, startling me in the otherwise silent room.
“I don’t know what to say.” I sound pathetic… like a sobbing mess. I don’t know whether to cry out from the pain or wiggle a little and hope for some relief because for some reason I’m completely turned on.
“Well we can start by you addressing me properly.” This is where that Sir crap is supposed to come in. I hold my tongue refusing to respond how I truly want to. I don’t think this is the time for my smart-ass mouth. I’m not exactly wanting to feel what other spanking tools he has… because off the top of my head I can imagine he has a whip in that dresser of his.
“Yes, Sir.” I hope he finds my obedience pleasing and spares me any further torture… even though I’m not sure it’s all truly torturous. I think the unknown is what’s fucking with my mind. I have no idea what’s coming next and with him behind me I can’t see anything he’s doing.
He wanted trust… well I can’t think of a better way to prove to him that he has it. I’m literally at his beck and call and he could do anything he wants to me right now… and there’s not much I could do to stop him. Trusting that a single word would seize everything is all I have, so I’ll hang on to that.
“Your ass is a perfect pink, but for show I’m going to need it red. Remember to use your safe word if you can’t handle this.” I slam my eyes closed at the sound of him ripping his belt from around his waist. He lands across my lower back on the first swing, lowering with each swat until the heat from the leather is almost too much. I move just slightly, lifting my hips attempting to shift the pain, but instead giving him better access to between my legs.
He slaps my clit, causing me to scream out and my fucked-up mind to silently wish for him to do it again. He does, but it only takes me higher and my release to fly to another height and even further out of reach. I’m gripping the end of the rope in my hand so tight my fingers begin to numb.
The belt comes down again, coming around to hit me even harder. Fuck. I grit my teeth to keep from yelling out while he torments me with a few more hits. I’m so close… literally writhing to chase it when he stops completely.
The sound of the belt snapping in front of my face makes me open my eyes. He’s squatting, looking into my eyes while I’m almost positive there’s drool slipping out of the corner of my mouth.
“We have a dinner date. We can’t be late.” I want to start asking questions, but if I’ve learned anything today… it’s to listen to him carefully and he specifically told me not to ask any until later. He helps me to stand, adjusting my mask for me, but not untying my wrists.
“I’m going to guess you don’t want to try a leash tonight.” I nod no to him… hoping he’ll never try to make me crawl around like an animal. That’ll be the end of this little show if he tries that.
He holds my upper arm and begins to guide me to the door. I stop in my tracks, without saying a word my face begins to plea with him. Surely he knows I don’t want to go out there naked.
“Come on.” He holds my arm tighter, this time leading me that direction. I rip my arm from his hold and stop moving. I can feel my breasts swaying as I move harshly to make my point.
“Uhhh…. Sir… I’m not going out there naked.”
“Are you using your safe word? I figured we’d at least get through the day before you pulled it on me.” I want to ask him why he would want me out there where others can see me, but then I remember this is all for show. He needs others to see me for this whole thing to be successful.
“I don’t think I can do this.” I start shivering just thinking about it. His demeanor changes quickly, his eyes softening and becoming more like the man I’ve seen outside of this room.
“Yes you can. Let me lead you.” He moves closer, whispering the last of what he has to say. “Trust me.” Trust me? Trust me? He wants to parade me around naked and I’m supposed to trust him. I don’t fucking think so. I need air.
I drop the end of the rope and begin fighting the binding that’s pinning my arms behind my back. My breathing becomes erratic and I consider screaming but the panic attack I’m starting to have is silencing me.
“Camille. Listen to me.”
“No listen to me… If I could think of the damn safe word you gave me, I’d use it.” I’m still struggling to get loose when I catch him watching my tits bounce. “Get these off of me… I can’t breathe.”
He flips me around and removes the rope quickly before he pulls me against his chest in an attempt to calm me. I shove off of him, holding my chest to fight the panic that has already set in.
“I should’ve known I couldn’t do this. My anxiety was reason enough and it’s obvious I should’ve taken it into consideration.” My heart is racing and I wish like hell I could go back in time and never leave my bedroom this morning.
“You can wear one of your new dresses to dinner until you’re more comfortable with the idea of leaving the room naked.”
“Oh, that’s mighty thoughtful of you… but I hate to tell you… I may never be comfortable with that.” I try to hide the sarcasm, but it’s who I am.
“Give it all time.”
“Damon… I should just go home. You can choose someone else, I’m sure you can find so many women that would jump at the chance to do all of this with you.”
“I don’t want anyone else.” He turns away from me and for the first time I have a few silent moments to really look at his back. I feel so many emotions when I take in the tattoos covering him. I want to ask him about all of them, but I know they’re all special to him. He doesn’t want this to get personal.
“Why?”
“Because I chose you.” I contemplate the situation and wish like hell he’d say more than he simply chose me. He’s so hard to talk to. For someone who wants me to open my mind up to him, he’s very closed off.
“If I do this, I want you to spend an hour every day just talking to me. I need to feel a connection with you that’s built on more than just you telling me to trust you. I’m not a people person Damon. In fact, I really hate people. The last thing I want to do is go to dinner with anyone else, let alone go buck ass naked.”
“I can do that. But if you ask something I don’t want to talk about, I won’t.”
“Fair enough.”
“If you wear that dress, I expect it to be the only thing you wear.”
“See this is us compromising. I like this.” I move to the closet, hoping my new clothes will be in there. My eyes go wide when I see how many outfits he has for me. I let my fingers linger over the lingerie as I pass it. He has two shelves stacked with sexiness that I hope I get to wear one day, not that I’m sure I’ll look any good in them.
There’s just as many dresses and shirts… less pants, but that’s understandable in this place. “I thought this was only going to last two weeks.”
“It is.”
“Why so many clothes then?”
“I wanted you to have options.” His voice seems to be even further away when I pull a red dress from a hanger. The front is revealing yet classy… and when I flip it around I quickly see that the back is also.
Slipping it on, and opting to stay barefoot I make my way back out to him. He’s messing with the cameras, so I wait patiently.
“Tell me Camille, how does that ass feel?” He looks at me to answer.
“It’s tender.”
“And what about between your legs?” I fight the blush that’s trying to spread across my body, but fail.
“It’s also tender.” And sensitive… and ready for more, but I don’t tell him all of that.