Six Weeks of Seduction by Ellis O. Day

CHAPTER 43:  SARAH

Sarah hung, arms extended over her head and breasts bare. She was completely vulnerable. Nick could do anything he wanted. She should be scared and she was a little, but she was more excited. Part of her wanted to tell him to fuck her right now. He’d be in complete control. She’d be at the mercy of his thrusts, his pace. She squeezed her legs together. She was so ready for him, but she wanted this fantasy. She’d imagined it for some time

The snap made her jump. She hadn’t considered the belt. It’d just been part of the costume. It wasn’t supposed to be part of the game. She didn’t want him to really hurt her, not too much. A little pain before pleasure was good. Great actually. He’d taught her that, but not too much.

He walked around her and snapped the belt again. She jumped—her pulse racing and thrumming between her legs. He moved closer. She could feel the heat from his body against the bare skin of her back.

“So pretty.” He ran the cold, hard belt buckle down her spine.

She couldn’t stop the tremble that shimmered through her. He wouldn’t hit her with that. Would he?

“I don’t want to mar this skin.” He kissed her shoulder, moving her hair to get access to her neck.

Her knees shook in anticipation and then his mouth was on that spot between her neck and shoulder that seemed to be linked to her pussy. Her knees gave out, causing her to hang from her arms. “This ain’t part of the deal, mister.” She struggled to speak when all that wanted to come out was a moan.

He stopped kissing her but didn’t move, his hot breath cooling her wet skin. “That’s the problem, little Sarah.” He nibbled her ear. “You didn’t think this through. I can do whatever I want to you.” His voice was deep and dark and more wetness pooled between her legs.

“You promised, sir.”

“You want your brother not to be punished and he won’t be. You’re taking his place but I don’t whip women. Not hard.”

Even though she trusted him, relief washed through her. “But we agreed I’d get thirty-five lashes.”

“Do you want me to whip you with the belt?” His mouth was at her ear, his words almost a thought in her head.

“No.”

“Good.” He stepped aside. “You’ll be punished, but not with this.” He moved in front of her and tossed the belt aside.

“With what then?” She couldn’t help it. Her eyes dropped to his crotch where his dick was straining at his pants.

“Oh, you’ll get that but it won’t be a punishment.”

“I don’t want to have sex with you.”

He took one long step and he was only inches from her. He grabbed her hair in his hand, pulling back her head. “I could fuck you right now.” He grasped her pussy through her skirt and she bit back a moan. “Here or here.” He reached around her and grabbed her ass, letting his fingers shove the cloth of her skirt between her butt cheeks. “And there is nothing you can do about it.”

She moaned. She couldn’t help it. She was at his mercy and she loved every second of it.

“But, I won’t.” His eyes were dark and hot. “Until you beg.”

“I’ll never beg.”

“We’ll see about that.” He grinned and walked away.

Sarah hung there, trying to see over her shoulder to figure out where he went and when he was coming back. She couldn’t see anything but she could hear. She closed her eyes and listened. He was in his bedroom. Her heart pounded in her ears. His closet full of toys was in his bedroom.

“Tired?”

She squeaked as her eyes flew open. He stood in front of her again. “Mister, you’re as quiet as a cat.”

He’d taken off his shoes and his shirt. All that smooth, hot skin was only inches away. She knew how good that broad chest felt and the way his muscles moved as he thrust into her. She wanted to run her fingers around his nipples and down that chest but she couldn’t. She squeezed her legs together instead and he grinned.

“Ready to beg?”

“I’ll never beg.” She might pant and weep and plead, but not beg. She nibbled on her lip. Okay. She’d eventually beg, but she was going to hold out as long as she could.

He raised the riding crop that he’d kept hidden behind his back and traced her lips. “I won’t damage these. They’re going to be sucking my cock soon.”

She inhaled, trying to imagine how that was possible if she were up here, and he slid the crop into her mouth.

“Show me. Suck it.”

She turned her head. “You’re disgusting, mister.”

“And you’re going to love every dirty, naughty thing we do.” He moved closer, letting the crop trail between her breasts. He bent and inhaled. “I can smell your desire.” He grabbed her skirt and started pulling it up. “Your pussy is already dripping for me, isn’t it?”

It was, but she had to stick with the part. “Stop it. Hit me with the crop but leave my skirt alone.”

His eyes hardened and he tapped her breast, not too gently, with the crop. She whimpered.

“You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do.” He skimmed the crop over her other breast and she tensed. “Count. That was one.”

“One.” She wasn’t sure she could take thirty-five. That’d stung.

He moved around to her back, dragging the crop along her skin. He quickly swatted her back twice. She gasped.

“Count.”

“Two. Three.”

His hot mouth came down where he’d hit her and his tongue scraped along her skin, soothing the sting. His hand went to the back of her skirt.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“Making sure you know I’m in charge.” He unzipped her skirt and let it slide down her legs. “A slip. Nice. I think we’ll leave that on…for now.”

“Thank you.”

He moved to stand in front of her, his hands trailing up her thighs pushing her slip upward.

“Y-you said you were leaving it.”

“I am, but not your panties.” He grasped the waistband and pulled them down, letting his fingers skim across her skin as his face lowered with her underwear.

She tried so hard to concentrate on her character and how upset the girl would be but all she felt was desire. She knew the pleasure that mouth and those fingers could give and her body craved it.

He picked up her skirt and tossed it aside and then he stood with her panties in his hand. He turned them inside out and rubbed his finger over the crotch. “These are soaked.” His eyes met hers. “Surrender now. All I want is a please.”

She clamped her mouth shut to stop from agreeing. The bulge in his pants was huge and looked painful. She should do this for him. Take away his hurt, but even her lust filled brain knew that was an excuse. She was so turned on she could barely see straight but she wasn’t ready to let him win. “Never.”

His lips thinned before he shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He tossed her panties aside, walked to the bar and looked inside a box that he must’ve brought from his bedroom. He grabbed something and walked over to her. He was holding two toys that were about two inches tall and cylindrical. Her pussy clenched in anticipation. They didn’t look like any dildo or vibrator she’d ever seen but he was the expert.

“We’re going to make these”—he flicked her nipple—“extra sensitive.” He placed the device over her nipple and turned the top.

“What are you doing? What is that?” The pressure on her nipple was intense. She gasped.

He turned it again and again.

Her head dropped back and she moaned. He gave it one more twist, flirting with pain and then started on her other breast. She tried but she couldn’t hold back another moan.

“That should work nicely.” He grabbed her face, making her look at him. “How does it feel?”

She was almost panting. It felt tight and hot. “Four and five.”

His brow wrinkled in confusion before he smirked. “Only thirty exquisite tortures to go.” He dropped his hold and moved behind her.

She tensed, not sure what was coming next. She’d never make it through thirty more…things.

He pulled up her slip, the satin tickling her thighs.

“I thought you were leaving it.” She trembled, wanting his hands on her.

“I am.” He leaned in by her ear. “I’m pulling it up, not down.” He tucked the hem into the waistband leaving her ass bare.

“Beautiful.” He skimmed the riding crop over her butt cheeks, the leather hard and thin.

She jerked forward as he brought it down on her ass. “Ouch.” She couldn’t help it. That’d hurt.

He hit her again.

“Hey. Ouch.” She was pretty sure that had left a mark.

“What did you think was going to happen? You chose not to fuck me. You wanted this.” His hand came down, slapping her ass. “Count.”

“Six. Seven. And eight.”

“Good girl.” He touched her butt cheeks, massaging. There was something slippery—oil perhaps—on his hands. It was soothing the sting. “I don’t want to leave any marks on this pretty, pink ass.”

His fingers drifted between her cheeks as he kissed the underside of her butt. She was pretty sure from the angle that he was kneeling behind her, his hands cupping her ass and his lips and tongue playing along her cheeks and legs. He continued caressing her, his fingers sliding between her thighs but not touching her, coming close but never straying to her pussy. She needed his touch there. She needed him to stop teasing. She tried to push back but being perched on her toes didn’t give her enough control.

He kissed her back where her butt met her spine and stood, his hands wandering around her stomach and toward her breasts. “I think it’s time to remove these.” He flicked the suction cups on one of her breasts and she moaned. “Yep.”

He walked away and came back with two glasses. He took a drink of his and put it on the table. He held the other glass to her mouth. “Have some.”

She drank, the whiskey sending a warm path down her throat.

“How are your arms?”

This must be a break from the game. “Okay. A little sore.”

“I’ll be right back.” He left and when he returned he had a harness of some sort. He took her arms down from the hook and her legs almost buckled as the blood rushed back into her limbs. He pulled her close as he unhooked her hands. “Sorry. I should’ve done this first but I thought you’d beg sooner.”

“I’ll never beg you, mister.” She wasn’t ready to stop the game.

“Yes, you will.” He hooked her into the harness and refastened her hands in the restraint before attaching her to the hook again. “Better?”

“Yes.” Her arms still hurt but most of the weight was on her back and shoulders now.

“Good.” He grasped one of the cups on her breast and untwisted the top, before pulling it off. “Beautiful.”

His eyes almost sparked with desire. She looked down as he unhooked the other device. Her nipples were huge, engorged. He ran his thumb over one of them, pinching it slightly and she gasped. It was like he’d jolted her with electricity.

“See how sensitive you are now.” He skimmed the riding crop across her breasts, around and around her nipple.

“Please.” If he slapped her there now, it was really going to hurt.

“Please yes? Or please no?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?” He tapped it gently across her nipple and her knees did buckle. “I think you want it.”

She did and she didn’t. The slight tap had been exquisite, the pain shooting to her pussy and making it clench.

“Count.”

“Nine.”

He tapped the crop against one nipple and then the other, fast and hard like a sting.

“Oh…oh…Nick…” She was going to come. All he had to do was touch her. “Please.”

“Are you begging?”

“No.” She said through clenched teeth and he smacked her nipple again.

“Count.”

“Ten, eleven, twelve.” He hit her again. “Thirteen.” And again. She rolled her head back, her body arching toward him, offering her breasts to him. “Fourteen. Oh. Please.” And then his mouth was there—hot and wet, sucking on her and pushing her to orgasm. She screamed, her body twitching and her legs giving out beneath her.

He continued to suckle her engorged nipples and she moaned a long keening sound.

“Fuck, baby. I love the sounds you make.” He grabbed her face and kissed her. It was hard and desperate, his tongue taking over her mouth. “Say it, Sarah. Beg me to fuck you. Tell me you want my dick so far up inside you that you scream.”

She shook in his arms. “I’ll never beg you.”

His eyes met hers. His were angry or maybe desperate. “Fuck.” He took a step away from her. He grabbed his drink and finished it. “Okay.” His breathing was ragged. “You still want to play. Fine. You came. Now, it’s my turn.”

He moved to the stand and turned a crank, lowering the pulley. “Get on your knees.”

She hadn’t even realized that the height was adjustable. She should’ve since it wasn’t custom made for her.

“Get on your knees.”

She wanted to suck him, make him beg, but she had to keep to the part. “Why, sir?” She knelt in front of him.

“You’ll see. Actually, you won’t.” He grabbed a cloth from the box and went behind her. He tied it around her eyes.

“No. Don’t.” She shook her head and he slapped her ass. She jumped. It was tender from the blows from the riding crop. “Fifteen.”