Bind Me (Pact of Seduction 1)

He stepped between her legs and touched her pussy, circling her clit a few times. The man had fingers of a god. He was so confident in the way he touched her, and his molten gaze left no doubt in her mind that he admired her.

As the pleasure began to take hold, he removed his touch, strode to the table, and grabbed something. He turned back to her, and she saw he now held a black crop. “You're going to be a good girl, use the technique you've displayed here so far, and handle the pain, understood?"

Oh God! Her imagination ran wild with thoughts of how the crop would feel against her skin. Would it be like the flogger? Or would there be more of a sting? All she knew was she wanted more and was eager for him to deliver it. “Yes, Sir."

He positioned himself between her spread legs and raised the crop to her foot. There he gave a steady smack against the arch. She gasped as the sting was, sharper than she had expected, and her eyes watered. His gaze held steady on hers; even a little smile crept up on his face. “Pain level?"

"Six, Sir."

"You've already proven you know how to handle pain, which is very good, but I'm going to teach you how to control it when it comes more intensely. Before I hit again, I want you to inhale and hold it. After the hit, exhale slowly and focus on my eyes. Do not look away from me."

"Yes, Sir."

Marley inhaled, and Reed hit the arch of her foot again, harder this time. The moment the smack echoed through the room, Marley's releasing breath followed. It surprised her that his instruction worked. Focused on his eyes, the desire and adoration she saw there made directing the pain easier, and her exhale allowed her to accept the ache.

"That's exactly right. Well done.” He hit her thigh, light smacks as he traveled his way along her leg until he reached her center. He skipped her pussy and hit the other thigh repeatedly.

Within no time, the sting evaporated, replaced by a throb to her clit, a need for more, and a desire to lose herself in Reed's control. Clearly he recognized her wants, since he brought the crop back to her center and rubbed the flap over her clitoris, sending Marley to sigh as he teased her. “Have you been a naughty girl?"

"Sir, yes, Sir.” She leaned her head back over the box, before she reminded herself he'd ordered her to keep eye contact with him.

"I should punish you for all the naughty things you've done.” His smooth voice ran across her body like a warmed bath.

"Sir, I need to be punished."

He smacked her clitoris. Marley swallowed back her scream and bit her lip instead. She tensed against the ropes and fought the pain. The sting shocked her—such a sensitive area couldn't process an ache so intense.

"You did not breathe as I instructed.” He stepped away from her, and she cried out, begging with her whines to continue. “You're being punished for disregarding my instructions."

"Sir, forgive me, Sir. I won't forget again."

His gaze narrowed, yet he stepped back in front of her. “I will forgive this once and only once, because you are new to the lifestyle. Don't do it again."

"No, Sir, I won't, Sir."

Reed circled the flat leather around her clit while he delivered light hits. Marley strained against the ropes. Her eyes stayed on his as his deep, intent gaze watched her in return.

After four hits, the technique allowed her to ignore the pain and focus more on the spike of pleasure given to her clitoris.

He ran the crop along her skin, slapping sometimes, other times just smoothing it across her flesh. “Your skin is turning an exquisite shade of red.” He grinned. “It's lovely.” He smacked her clit hard.

"I'm glad it pleases you, Sir,” Marley shouted.

"Good answer from a good submissive.” He all but purred.

Marley shuddered at the sexy sound.

"Do you believe I can make you come by using this crop?"

No, she certainly did not. So far he'd used his fingers, the vibrator, but her clit had never been that sensitive to actually orgasm from simple touch. Plus, being hit with the crop wasn't exactly what she'd consider orgasmic.

Reed tsk-tsked. “Oh, sweetheart, I see doubt in those eyes. Doubt I do not deserve.” He lowered the crop. “Have I not warranted your trust and proved to pleasure you?"

Marley filled with anger at herself. The man had proven to be beyond capable, but he wasn't the problem. “Sir, it's not you. I'm not sure I can..."

His eyebrow arched as her words drifted off, and he shook his head in frustration. “You need to say what you want.” He raised the crop and hit her pussy.

Marley gasped at the sharp pain and tried to remember his instructions.