Claiming My Sweet Captive

“That’s better,” I praised, tracing the line of her lips around the red rubber ball. “Very pretty.”

A fine tremor raced through her, and my cock stiffened further. There were other ways I wanted to train her tongue, but now was the time for punishment. I had enough self-control that I could suppress my own base desires.

She relaxed against the bench, tears glittering in her aquamarine eyes as she surrendered fully.

“You’re so beautiful when you cry,” I murmured, stroking the wetness on her cheeks with reverence. “Don’t you feel better now? You don’t have to yell. You don’t have to fight. Your Master is in control, and you don’t have to pretend otherwise. Not when you’re strapped down and spread wide for me to play with. All you have to do is submit. All you can do is submit.”

She couldn’t even nod in response with her head tipped back, her hair wrapped around my fist.

I didn’t require a response. If she didn’t understand now, she would soon enough.

I pressed a kiss to her forehead. Confusion threaded through my mounting high. When I’d trained women in the past, I’d used my mouth to tease and torment, but not to show tenderness.

I shook off my worry and centered my attention on her, my lips lingering against her soft skin. “Time for your punishment, gatita. You’ve more than earned it.”

I held her there for a few

seconds longer before finally straightening to my full height and releasing her hair. Her head dropped forward, and she meekly rested her cheek on the red leather beneath her.

I settled my palm on her lower back, letting the heat of my hand sink into her. “Good girl. I’ll be right back.”

I forced myself to break contact and retrieve what I needed from my wall of toys. I didn’t have to keep touching her. I had to discipline her. I needed her cries of pain and supplication, perhaps even more than she needed her naughty behavior corrected.

What I had in mind for her would achieve both ends.

I selected one of my heavier floggers, with two dozen thin leather falls. The swinging weight would thud deep into her flesh, while the smooth leather would leave a fierce sting on her skin. This wasn’t the time for a soft, lightweight deerskin flogger. She might enjoy that too much.

This was punishment, and I wouldn’t show any leniency.

When I approached her, I noted that her eyes were closed, her breathing regulated. I hadn’t expected the gag to be quite so effective at calming her, but it seemed to have silenced her racing thoughts as well as her crass words.

I simply watched her for a while, waiting for her to start squirming as the tension built. It didn’t take long for her brow to crease with worry.

Satisfied that she was hovering on the edge of fear once again, I touched the falls of the flogger between her shoulder blades, allowing the cool leather to tickle her skin.

Her eyes flew open on a shocked yelp. Her gaze focused on the flogger, and recognition flashed in her eyes as a shiver raced through her body.

“You know what this is?” I asked, fascinated.

I trailed the leather falls down the length of her spine. She whimpered and nodded, with no thought of refusing to respond. I enjoyed watching her slip into submission despite her efforts to deny me. She couldn’t resist her nature. She couldn’t resist me.

“But no one has ever flogged you before.” It wasn’t really a question; I already knew her answer. But I wanted her to admit it. I craved confirmation that I’d be the first to torment her this way.

She shook her head.

My lips curved in a satisfied smile. “Kinky virgin. When I decide to allow you to speak again, you’ll tell me every depraved thought you’ve ever had. I knew we’d get along.”

Her needs suited mine perfectly. She obviously had some interest in domination and submission. And while she probably had a pretty fantasy of BDSM in her head, she didn’t yet understand the pleasure she’d find in a true, complete power exchange. She didn’t get to hide behind safe words, and her distress wouldn’t save her from my dark desires. Nothing would prevent me from bending Samantha to my will. I would master her and turn her into my sweet, compliant slave. She’d live to please me.

The prospect of earning her unconditional devotion stoked my lust, making me ache to claim her.

If I couldn’t claim her tight pussy tonight, I’d take control of her mind instead. I wouldn’t relent until she was completely lost, completely under my power. Samantha might be clever, but my will was stronger than her formidable intellect. She’d shatter under my whip, and I’d put her back together again, shaping her into the pretty plaything I desired.

My thoughts were becoming more sadistic as I fell into the intoxicating headspace I could only achieve through asserting dominance. I’d been deprived of this for so long. It had been years since I’d toyed with a submissive woman. And none who had come before had been as enticing as Samantha. She was mine to keep, to covet. To pleasure and punish. I was greedy for the sound of her pained cries, the sight of her reddened flesh.

I took a step back, so I was positioned behind her. I swung the flogger down in a slow arc, allowing the falls to slap lightly against her ass. They slid over her round cheeks, black tendrils standing out in stark contrast to her porcelain skin.

“This is going to hurt,” I warned. “It’s supposed to hurt. One day, I’ll show you how good it can feel. But not tonight.”