Wretched Love

I shivered in delight as he did the same with my bra, his fingers brushing against my skin.

My nipples pebbled as he exposed them.

But he didn’t look there. His gaze had not left my face.

“You’re gonna bend over the bed,” he told me, unbuttoning my jeans.

My heart thundered as I did what he said.

In what felt like seconds, my jeans were rolled down to my ankles, and I stepped out of them. Swiss gently kicked at my legs, widening my stance.

I sucked in a breath as his hand caressed me there, for just a moment, then it was gone.

My breathing was rapid and shallow as Swiss walked around the room, the rattle of a drawer opening causing my stomach to clench in anticipation.

Something cold and foreign ran over my ass as I fisted the sheets.

“I’m not gonna ease you into this, Countess,” Swiss informed me, his voice ice. “You’re gonna take what I give. You’re gonna hurt. And you’re gonna fucking love it.”

Then, that cold and foreign thing made contact with my ass.

I let out a hiss. It did hurt. The sting radiated through my skin. And I didn’t have time to breathe through it because another blow landed in the exact same spot. My teeth sank into my lips, and I tasted blood.

Swiss’s hand rubbed the skin that was burning, that I knew was an angry red. Then he slipped his finger forward, to where I needed him most.

“Soaking fuckin’ wet,” he rasped, coating his fingers with me.

My body coiled up from that touch, already ready to explode.

He was right… I did love the pain.

There was no chance to explore how screwed up that was because his fingers were no longer there, and the cane came down again.

Instantly, I was wetter, more tense, every nerve ending on fire.

Swiss was merciless. He did not give me respite. He was not going easy on me. But I knew that if I made a sound, if I whined, if I gave any inclination that I wasn’t liking this, he would stop. The intensity that he looked at me with told me he was cataloguing every inch of me, paying attention, noting things.

But I didn’t move my palms from the bed. Didn’t say a word. Not even as my skin burned, and I wondered whether I could take any more.

Not just because of the pain, but because I was right on the edge of climax. Without him touching me. With him hurting me.

Just as I was tensing for the next blow, nothing came.

Something fell to the floor. Swiss’s belt clinked. Foil crinkled.

There were hands at my hips, and then he surged into me.

I came immediately.

“Yeah,” he grunted as I exploded around him. “You were fuckin’ made for me, Countess. And I’m far from fuckin’ done with you.”

Then he spent a long time proving that.