Black Forever (Obsidian 4)

With no warning, Calloway slapped the belt over my left cheek. The touch wasn’t as bad as the final slaps he gave me earlier in the week, but it was enough to make my nerve endings fire off. I rocked with the momentum and swayed from the ceiling.

I almost forgot to count. “One, Master.”

He struck the belt against his palm, making a loud slapping noise that reverberated against the walls. It was an audible warning of what was coming next. “Good, sweetheart.” He struck again, hitting me a little harder than last time.

“Two, Master.” I bit my bottom lip as I swung forward, enjoying the pain but also afraid of it. The most arousing thing about allowing Calloway to dominate me was how much he enjoyed it. When he came into his element, he was a very erotic man. The muscles of his arms bulged and his core was tight. He was frightening, but utterly delicious.

He hit me three more times until we reached the halfway mark.

I knew it was going to get rougher from here on out. “Five, Master.”

He circled to the front then stood directly in front of me. His lips found my belly, and he slathered the skin with kisses, his tongue gliding along the small abs of my core. He moved down as he took a knee.

I inhaled when I knew what was coming next.

He hooked my legs over his shoulders and kissed me where I was most tender, ravishing the area with scorching kisses. My head tilted back, and I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of his tongue as it circled my throbbing clit.

Like the gentleman he was, he brought me to orgasm within minutes, listening to my screams for more. He sucked my clit harder and even gave it a gentle bite, making my hips buck against his face.

“Master…”

He gave me a few final kisses before he rose to his full height. My arousal was smeared across his lips, a bright shine that made me want to kiss him just to taste myself. “Good girl.” He walked behind me and smacked the belt against his hand. “Ready, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Master.”

He struck me across both cheeks, the bite of the metal digging hard into my skin. It was harder than he’d ever hit me before.

I swung forward and gasped at the pain, not expecting it because I was too focused on the remains of the orgasm that still thudded between my legs. My head dipped forward, and my hair hung down my chest. “Six, Master…”

He struck me again, hardly giving me a chance to recover. He hit me hard, with far more aggression than the way he’d spanked me last week.

Tears pooled in my eyes, immediately bubbling and breaking the surface. It hurt more than any other strike he’d given me. The pain started on the surface of the skin then burned deep into the muscle. The stinging in my eyes increased until the tears escaped. “Seven, Master…” I didn’t want any more. In the beginning, the pain was tolerable and Calloway’s desire was a turn-on, but now it was becoming unbearable.

He slapped his belt against me again, using nearly all of his strength to strike me.

This time, I sobbed out loud, feeling the pain drill right into the bone. “Ahh…” I shut my eyes closed and felt the hot tears pour down my face. I felt the strain of the rope at my wrists and tried to loosen the hold by grabbing on to the rope with my fingers. I actually considered saying the safe word because I couldn’t take any more of this.

“You didn’t count,” Calloway barked. “And you’ll be punished for that.” He smacked me twice in a row, hitting me with the leather of the belt and making me cry out in pain. “We’ll start at five again.”

I could barely make it to ten in the first place. There was no way I could start over. “Calloway.”

He slapped me again. “It’s Master. For that, we’re starting back at one.”

I didn’t want this anymore. Now it wasn’t fun. It was just painful and degrading. Maybe his other subs could handle this kind of torture, but I couldn’t. If that made me weak, so be it. If Calloway couldn’t compromise, then—

Calloway struck me again, harder than ever before.

That’s when I broke. “Green…”

The belt hit the floor, and Calloway dashed for the suspension cables. With a quick movement of his hands, he lowered me to the floor and got the rope free. My wrists came apart, and I could barely hold my weight steady on the ground.

Calloway moved to the other side of the room and kneeled, his head tilted to the ground. He kept his eyes down and didn’t utter a single word. His chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing, the sweat dripping down his back and chest. He looked like a statue, a hero carved out of marble.