Buy My Soul (Sixty Days 2)

I carried on speaking before she could find any words. “You are a wonderful little creature, Miss Emmerson. You were quite a find under the pier that evening.”

Her cheeks were burning pink. Her mouth was nervous as she sucked her bottom lip tight between her teeth.

She’d have said something equally extravagant to match if I’d have allowed her the time, and I knew it. I didn’t give her the chance, just pulled on my finest evening jacket and gestured her to the bedroom door.

She took a deep breath before we stepped out onto the landing. “So many nerves,” she said. “I wonder if I’ll still be having them further down the line.”

I didn’t comment.

The landing felt quite a walkway with such a woman in white at my side. The door into the webcam den creaked on its hinges. I held it wide enough that she stepped on in and surveyed the setup.

Tonight I’d pulled the bed into the central space with shackles ready and waiting from all four bedposts. The sheets were black satin at odds with her white. The binds were thick black leather to complete the contrast.

I was going to enjoy myself here, cameras be fucked.

“On the bed,” I told her, and she nodded before climbing up. She put herself in the position I’d taught her on night one, kneeling just right with her thighs spread nice and wide. Her hands linked behind her neck and her eyes focused down low, head bowed.

I’d given her no underwear. No barriers to my touch beneath the lace. No barriers to anything I had planned for her.

The pain. The wails. The pleasure.

The girl gone mad.

I wasted no time in getting the cameras fired up for action, giving the viewers ample sight of her in her submissive stance before I appeared in shot. Tonight I didn’t bother addressing any of them. My attention was all on Paige and her shuddering body as she waited for my closeness.

Her shoulders goose pimpled as I made my presence palpable at her side. The bumps trailed over her arms and my fingers followed, gliding across her limbs softly until I came to grip her wrists tight.

She moved to my instruction, falling forward easily enough as I buckled her in tight to the shackles on her wrists and ankles. I forced her thighs spread wide, the stretch of the white lace delicious as it covered her perfect little ass.

“Pleasure and pain will be a heady mixture for you this evening,” I told her. “I’ll be sure to give you both in equal measure if you’re a good little girl.”

“I’ll be a good girl for you, master,” she said, and her voice was throaty. “I promise I’ll be good for you. Always.”

She jolted forward as I landed a hearty slap on her bruised ass cheek through the satin. “That’s a generous promise,” I said. “A generous promise for someone whose body might well run away with them on the betrayal score.”

“Never,” she said. “I’ll take what I’m given, sir.”

If only she knew that I was about to take everything I wanted from her flesh. Enough to last a lifetime in memories. My cock was already so hard for her.

I chose a thick leather strap for the first bout of punishment, trailing the edge down her naked spine. She shivered so nicely at its touch. “Count,” I told her, and she nodded.

“Yes, master.”

The gentle slap of leather against her shoulder blades and the gasp from her was enough to make my pulse race.

“One, sir.”

Two, three and four landed quickly. Quickly enough that her voice was a tremor as she counted the strokes.

I hitched the slip up around her hips, fully appreciating the hungry pussy clenching between her well-marked thighs. I ran my fingers across those puffy lips, and she moaned and moved for more, hitching to take me inside her.

I didn’t give her what she craved, landing a few slaps on her inner thighs, this time hard enough that she bucked and whimpered.

She was wet. Her thighs were already clammy with need. Her whole body was tense as I rained heavy slaps all over her sweet ass. She swayed back and forth as I landed a particularly savage smack on an ass bruise, her breaths frantic as she struggled for composure. But I didn’t want composure.

“Take it like a good girl,” I grunted and kept the brutality flowing.

Her whimpers were music against the beat of the blows. Her back arched as her ass tightened against the pain.

And then I gave her the fingers she’d been straining for. Three pushed in to the hilt, circling wide, stretching and delving deep, my cock throbbing hard in my pants, desperate to take their place.

The sounds from that slick little cunt were enough to make my mouth water. I leant down far enough to sink my teeth into her ass cheek and I sucked hard.