I undid her jeans and pulled them down her beautiful legs.
She kicked hard like a horse, throwing her hips into it. The fight was futile, but she didn’t give up. “No. Don’t do this to me.”
“If you’d never tried to escape, this wouldn’t be happening.” I grabbed her thong next and pulled it down. The second I saw her slit, my cock twitched again. I hadn’t seen pussy in weeks, and hers was exceptional.
She kicked again, but once her panties were gone, she finally gave up. “I would have hated myself more if I didn’t try. I deserve better than this, Carter. I deserve to be free. I deserve to say no. Don’t be this guy. You may not care now, but someday, you will. Someday, you’ll remember this and will hate yourself for it.”
I moved on top of her, bringing our faces close together. I looked her in the eye, not feeling an ounce of shame for what I was about to do. “Maybe. But someday isn’t today.” I moved off her, grabbed her hips, and flipped her over.
“Carter!”
I secured her ankles to the chains then grabbed the whip again, my cock sheathed inside the latex condom. “Cry if you want. The louder you are, the more I’ll enjoy it.”
She had enough slack on the chain to hold herself up on her elbows. She was suddenly quiet, suddenly still. Perhaps her silence was a form of protest. But after ten slaps across the back, she would start to whimper. By the time I was done with her, she would be screaming.
I dragged the edge of the whip from her left shoulder down her back, letting the leather graze against her skin. I’d done some kinky things with the women I bedded, but never this. I savored the moment, savored the violence and arousal in my blood. I never knew how much I could enjoy this. The BDSM lifestyle was something I’d never given any thought to. But once she came into my life, I obsessed over it. “Since it’s been a while, we’ll start with twenty.” I tapped her ass before I stepped back and readied the whip.
She was still, her perky ass round like a nectarine. The skin along her ass and legs was perfect and unblemished. She had a sexy curve in her lower back, so deep and prominent, a basketball could fit in the dip perfectly.
I gripped the whip so tightly my knuckles turned white. Her silence was a challenge, and that challenge only turned me on more. I would make her cry before I was through. I’d watch the tears stream down her face as I fucked her.
But then she said something that changed everything. “You know what’s sad? I did want to sleep with you. You’re the first man who’s made my panties wet in…years. After everything I’ve been through, I didn’t think it was possible for me to even think about sex again. But with you, I thought about it. If we’d met under different circumstances, I would have fucked you. I probably would have even done this willingly because it turns you on. But instead, this is how it is…”
My hand slackened on the whip. I stared at her naked body with a little less desire. Instead of wanting her violently, I pictured a different outcome for our relationship. I remembered the way she’d let me touch her, let me get near her. I remembered the way she would look at me when she thought I wasn’t watching. There was chemistry between us. It’d been there since the day we met. I knew she wasn’t lying, some manipulative game to get inside my head.
I held the whip between my fingers, but my resolve was slowly slipping away. I wanted this woman so much that I didn’t care how I had her. I’d justified my behavior by making an arbitrary set of rules for her to break…and then I tricked her into breaking them. Instead of being a real man who seduced a woman, I took advantage of her situation and the power I had over her. Instead of putting in the time to get between her legs, I got lazy and took a shortcut.
She was right. I was an asshole.
I tossed the whip on the ground and unlocked the cuffs around her ankles.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
I walked around the bed and unlocked the cuffs that bound her wrists to the headboard. Once the chains were off, I tossed the key on the floor next to the whip. “You’re right, Mia. It is sad.” I sat on the edge of the bed, the condom still on my softening dick. I kept my back to her and rested my arms on my knees. “You can go.” I stared at the fireplace across the room. The logs were old because it’d been months since I’d lit a fire. I looked at the blank TV on the wall and waited for her to walk out. When she was gone, I would clean up and shower. I was in such a sour mood, I didn’t even want to jerk off.