Page 53 of Wicked Games

Standing to the side of the chair, I let the length of the strap fall over her stomach. I wanted her to see its width, to feel its weight. Again, I was using her own mind against her.

“It’s time, my love.”

Elizabeth shook her head. “No! No! Please, Richard!” Her voice was shrill as she begged.

Reaching over, I stroked her hair. The elegant chignon had already come loose. It now hung in wild disarray on her shoulders with a stray curl sticking to the tears on her cheeks. Using my finger, I pushed the curl away and stroked her warm cheek. “I want you to scream as loud as you want, my love. No one who hears would dare come through that door to rescue you.”

Stepping back with my right foot, I raised the belt high.

Elizabeth began to scream before it even struck her flesh.

The first time the strap caught her across her smooth, flat belly. The next I aimed at her pert nipples. I loved the sound of the leather as it hit her skin. Over and over again. Her nipples darkened and swelled. Small welts caused by the edge of the belt began to appear on the soft curve of her tits. I also knew that with each strike her body would involuntarily tense her anus muscles, adding to her agonizing pain as they squeezed the gingerroot, allowing for more juice to trickle onto her already sore and inflamed inner flesh.

She began to choke on her own cries as they tumbled in a mad rush to escape her mouth. Her body jumped and jolted as if hit with a bolt of electric current with each kiss of the belt.

“Please stop! It hurts! I can’t take it anymore.”

Allowing myself a small bit of pity and unwilling to belt her tits to the point of breaking the skin, I stepped to the space just outside her open legs.

Elizabeth’s tear-filled eyes widened as she realized my intent. “No! No! Please! At least give me some laudanum so I can withstand the pain.”

I could understand why she was begging for laudanum. Its euphoric effect would take the edge off the pain while allowing her body to find the pleasure behind it that much sooner. It was probably why it was so popular in the Victorian era and why I would be happy to add it to her future training but not today. “Laudanum is for good girls.”

Raising my arm, I brought the belt ruthlessly down on her exposed cunt.

Elizabeth screamed so long and hard, I genuinely thought she might pass out and I would have to revive her to continue the punishment.

In later punishments, I would force open her folds so I could be sure to strike that small bundle of nerves into swollen submission but for now, I would be content with pussy whipping her with the belt, knowing with each strike her asshole would be that much more on fire.

After several minutes, I withdrew the gingerroot. Elizabeth sagged in relief. I knew it would continue to burn for at least another half an hour but not as intensely, which was why I was preparing a fresh one.

Allowing her to catch her breath, I picked up the knife and scraped the skin off a second piece. From her rapid breathing permeating the silent room, I could tell the pain was beginning to build. Up to this point she had been reacting to the direct sting of both the belt and the ginger but the waves of prickling heat were taking over as the blood began to rise to the surface. Each place that was touched by the belt would begin to feel swollen and bruised as her own heartbeat would pound in her ears with each pulse of pain.

It would be absolute agony if I were to repeat the punishment all over again… so that was exactly what I did.

But first, I needed to give her a little pleasure. I wasn’t inflicting pain for pain’s sake. I was using it as a tool of submission and pleasure. Leaning over her stomach, I inhaled the spicy scent of her sweat mixed with ginger. Moving downward, I pressed the tip of my tongue between her folds and began to play with her clit, swirling to the left then the right.

“Don’t! Don’t do this to me. Don’t make me come while I feel this pain. It’s wrong! Please!” she begged.

Ignoring her pleas, I used my tongue and fingers to bring her to tortured release against her will. After her breathing started to slow, I knew it was time to insert the second piece of ginger.

Time for more pain, I thought as I picked up my belt.

By the time I removed the second piece, Elizabeth was nonsensical from the torment.

Broken.

I knew it was only temporary. I would have to take her to this level of pain every day for the foreseeable future before she truly broke and submitted. Before I had truly clipped her wings.

From this point forward, she would suffer through daily instructions from me.

Still, looking at her pale skin covered in mottled red marks and the bright sheen of sweat, I felt my own traitorous feelings of love rising to the surface. If I couldn’t comfort her, at least I could experience some of her pain.

Removing my clothes, I stepped between her thighs.

Fisting my cock, I placed the tip at the puckered entrance of her asshole. I hissed through my teeth as the ginger juice touched the sensitive head of my shaft. In fucking her raw, I would inflict even more pain, which soothed my guilt but at the same time, I would also share with her that pleasurable dark sting.

Taking a deep breath, I forced my cock into her tight hole in one thrust to the hilt.

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