Page 107 of Unbind

‘Such a beautiful sight, your cunt,’ he says. ‘I can see how swollen it is already, sweetheart. Imagine how much it’ll be begging for my cock in a few minutes.’

I let out a throaty little sound that has him throwing something on the bed with a soft thud and then hooking his thumbs under my suspender straps before letting them ping against my skin. It smarts, but I know the paddle will be way worse.

He gropes my cheeks, taking handfuls of my flesh and kneading like I’m his property and he’s checking me out. That feeling intensifies as he runs a proprietary finger down between them, prodding at my entrance before swiping over my clit. It’s the most fleeting touch, but I swear my soul sings at the feel of it.

‘More of that later, if you’re a good girl for me,’ hepromises. ‘Now, let’s start with five on each side, shall we? If you manage those, I’ll reward you. Safe word?’

‘Organza,’ I croak.

‘Very good. Don’t forget to count.’

I lie here in this strange, supported all-fours position, waiting for the first strike. Time is suspended, my heart racing, my entire body braced with the most curious combination of fear and need. There’s silence, then a rush of air and a resounding slap on my right cheek that’s so sudden and oddly, cleanly, painful that I let out an involuntary cry. It feels like an overreaction, but I can’t help it.

‘God, that’s a beautiful sound,’ Adam muses, then: ‘Count.’

‘One,’ I say feebly, clenching my fists in their restraints.

‘Good girl.’

The first strike on the other cheek is equally intrusive and stinging. My eyes prick with instant, violated tears while my legs struggle ineffectually to move.

Adam waits.

‘Two,’ I say belatedly as the stinging sensation morphs into a warm, glowing halo.

He rewards me with the briefest touch of his finger, which slides inside me effortlessly before he pulls it out.

‘Just as I thought,’ he says triumphantly. ‘My sweet, perfect little toy is fucking gagging for this.’

He sounds every bit as smug as he was that first time he got me in a private room at Alchemy. Then, I wanted to slap him and shame myself. Now, I just want him to take pity on my poor pussy and fuck me.

We work through the first ten spanks, five on each side, and I remember to count.

‘You’re doing so well,’ he tells me fondly. ‘Are you feeling okay?’

‘Yes,’ I reply. It’s true. I’m growing more and more lost inside this dark, wonderful prison.

‘Good,’ he says. I hear his footsteps travel away from me, then there’s the squelch of something wet, followed by a buzzing noise. Uh-oh. I know what that is. While I was immensely grateful for my rose vibrator before I met Mr Your-Orgasms-Are-My-Job, I’m undoubtedly the sole female employee of Alchemy who has never fucked herself with eight inches of silicon. I can’t help but brace as Adam’s footsteps—and the buzzing vibrator—come closer.

‘I told you I’d reward you,’ he says. What I’m not expecting is for his hand to squeeze under one side of my torso and tweak the nearest nipple. It’s painfully hard and so extraordinarily good that I whimper.

He withdraws his hand, but a moment later the tip of the vibrator is buzzing hard against my clit, andhooooooly fuck. I practically come on the spot, but then it’s gone.

‘Count,’ he orders, and the paddle hits me again. If anything, the clean, sharp sting it delivers intensifies the throbbing in my clit.

‘One,’ I bleat.

The vibrator is back, tracing a lazy, lubed-up, mesmerising path from my clit to my entrance.

‘Get that arse in the air, high as you can,’ he orders me, and I strain to obey him, arching my back as much as I can in this position to lift my bottom away from the bench. I’m a needy, greedy thing, writhing like this against that buzzing tip, attempting to push against it. If anyone is watching, they’ll see just how much I want to be fucked in any way possible, and the thought of it has hot, intoxicating shame coursing over me.

‘Nice,’ he hisses. Without warning, he pushes the beast in hard, and I let out a strangled gasp at the welcome intrusion,because I’ll take it, I’ll take every inch of it until Adam sees fit to give me the real thing.

He’s still feeding it into me when he hits me with the third spank of this round, and the blow makes me jolt against the vibrator. Holy crap. Holy crap. I willnotlast till ten without coming. I let out a cry because this is all so perfect that I want to die.

‘Count!’ he shouts at me in a deeper, sterner voice than I’ve ever heard him use on me.

‘Three,’ I say. ‘Oh God, three, I?—’

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