Page 281 of Bad for Me

She gasped at my weight on the bed and turned in my direction.

“If your hands come off that bar, I’ll use the cuffs. Do you understand, pet?”

She nodded, and I smacked her hard nipple. Her body shifted and her hands moved as if they were going to let go of the bar, but she must have thought twice.

“Yes, sir.”

I ran my tongue around her nipple, then drew it in my mouth. As soon as she arched into me, I released her.

I pulled out a piece of ice and held it to the pulse point at her neck. She jumped but didn’t let go of the bar. Her grip only tightened on it as I ran the ice down her neck, across her collarbone and across her breasts before I circled each nipple.

She bit her bottom lip but couldn’t hide her whimpers.

“Do you like this?”

She pursed her lips together, but she couldn’t hide the fact that she shivered when the ice touched her or that her nipples were taunt peaks.

“Kitten, you know I have no problem punishing you.” I moved the ice lower.

Her lip trembled, and she shook her head.

“I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“Oh, kitten.” I chuckled as I ran the last of the ice across the top of her panties. “There’s always a choice.”

She scoffed, but her knuckles turned white as she tightened her grip on the bar.

“Like for tonight as an example. You can fight this, or you can lean into what your body is craving.”

She turned in the direction of my voice.

Instead of waiting for her to say something that would no doubt lead to more punishment, I cupped one breast and lowered my mouth to the other one, drawing the nipple into my mouth as I circled it with my tongue.

I shifted between nips and suction on her breast as my hand moved south. When I ran my hand between her legs, she clamped them together, but not before I discovered the truth. She was soaked.

Releasing her breast, I moved to the edge of the bed and roughly grabbed her ankle. “I want you on display. Do I need to remind you that you are mine to do with as I please? It was in that contract you signed.”

She sobbed at the reminder that she had indeed consented to this, essentially signing her body and soul over to the Elite.

“I’m waiting,” I said as I wrapped the cuff around her ankle, then moved to the other side and secured her other ankle as well.

Standing, I admired her as she tried to compose herself.

I picked up the riding crop and swung it against the post on the bed. The impact making her jump.

“I don’t know, alright,” she cried.

It was clear she knew she wasn’t going to like the crop.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

She huffed. “What do you want from me?”

I picked up the Wartenberg wheel and rolled it along my hand, testing the feel and intensity.

“I want to find out what you like and what you don’t, kitten.”

She shook her head, as if she didn’t believe me. I slowly moved the wheel up the inside of her leg, only applying the slightest pressure.

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