Page 11 of Good Girl

“Master, please.” I force the words past stiff lips. If I could pee in front of him then I can call him Master. “Please tell me.”

His gaze rises to mine. I see a hint of compassion, satisfaction… and pleasure. He’s enjoying himself. He reaches under the bed again and I’m certain he intends to show me the next instrument of my destruction. But all he does is pull out a long, dark silk scarf. I hold my breath as he ties it securely around my eyes. He brushes my hair aside, careful not to tangle it in the knot. I’m grateful for the small concession. Perhaps a small part of him still cares for my comfort, despite his torturous methods. And perhaps I’m grasping at straws so I can convince myself he won’t do too much damage.

The darkness is oddly comforting. He has taken away my dominant sense and forced my other senses to compensate. I can smell him near me, the subtly masculine aroma that is uniquely his. I hear him walk away from me, around the bottom of the bed, toward the cabinet. I wonder what he’s doing, but I’m not as freaked out as I probably should be. Cuffed and blindfolded, I have absolutely no control over what he’s going to do next.

I realize this is what I’ve been seeking in my bid to find a Dominant. I need to be able to give up control. And I never really have. Not even when submitting to Vin. I couldn’t let go of my insecurities and fears enough to trust him. I suppose now that he’s kidnapped me he’s proved he can’t be trusted. Still… I know he won’t hurt me. Not really. Not beyond what I can handle.

I’m relaxed on the table by the time he comes back. I can hear his bare feet sweeping the padded floor as he steps up next to me. My legs are straight, not tense, my fingers loose at my sides where they’re chained to the table. My breaths are coming out in shallow even puffs. I know I’m wet, tingling and waiting for him. It’s fucked up, but my tired, beaten brain somehow wants this. Wants Vin to torture my senses in a way I’ve never allowed.

His hand brushes over my hair as he touches my forehead. “Good girl,” he murmurs and my heart leaps. I know those two words should mean nothing. That I should hate them and him. But I don’t. I’m glad that he’s pleased with my submissiveness. I want to give him more.

“You’re going to feel a light tingle. Nothing painful. But Cadence, it’s important that you tell me if this is too much for you.”

I frown. He didn’t stop when the flogging became too much and I begged him to ease up. What’s the difference this time? I don’t have a chance to ask though, as something tickles my neck and traces a slow path between my breasts to my belly. I gasp and jerk. The sensation is barely there, but something about it feels… different. Like I’m being touched, but not.

The feeling skitters up my arm, the one nearest to him, and I jerk in response, the hairs on my arm standing up in response. He chuckles and I nearly laugh out loud too. Whatever he’s doing, it’s barely discernible. Yet, something about it feels like an electric charge. I frown, trying to narrow down exactly what I’m feeling as he drags whatever it is he’s holding across my body. Sweeping over me, leaving waves of goosebumps in his path as I shiver and tingle with each swipe. Then he takes it away. I feel bereft. I want the feeling to come back, to swamp over me.

“You’re going to feel the same thing now, but more intense.”

I bite back a smile of elation as I nod. Then I gasp an electrical charge hits my nipple. Ripples of pleasure spread from my breast out across my chest and dip toward my belly. He does the other side, holding it against the nipple for longer. I squeeze my eyes shut under the blindfold, absorbing the sensation, taking it inside and just enjoying the exhilarating bliss he’s delivering. The pain in my back and buttocks is forgotten in the face of this sweet new torture.

“Violet wand!” I say out loud, pinpointing the instrument he’s using on me.

“Yes,” he agrees.

“I didn’t know it could feel like this.” He’d asked me once if I was interested in trying the violet wand. I’d done some research on the product, discovering exactly how it worked. I couldn’t understand how people derived pleasure from being shocked. But I got it now. It wasn’t an electrical shock, not really. It was tiny tickles of pain that quickly leapt into pleasure.

“You just needed to give up control.” He’s not wrong, but suddenly I’m annoyed. He doesn’t get to decide that. I do. And what he’s doing is wrong.

“I want up,” I demand. “I’m done.”

“Watch what you say to me, slave.” Anger laces his tone. He’s not happy that I’m rejecting his new toy.

“I want up please, Master,” I growl.

“Not until I’m done.”

I snarl my frustration, “Fucking guacamole, asshole. Get me off this table. I’m done!”

I jerk as he taps the wand against my pelvic bone. I’ve always been ticklish there, but the shock he gives me is so much more intense. He presses it against my flesh and traces the vee of my thighs. I moan as sensations flood me. The slight pain of the shock gives way to a river of pleasure, building up between my legs. I squirm on the table as he tortures me. Then he’s rounding the table, climbing on top. I tense, expecting to feel the pleasurable heat of his cock sliding inside me.

Everything in me, except my brain wants this. Wants him to just fuck me. My stomach clenches, my thighs quiver and my mouth waters in anticipation.

“You don’t get to tell me when to stop anymore.” His voice is coming from over top of me, intense and hard. “You wanted a safeword, I gave it to you. I wanted mutual respect. A submissive that would trust me to stop when she’s had enough. A submissive that would know I would stop if she just asked me to. Now you don’t get any options. Not until I know you can make the right choices.”

I want to scream at him, but before I can form a response, his mouth is buried against my pussy. My lips open in surprise and I arch my back as his tongue sweeps through my folds, licking me, taking me up high in the grip of the sweetest of pleasures. I wasn’t expecting this. Not his tongue. I’m left feeling vulnerable and blind as he rears back. I want him back, eating me, but I’m also relieved. Until I feel the wand tapping against my clit. A jolt goes right through me and I nearly explode into orgasm. Except he pulls it quickly away before I can dive over the edge.

“Vin!” I cry out.

Then his tongue is on me again, stroking, sucking. Not enough pressure though. The perfect torture. He taps the wand against my thigh as he licks me. I scream as sensation swamps through me. My throat hurts from all the screaming and crying I did earlier on the spanking bench. But this time I cry and beg for a different reason. He takes me up, up, up… and then he drops me. Easing pressure, pulling the wand away. I start calling him names. Master didn’t work. Begging didn’t work. Now he’s the asshole, motherfucker, hate-filled worm creature that won’t finish me.

I don’t know how long this goes on for. It feels like hours. I’m a quivering, shivering, sweaty mess. I don’t even know which way is up or down anymore. Not once does he let me come. I know he must be uncomfortable too. The violet wand works both ways. He’s touching me with his tongue as he sweeps the wand over my body, shocking both of us. But I don’t care. I don’t care about anything except the orgasm he’s denying me.

Finally he stops. He stands up and moves the wand away from my body. As I gulp in deep breaths, I take stock of myself. My skin is a fiery mass of electrified tingles. There’s a pool of wetness beneath my thighs from where my body gushed from his attention. I moan and press my thighs tightly together. It’s no good though. I still can’t come.

I barely register that Vin is releasing my wrists, one at a time. I don’t move. Don’t know if I can move, or if I’m even allowed. He tugs the blindfold away from my face. The first thing I see is his face hovering over mine. Strong, handsome, a little concerned. Fuck him. If he was concerned he wouldn’t be doing this.

“I hate you.” My voice is a hoarse whisper.

“You love me,” he counters, running his fingers over my cheek. “You’ll be happier when you figure it out.”

I want to yell, to throw his hand away from me. Instead tears fill my eyes and I look away. He’s right. I do love him. I’ve always loved him. I just hated the idea of being vulnerable to another person. Especially one as strong and masculine as Vin. As much as I loved being his submissive, I couldn’t bring myself to get closer. To bridge the barrier of our play relationship into real life. It could end in pain, and I don’t do emotional pain.

“Come on.” He lifts me up, hands under my arms. I straighten my arm and brace myself against his chest as he helps me swing my legs over the side. I’m shaking. I’ll need his support for whatever comes next.

He pulls me off the bed, steadying me against him. I’m relieved when he walks back toward the bed. But then my heart starts pounding hard in my chest as we approach the cage. The door is still open, mocking me, beckoning him to put his new slave away. I grip his T-shirt and turn pained eyes up to him.

“Please, Master. I don’t want to go back in the cage. Can I lay down on top of the bed?”

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