Page 100 of Cartel Viper
“No, Maddy, I need to hear you for this. That’s why I took the gag out.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“We haven’t had a chance to explore that much together. Do you have any hard limits?”
“Nothing specific that I can think of for a punishment. It’s not like you’ve made me go out and cut a switch somewhere so you can cane me. I don’t think you keep that sort of stuff here.”
I raise my eyebrows, and he shakes his head.
“I zip-tied you earlier because it was all I had with me at the time, and I was too furious to speak, but I wanted to be sure you couldn’t go anywhere. I didn’t want you in danger again, and I didn’t want you to see what was left behind while our cleaners got to work. I never set out with a plan to use zip ties on you, ever.”
“I know, Daddy.”
“I don’t bring women here, so it’s not like I have a stash of toys and implements sitting around. And even if I did, being intimate with you is not one of those moments where I want to reduce, reuse, recycle.”
His lips twitch into a smile as I grimace. I definitely don’t want to use anything that’s been in another woman’s vag.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“We can get whatever we want, whether it’s something you know you already enjoy or something you want to explore,chica.”
“Not just things I enjoy. I want to do things you enjoy too.”
“I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t enjoy.” He waggles his brow, and I can’t help but grin.
“I feel the same way.”
“In the meantime, these will just have to do. Snap for me.”
I do, and the sound fills the room. Even if I were moaning, he would still hear me. After putting the gag back in place, he unfolds the sheet. He twists part of it like he did the pillowcase. I expect it to go around my wrists, but it doesn’t. Instead, he creates a harness similar to what I might wear if we had Shibari rope.
It separates and lifts my tits, making them stand at attention. He draws the sheet down the center of my abdomen, then between my legs so that it splits my pussy. Only then does he draw my hands behind my back, using the last of the sheet to bind my wrists. Clearly, this was meant for a king-size bed, and I’m pretty short.
He turns me to face him before he leans forward and bites my right nipple. Once he catches it between his teeth, he tugs. I fight not to sway toward him but to remain in my spot. He pinches the other one, and the sensations shoot straight to my pussy. It hurts like a motherfucker, but not the kind of pain I want to avoid. Not even the type of pain I’d think someone would say qualifies me as a masochist. It’s enough to keep my attention and remind me he’s in control.
He reaches behind him and withdraws something I hadn’t seen from his back pocket. It’s a plastic spatula with slats. I’m certain he has wooden spoons, but I’m not sure if that would be too much of a stereotype or too painful or maybe not even painful enough. I’m certain he chose this implement for a reason.
He guides me to the bed and presses between my shoulder blades. I lean forward, my tender tits pressing into the mattress. He raises my arms, nudging me to bend them. It pulls the sheet taut, making it rub against my clit. It makes me want to writhe since I’m still wet and a little turned on from him fingering me against the front door earlier.
“This will hurt, little one, and it will leave marks, but I won’t bruise you.”
I nod my head because that’s the most I can do. I inhale and brace for impact, but it doesn’t come. I’ve squeezed my eyes shut, but now I open them and strain to see over my shoulder. Javi’s watching me with appreciation.
“Turn your toes in.”
I do as I’m told, and it naturally pushes my ass back. The first swat lands across my left ass cheek, and it makes me go onto my toes.
Holy motherfucker.
Immediately, another one lands across my right cheek. He alternates sides in rapid succession that burn so intensely I fear I’ll hit my limit faster than expected. I didn’t think I would reach a limit at all, but I might. As though he senses it, his hand reaches out and strokes my tender ass. He rubs away some of the pain.
Just as I breathe a little easier, his hand lands across both cheeks, catching me completely unprepared. I scream against the gag and try to shy away from him, but he lands another smack. I’d already stomped my feet several times, but now I want to climb across the bed to get away from him. I force myself to stay put.
I agreed to this punishment. It’s not something he’s doing to me. It’s something we’re doing together. He might be giving, and I might be taking, but it isn’t one-sided.
I twist to see him better, and I can tell he’s hard from the outline of his cock pressing against his pants. However, his expression doesn’t match his dick’s eagerness. There’s an eroticism to this we both enjoy, but knowing it’s the consequence of my bad choices tempers it a bit.
He eases me upright and turns me toward him. He shifts and brings the spatula head perpendicular to my chest. Rather than spanking down on each breast, he smacks each nipple head-on. His free hand is between my shoulder blades again, steadying me. I watch him as he studies me, ensuring he lands each one exactly on target. He tosses his tool on the bed, and I gaze down at my reddened and puffy tits.
