Page 59 of His to Teach
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“Oh, it’s far too late for sorry,” he whispers. Something brushes over my cheek, feather light, but I can’t see what it is. “You’ll be punished for it. Now stand.”
Punished. I stand on shaking legs. I can’t tell if I’m scared or embarrassed or really excited. Nate is still talking and I struggle to focus.
“Tonight, I’d like to introduce you to one of my benches.” He leads me over to the wall where I had noticed the object that looked like a sawhorse. Without a word, he pushes me down so my torso is pressed lengthwise against the leather cushion that makes up the top of the horse. “Spread your legs,” he demands. When I do so, the height of the bench perfectly matches the height of my ass, which is now sticking right out, exposed to him.
“Stay here.” I hear him walk away for a moment before he returns, kneeling down behind me. Cold metal brushes my ankle and I jump slightly. “Relax. These are leather cuffs. I’m going to attach them to this spreader bar.” Something hard is wedged between my ankles. “This will keep you in the position I like.”
He moves to the front of the horse, where my head is resting on the soft leather. “We’ll have to do something about these hands, won’t we?” he murmurs in that same silky voice. He grabs one hand roughly in his own and pulls it down, nearly to the floor, where another leather cuff is attached to the front leg of the horse. He cuffs first one wrist and then the other. “How does that feel? Can my angel move?”
I pull experimentally at my restraints. “No, sir.”
“Good. Then you’re completely at my mercy. Just the way I like you.”
He’s right. From this position, I can do nothing to hide myself, nothing to protect or cover myself. I’m spread and exposed to him, shackled to a bench, waiting for him to do whatever he wishes. Excitement quickly overtakes the nerves I’ve been feeling. God, I’ve wanted this so much. More than I had even known.
“Your safe word is red,” he says, an undercurrent of excitement in his words. My stomach clenches. Any minute now…
Before I have a chance to wonder what’s coming, there’s a soft whistling sound behind me followed by a sting of pain. Definitely worse than his hand had been.
“A paddle,” he says, breathless. “More intense than my hand. Not as severe as a belt or a cane.” He brings the paddle down again, this time with more force, and I cry out at the sting of it.
“We’re starting you off lightly, angel,” he says, striking again. He calls this light? “Next time you disobey me, it will be the cane.”
I feel a prickle of fear at that thought, which only seems to ramp up my excitement.
“You look so gorgeous like this,” he says. “Spread for me, exposed, your skin turning pink. Restrained and helpless.”
I picture it, the way I must look from his position, and it sends a spark of electricity straight to my clit.
“Tell me how this makes you feel, Harper,” he says, voice eager. “You have my permission to speak freely.”
“I like to feel helpless,” I admit, closing my eyes. “I like when you use my body.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, bringing the paddle down on my ass again, hard. I cry out. “And do you like that, angel? Do you like that pain?”
“I do, sir,” I whimper, knowing that it’s true. No matter how hard I might have tried to ignore it my whole life, no matter how much shame it might cause me. I need it. “I like the pain.”
“I like giving it to you.” His breathing is getting much heavier. “I can’t tell you how hot it is to see your ass turned up for me, ready for whatever I feel like giving it. To know that I alone can cause you so much pain, and so much pleasure.”
I feel the bite of the paddle again, harder this time, and cry out. “You’re doing so well,” he murmurs. “Your first time in restraints, your first time with an instrument like this. You’re going to make a wonderful sub for me, aren’t you?”
“I’ll try, sir,” I gasp, feeling the bite of pain yet again high up on my thigh.
“And you’ll never disrespect me again, will you?” he asks, bringing the paddle down harder than ever. I yelp, pulling away as much as I can in my confined position.
“I asked you a question.” His voice is dangerous. “Are you ever going to disrespect me again?”
“No, sir,” I cry, feeling the sting again on my ass. “I promise, sir, I’ll be good.”
Without a word, without any warning, I feel his cock suddenly thrust deep into my pussy. I gasp. I hadn’t even heard him unzip his pants.
“I will use your pussy any time I want,” he grunts behind me. “I don’t need to ask, do I?”
“No, sir,” I gasp, loving his depraved, possessive words, loving the rough push of him deep inside.
“That’s right.” He grasps my hips, shoving himself even deeper. “Because your cunt belongs to me.”
