Page 41 of Crushed
“And what if I destroy those who get in my way?” I said quietly. “Does that make me evil?”
A moment passed by. Finally, she said, “I guess that depends on what destroy means. And who you are protecting.”
An honest answer. Society thinks that in a dominant and submissive relationship, the dominant party wants a creature that always gives in, that always obeys without complaint. What I wanted was more complicated than that. I wanted a submissive, a piece of property that wasn’t afraid to fight back, but ultimately trusted me to take care of them. Whether it was helping her to face her own desires, or shielding her from the outside world, I wanted her to trust me. Completely.
Which is to say that I liked Scarlett’s answer. It was honest, but she understood where I came from. But she wouldn’t budge on her stance about good and evil.
At least she was honest.
“You didn’t entertain him,” I said, gesturing towards the stage. The club member was still there, alone now, though he seemed engaged in the belly dancer’s performance.
Scarlett tilted her head. “He asked me to go to the Terrariums.”
She had chosen to come to me instead, as I had expected. “How do you think total power exchange fits in with entertaining other club members?”
“It doesn’t,” she said. “Not unless you wanted me to. If you explicitly said to entertain others.”
I knew that she sometimes fed me what I wanted to hear. But that didn’t change the fact that she had expressly decidednotto entertain the other club member. Whatever information she was seeking out for her employer must have been worth more than what she was getting from me. Worth more than the money she was losing by being loyal to our power exchange. Worth more than any of that.
I had to keep her close, see how much I could use her own reasons against her.
“Take my drink to the dungeon room in the Terrariums,” I said in a low voice. “Place it on the table in the back.” She stood, and I pressed her lower back with my palm. “Do not make eye contact with anyone.”
I followed at a slow pace behind her, watching as Scarlett kept a tight grip around the glass, as if she was afraid she might drop it. She held her head high. Many of the servers turned to watch, her tall frame catching their attention. But she did exactly as I said. Made her way to the door leading to the Terrariums. Went past the security guard. By the time I met her inside of the room, she had set the glass on the table.
This time, the room had been arranged so that a mirror covered each wall. There was no equipment, only the table in the back with various instruments to create impact. My glass of scotch rested on the coaster beside them, the coaster placed so that she would have to look at all of the instruments before we began.
“Fingers laced behind your head,” I said. It took her a second to figure out what I meant, but she did what she was told, her elbows in line with her ears. “Feet shoulder length apart.” She adjusted. “Arch your back.” In this position, it highlighted the delicate curve of her spine, the supple, firm ass, her breasts. Giving her simple directions to see how precisely or quickly she followed was a head rush; my cock stirred at the foreplay.
“Take off your clothes,” I said. Without me having to remind her, she undressed slowly, teasing with her gestures, glancing up every few seconds to see whether I was watching. I was glued. Once she was finished, she resumed the position. I circled her, admiring my toy. I retrieved a metal ruler from the table and held it in my hands.
“Your thighs are still healing,” I said. Scarlett remained silent, her head held high, her eyes watching me. “But that leaves many, many other places for me to use.”
“Use, sir?”
Whoosh!The smack of the metal ruler on her ass made her knees quake. I ran a hand along her ass, then traced it to her throat. So helpless. So vulnerable.Whoosh!I struck her again on the ass. A whimper escaped her lips, and I sucked in a breath.
I placed the ruler back on the table, then stood behind her. My hands roamed her body, taking in her breasts, squeezing her nipples, tracing her waist down to her hips. Muscular thighs, toned arms. I grabbed the hair at the top of her head, pulling her back against me, making her feel my hard cock on her back. She stayed in the position, still keeping her hands behind her head. Using my grip, I made her face forward, looking at herself in the mirrors. Besides the table, the room was empty. There was nothing to be distracted by. Scarlett had to face her reflection and see her complete nakedness. Her blue and green thighs. The way she panted when I held her like this. I reached around, letting my fingers rest on her swollen clit. I teased my thumb around in a circle, then grazed my fingers along her slit. She was sopping wet.
It was so damn good to finally touch her like this. I clutched her cunt, gathering as much moisture as I could, then I ran it over her mouth, tracing her lips, then tapping her cheek until finally, she opened her lips. I stuck my finger in.
“Clean it,” I said. She closed her eyes and I hastily removed my finger and slapped her face. “Open your eyes.” She did as she was told, and I returned my finger to her mouth and she sucked it off, licking it clean, treating it like the dick of a king. My cock twitched against her. “You know how filthy you are?” I asked. I switched fingers and she greedily licked the next one like a sloppy little slut, and my cock ached to be inside of her.Fuck. “Such a greedy little bitch. Hungry for more. For my fingers. For my cock.” She moaned at the words, and her eyelids lowered, but she kept them open. It was a shame, really. I would have loved the opportunity to slap her again.
I tightened my grip on her hair and brought her forward. “Hands on the mirror,” I said. She spread out, leaning her weight into the mirror. “Stick out your ass.” She arched her lower back, and I squeezed her tender flesh. “Look at yourself. What do you see?”
Her eyes were glued to her reflection. The arousal dried in streams on her face, stayed wet on her red lips.
“A woman turned on with desire,” she said.
“Think harder.”
“A greedy slut?”
That was good, but not quite enough. “More than that.”
“A hungry, greedy slut?”
“Whosehungry, greedy slut, Scarlett? Who made you this way?” She turned to face me and I wrenched her head forward again, forcing her to look herself in the eye. “Who owns you?”
