Page 39 of Desire

Chapter 30

“Don’t move.”

I slipped off the bed, trusting Bridget to follow my commands. I reached into the top drawer of the nightstand and removed several silken cords and a Kelly green silk scarf. The color was so vibrant, I had immediately pictured Bridget wearing it when I bought it, although I never fully believed she ever would. I placed it over her eyes, holding her head up as I tied it behind her, taking care not to capture any of her hair.

I then carefully pulled out items from the toy box at the foot of the bed, placing everything I thought I was going to need onto a clean towel I kept in the box with them. I wrapped them up and placed them on the bed next to her. I picked up one of her hands and began loosely threading the cord between her fingers and around her palm before securing the cord to the headboard. I repeated the action with her other hand. Then I also bound her legs so she was spread out before me. Distractedly, I unwrapped the towel to access the items I’d gathered.

I took a moment to drink in the sight of her lying there at my mercy. Her pussy glistened in the early morning light that had just begun to light the room. Her nipples puckered, begging for attention. I hated to see them suffer. I took one in my mouth and began nibbling and gently biting, and I released it with a pop. Before she could miss the wet heat, I placed one of the nipple clamps I’d retrieved from the box on it, causing her to gasp at the sensation. Not wanting the other to feel neglected, I repeated the process.

Once both nipples were loosely clamped, Bridget was panting, and I reached for the next implement. I slapped the leather tip of the crop across my palm; the sound reverberating through the room, caused Bridget to jump.

“I told you once I wanted to watch the tears fall as I took a crop to your ass. I want to see the pink darken to red and feel the heat radiate off it. I want to see you writhe and squirm. It’ll hurt, and yet you’ll take the pain because it pleases me to hurt you. Do you understand, Bridget?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I think I’ll wait a little bit for that though. The anticipation only makes it that much sweeter. But I think we need to warm you up a little.”

Before I even completed my sentence, I flicked the end across her clamped nipple. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but with her nipples already so sensitive, the sensation was magnified. Bridget sucked in air at the first tap. A second flick darted across its twin, this one only slightly harder. I alternated between breasts causing Bridget to moan.

“How does that feel?”

“It stings a little, Sir. But I feel it all the way to my core.”

“What color are we?”

“Green, Sir.”

Although she couldn’t see me, I nodded in approval. “Good girl.”

I switched tactics and moved my swats to her inner thigh, narrowly avoiding her pussy. She flinched at the impact, but it was more from surprise. I kept my strikes light enough to not cause much pain, but rather to warm the skin and bring the blood to the surface. I admired the color of her skin as it pinked. I struck at random, sometimes alternating locations, sometimes not.

“Is your pussy wet yet? Does the thought of me causing you pain make you wet?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“This pleases me.”

Satisfied with the color of her skin, I eyed my target with blatant desire. With a flick of my wrist, I brought the crop down directly on her pussy, still holding back the intensity of my strike.

“Oh my god.” She whimpered and half-heartedly struggled against her restraints. Slap. Slap. Slap. The vibrations of the corded shaft tickled the palm of my hand. Her clit peeked out from its hood as if in anticipation of the next blow. Her pussy lips darkened in color from light pink to light red, and I reveled in the change. Knowing what I would encounter, I plunged two fingers into her sopping wet cunt. I worked my fingers in and out of her, the wetness coating them.

“Whose pussy is this?”

Her whole body bucked in pleasure as I fucked her with my fingers.

“Yours, Sir.” She sounded breathless.

I pulled my glistening fingers out of her and placed them against her lips, coaxing her to taste her own essence.

“Lick. Suck.”

She followed my command, lapping up every drop.

I knelt down and inhaled her scent, luxuriating in the smell that was uniquely Bridget. I leaned back to deliver a slashing blow to her pussy causing a pained cry. Before the echo of her cry faded, I sucked her burning clit into my mouth, laving my tongue around it to soothe the ache I’d just created.

“What color?”

“Still green, Sir.” This time she was slower to answer, and a soft hiccup sounded behind her words.

Without warning, I reached up with both hands and simultaneously removed the clamps from her nipples, causing her to flinch in pain. I began suckling first one nipple then the other, chasing the pain with pleasure. I moved upward and captured her mouth in a bruising kiss. Our tongues moved together in a coordinated dance. I pulled away, causing her to arch toward me to try and maintain contact.

“Hold still,” came my gravelly command, as I reached out to remove the restraints from her wrists, followed by the ones around her ankles. I gently rubbed her wrists, then ankles, making sure the restraints hadn’t harmed her.

Finally, I removed the blindfold, finding it wet with tears. I kissed away the single remaining one that had left a wet trail down her cheek.

“Thank you for accepting this pain for me, Bridget. Your complete submission to this need I have means more to me than I can express in words. Hurting you fulfills something inside me I can’t explain. At first, I was ashamed of my need to cause pain, to connect pain and pleasure. But because of your love, I feel I can be who I am truly meant to be. That I am free to explore that line between pain and pleasure and move the line that blends pain into pleasure.”

She nuzzled my cheek. “I’ll accept the pain you have to give me to please you, Sir. I may not understand it, but as your submissive I’m willing to be what you need me to be. The thought of intense pain scares me, but in some way it also arouses me. I love you, Sir. All of you. Even the part that needs to hurt me.”

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