Page 594 of Hell Hath No Fury
The doors to the owner’s suites and business offices are pulled shut as well as those for a couple other private rooms and the Fisse Prive—I’d googled the name when I got a tour of The Sanctum online and realized it is the spanking room. The thought makes me shiver as I walk the short hallway down, across from the Fisse Prive to the group room. My name is on the reservation for this slot and I know that must be intentional. I give a passing thought to his identity before the growing urgency in my blood pushes me over the threshold and into the shadowed room.
It takes seconds for me to strip to the practical, but still sexy, black panties. I fold my clothes and place them on an unobtrusive chair in the corner by the door, then I settle on my knees with the blindfold over my eyes.
Seconds, minutes, hours pass with sluggish intensity. Sweat returns to all the valleys and dips along my curves as I wait. I perch on my haunches, knees spread, bare chest thrust out and ready, waiting for his attention.
My heart nearly pounds its way out of my chest when I hear the door open and close. He doesn’t come right to me, and it takes a few moments for me to piece together that he’s doing it on purpose. Wanting to keep me waiting, needy, and on tenterhooks.
Metal snaps together. Footsteps click against the floor. I try to keep my head slanted toward the ground, but each taste of sound is a mystery I want to solve and ears tilt this way and that to try and discern what he has planned.
Finally, I detect his slow, steady steps coming to where I kneel waiting.
My fingers clutch desperately against my thighs, my nails digging into the skin. A hand, steady and sure, cups my chin andhe leans down to press a firm, unflinching kiss on my ready lips. He rubs back and forth, more to tease than satiate.
“Are you ready, girl?” he asks, his fingers caressing my lips, still sensitive from his kiss.
Sensing it’s a rhetorical question, I bite my tongue to keep from begging for him to touch me.
His hand coasts from my lips, up and over my cheek, and dives into my hair. Then tightens, stinging my scalp with a pleasure-pain that shoots straight to the place throbbing and sensitive between my legs. He cups the back of my head and guides me to my feet and slowly across the room. The wood floors are cold and hard underneath my bare feet. He stops me after a bit and his hands position me facing opposite him.
I hear chains rustling and my abs tighten, my imagination running wild, wondering what he’s going to do.
“This room is intended for large group scenes,” he says. “I’ve modified it a little today so everyone can watch what I’m doing to you if they want to. You can’t see it but in front of you is a wall of two way mirrors and on the other side, I imagine there’s quite the growing crowd.”
My thighs clench together.
“You like that?” he asks as he wraps a piece of something—leather, or maybe thick cloth?—around my wrists. He attaches them to the length of chain, and I realize it’s a pulley. He’s going to string me up for everyone to see as he does whatever he likes to me. My ragged breathing is his only answer. Even if he let me speak, I don’t think my mouth could form the words.
The darkness is complete, absolute, all-encompassing—and I relish it nearly as much as I relished the weighted feel of his gaze on my bared flesh.
The pulley inches upwards, stretching my arms to full extension above my head. Not so much that it became painful, or overly so, but just enough to spear awareness through my jointsand birth a pleasurable warmth in my quivering muscles. I knew the spectacle I must make, splayed naked in the middle of a dark room like a feast…or an offering.
I want to be both; I will be both. At least, once more. A taste to satiate the growing desires inside me. A farewell to the parts of me I don’t quite understand. They’ve always been there, just beneath the surface. And he’s determined to discover each and every one of them.
"They're watching you," he says from somewhere close. The parts of the room I had been able to make out before the blindfold were all black. A single black table covered with implements, floggers of all sizes, straps and belts to fasten a body to any of the various setups in the room, and a black bag—the contents of which I can only imagine. And my imagination is vivid. The walls are draped with thick black curtains. It muffles his movements, making it hard for me to discern his location and heightening my awareness. "What a pretty picture you make."
Even though my eyes are covered, I lower them. My pleasure, my pain, is his. I'm his. If others are watching through the two way windows, they're at the back of my mind. His attention is far more exhilarating than a hundred pairs of eyes.
“What do you want me to do to you?”
I take a deep breath. Exhale.Anything. “Everything.”
“Is there anything you’d prefer I didn’t use?”
A shiver courses through me, imagining what he’ll choose. The anticipation is almost as sweet as the action. “No,” I answer once I catch my breath.
“Anything off limits?” His voice is closer now, and I imagine I can feel his breath on my skin.
“I want you to do what makes you happy. I trust you.”
My sense of hearing overcompensates for my loss of sight and I hear the catch in his throat, before he says, “Are you certain that’s wise? This is your first time doing a scene like this.”
“With you, yes. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. That’s the whole point isn’t it? To trust you.” By this point I’m shaking, but not just from the sweet pain from my extended arms. My body calls to him, for his touch, for his cock. I want anything and everything he has to give and more.
“You’ll let me decide what the point is tonight,” he murmurs from behind me, his heated breath coasting over my bare skin like a caress. I test the length of the restraints, arching back, scooting on my toes to try and make contact with the firm expanse of his chest, needing to touch him, almost as much as I need what comes next.
Cool air wraps around me as he retreats. “Did I say you could move?”
My pussy clenches at the steel threading through his voice.Yes. This is it.
