Chapter 15

Chapter 15

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"Are you ready?" Edward asked as he straightened his white, starched shirt. I had managed to convince him to wear the black skinny jeans that he swore would reduce his sperm count with a pair of jaded, leather Doc Martens. I had even gone so far as to style his hair for him, something that he wasn't too pleased about but indulged me in.

In return, he had picked out my clothes: a white, silk corset with a black, ruffled trim that cinched in my waist so tightly that it almost looked as if it didn't exist. The resulting effect had my tits spilling over the top and my hips and ass looking full and ready to be grabbed.

I wore black, crotchless ruffled panties with a white tulle skirt over them that just covered my ass. I had sheer stockings clipped to my black garters that led to my black, patent heels.

My hair fell in ringlets around my face with a huge black and white bow in it, and I wore a strip of black lace over my eyes as a mask.

When Edward had first introduced me to his old school friend, Charles Hamilton, while we were sightseeing around London, I had been hesitant. It had been obvious to me by his demeanor and the way he held himself that his personality was similar to Edward's, but without Edward's soft edge.

His grey eyes had been so piercing that I hadn't dared to look into them, immediately becoming submissive as my intuition told me that he deserved respect. I was proven right when I discovered that Charles was a very influential Dom in London. He happened to be hosting a private party at his country house, and he had invited us to attend ,insisting that we stay with him.

It was a masked party, creating anonymity among the guests that would be invited, only Charles knowing their identities unless they chose to divulge it themselves.

I was, in truth, nervous since I had never been to this kind of thing. Edward had told me that it was a mix between a munch and a play party. There would be some inexperienced patrons as well as experienced. There would be socializing as well as demonstrations.

Edward had expressed interest in ropes, and Charles had mentioned that an expert rigger was coming tonight.

I let out a long, drawn-out breath as I focused on calming my heart. "I'm ready," I confirmed, making sure that my brain was in the right mindset.

We were in our room on the third floor of Charles' country house, and I stood up from where I had been sitting on the edge of the bed. I could see that seductively evil look in Edward's eyes as he smirked, holding a jewelry box.

He opened it to reveal a white collar with 'Bellezza' written in elegant script on a golden tag hanging from a O ring at the front. Little jewels studded the collar, and I couldn't help but gasp at how beautiful it was.

"I know you aren't my sub, but I can't help to want everyone to know that your mine," Edward murmured, picking it up and placing the box on the bed as I held my hair up for him to collar me. I swallowed as the leather wound around my neck, restricting me in a delicious way.

"Do you remember the rules I gave you?" he asked as he retrieved a few items from his suitcase.

"Always keep two steps behind you unless you give me a direct command not to. Keep my eyes on the floor. Greet everyone as 'Sir' or 'Ma'am' unless they are a sub or I am told differently, but make no attempt to touch them. Do not let anyone touch me without your command. If you sit, I am to kneel by your legs unless you direct me to sit elsewhere. Do not interrupt you if you are busy, but if I am uncomfortable, I should inform you immediately by squeezing the part of your body closest to me. Be respectful at all times and obey my Papi no matter what.”

I looked up at him to see if I had forgotten anything, but Edward just smiled and placed a kiss on my forehead before crouching down before me. I opened my mouth to ask him what he was doing, but he had already ducked underneath my skirt, his hands spreading the lips of my pussy.

I gasped, feeling a sting on my clit as he clipped something to it before he reemerged, pressing on the little device in his hand. I squeaked in surprise as I felt my clit vibrate before letting it drift into a moan as my arousal started building.

He seemed exceptionally proud of himself as he used my distracted state to clip a white leash to my collar.

"Come along, Bellezza," he said, his voice firm as he tugged gently on the leash, switching off the clit butterfly. I was powerless to do anything but trot after him out of the room and down the elaborate hallway. He paused when we reached the top of the stairs on the second floor.

"You may cum as many times as I allow you to. Consider it a treat," he said, winking as he slid a plain black mask over his eyes before leading me down the final staircase to where I could hear people chatting and glasses clinking.

I kept my gaze to the floor, standing in my appropriate place behind Edward as he guided us through the crowd. I didn't need to be looking up to know that people were staring at us, and I felt slightly invigorated by the attention.

I had always loved attention-that was something that hadn't changed-and I felt proud to be led by my Papi. I felt almost naked under the piercing stares of the other guests, but having spent a few years being a call girl meant that it didn't faze me. If anything, I let my hips sway a little more and made sure that my back was completely straight.

The crowds thinned out as Edward led me into another room. I was aware of every little shift of his body, and I choreographed my movements with them, making it easy for me to stop at the precise moment he did.

"I have to hand it to you, Edward, I didn't think that your Beauty could look any more spectacular than she did the last time I saw her, but I was apparently wrong," Charles' smooth, low voice praised.

"Thank you, Charles. I can't begin to tell you how nice it is to finally show her off," Edward responded, moving to sit in an armchair across from Charles, picking up a flute of champagne from the table next to it. I immediately lowered myself to my knees at his feet, my hands folded neatly in my lap.

"She's well trained, too. It's amazing how responsive and eager they can be to serve when they have the right motivation," Charles mused, and I almost purred as Edward's hand moved to rest on my head, running his fingers languidly through my ringlets.

I shivered, biting back a moan as my clit started vibrating again.

"My Bellezza is a quick study. She loves to serve me in any way I see fit," Edward responded proudly, but I was too distracted by the pleasure vibrating through me to really concentrate on how his words affected me.

"The flush of her skin is absolutely exquisite. Are you certain that you won't let me play with her, old chap?”

That got my attention because we had each stated at the beginning of our relationship and in our contract that neither of us would be comfortable sharing, which to some would sound strange since I used to fuck men for a living, but I was turning over a new leaf. I didn't mind being a slut, but I refused to be a whore anymore. I wanted one man, and one man alone.

"Afraid not, Charles. My Bellezza serves me and only me. Plus, neither me or my Bellezza are quite into the kinds of things that I know you love to do to your subs. Humiliation and pain play are a hard limit for us both.”

"Hmmm, well, it was worth a shot. You were always the soft one out of the two of us," Charles teased.

Edward chuckled at that. "I think I was also the smarter one out of the two of us. You were always finding ways to get yourself in trouble.”

"Those were the good old days.”

I let out a quiet whimper as I shifted slightly from my position, trying to focus on Edward, but knowing that I was getting close.

Edward hummed in agreement, twisting his fingers in my hair and using them to tug my head back so that I was looking up.

"Come sit on Papi's lap, Little One," he ordered, and I scrambled up, my legs weak and shaking as I climbed into his lap, sitting sideways on it. He tucked some hair behind my ear closest to him and pulled me tighter against him.

"I can tell you're close," he murmured in my ear, placing a hand on my bare thigh just under the hem of my skirt. My chest heaved up and down, and I had to bite down on my lip to stop the moan from escaping as his hand dipped between my thighs, stroking my slick folds. He gave me no warning as he thrust two fingers deep inside my pussy.

I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my walls reflexively squeezing around them as I arched, my breathing harsh. He ran his nose along the column of my neck before sucking the skin behind my ear that he knew turned me on.

"Look at Charles, my Bellezza. Do you see how he covets you and your warm, tight little pussy," he growled, twisting his fingers as he pumped them in and out of me.

My eyes darted over to Charles as he met my gaze with a lustful one of his own. One hand held his flute of champagne while the other palmed his cock through his pants as he watched the show we were giving him.

I made a low, keening sound of pleasure, and Edward chuckled evilly. "Such a dirty little slut. Cum for your Papi, Little One," he commanded, and that was all it took. My eyes rolled back into my head as I shuddered, my arousal gushing down on Edward's hand as moans left me.

I buried my head in his neck, my lips parted in silent scream as Edward continued to work me over with his hand, prolonging my orgasm until I couldn't tell what was right and what was left.

Edward placed a kiss on my exposed throat as I came down, switching off the butterfly, and I pulled back from his neck slightly, blinking rapidly. I whimpered as his fingers retreated from inside me, and he offered them to me, glistening with my pussy juices.

I opened my mouth like a good little girl and drew them into my mouth, sucking and licking them clean thoroughly, swirling my tongue around them before releasing them with a pop.

The haze of lust dissipated somewhat as I registered someone clapping applause at our little show. I glanced over at Charles who smirked, clearly impressed.

I tucked my face back into Edward's neck, feeling a little embarrassed and overwhelmed but couldn't stop the smile that curved up on my lips. My body felt sated and freed as I curled up in his lap, contented.

"She's a shy little thing, isn't she?" Charles commented.

Edward's chest rumbled with a laugh. "It's the first time I've made her orgasm in public with an audience. I think she's just a little overwhelmed. Aren't you, Little One?" he coaxed, and I pulled my head back and nodded.

He brushed his lips against mine before tugging my bottom lip between his teeth and sucking on it. I pressed myself closer to him, almost mewling in protest as he moved back.

I pouted at him , and he gave me a chaste peck on the lips before turning his attention back to Charles. "She can be a needy little slut, but I can't deny that I love every second of it," Edward admitted.

"What is there not to love? You know, I've never really understood the harshness against the BDSM community. People are forever raving about how we are all a bunch of sadists that get off on beating women. I won't say I'm not a sadist—it's a fact I'm proud of-but I don't get off on beating women. It's what punishments represent and stand for that gets me hard. Turning a woman's ass a nice shade of red thrills me for the simple fact that I'm marking what I deem is mine while I put her back in her place. It's discipline, plain and simple," he explained matter-of-factly.

Edward hummed in agreement, nodding. "I think society is just too afraid to let people tap into their baser instincts. It still baffles me that it was here in England, a country that I would think was more reserved than America, that I learned to be the type of man I am today.”

"We're more old-fashioned than you, Yankees." Charles explained. "A lot of people from upper-crust backgrounds that still believe a woman's place in under a man, rather than beside him. Independence didn't have as much of an impact here for women. They have their rights and their Cambridge or Oxford educations, but most still expect their husbands to dote upon them while they sit back and focus on more feminine pursuits.

"We thoroughbred English men and woman are brought up with that kind of mindset. The only trouble with it is that we also demand a certain standard of behavior. Reputation is everything, and to have it tarnished is worse than watching England lose the World Cup every four years, which, I have to tell you, is bloody tragic.”

I was enthralled by the topic of conversation, eating up every word of what they said. It was interesting to see how things worked over the pond, but much like America, it was reputations that held people back.

"I hate to interrupt, gentlemen, but the demonstrations are about to start," A low, sultry voice murmured, and I looked up to see a dark skinned Latino woman wearing a latex cat suit with six inch, knee high, black patent boots. Her lips were painted a deep red, and you could tell by the way she delicately arched her brow that she was a Dom.

"Edward, Beauty, I would like to introduce you to Makenna. She's a Switch that specializes with both floggers and cat o' nine tails.”

"It's nice to meet you, Makenna," Edward said politely.

"It's nice to meet you, Ma'am," I said meekly, my eyes trained on my lap.

"That's a cute little girl you have there. Will you be joining us for the demonstrations?"

I wouldn't miss it," Edward murmured. "I've been told that an expert rigger is here tonight.”

"Ah! You mean Peter. Well, you're in luck because he's up first.”

Edward nudged me forward, silently telling to get off his lap. I slipped of it easily and waited for him to stand and lead me by my leash towards where a crowd of people was gathered. Edward maneuvered me so that I was standing in front of him as he found a nice corner with a good view.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, watching the man use hemp ropes to tie up his sub and connect her to the suspension system. I was mesmerized by the way he looped the ropes over her shoulders and around her tits, even going so far as to place ropes on either side of her pussy.

She was gagged before he twisted and contorted her body, tying her ankles to her wrists before letting the suspension system do its job, lifting her up above the crowd.

I could tell that she was completely blessed out in this state, her eyes closed and her face serene. She wasn't doing this for us; no, this was purely selfish. The ropes seemed to arouse her, and I stared at her in awe, barely listening as he threw out names of the different knots he'd used, pointing to them with a long stick.

I could feel Edward's erection digging into my back, and I couldn't help but wonder if I would enjoy something like that.

He nuzzled the side of my face. "Would you like me to hang you up like that, Bellezza, leaving you helpless and at my mercy?" he purred.

My breathing stuttered, and I moaned as my clit started vibrating again. "Keep watching her," he demanded, sliding his knee between my legs to part them before letting his hand cupped my wet, swollen pussy.

"So deliciously wet," he growled, licking the shell of my ear. I arched into him, panting, as his fingers stroked me, gathering up my arousal before slipping back and pressing against my back entrance, circling the rim before dipping one inside. I couldn't help but rock back against his hand, pushing his finger deeper into my ass.

"I can feel you vibrating all the way back here in your hot, tight ass. I bet you're dripping down your thighs, your pussy needy and wanting," he purred, his voice low and seductive.

My teeth embedded themselves into my bottom lip, but I made sure to keep my eyes focused on the sub suspended from the ceiling as her Master inserted a vibrator into her pussy before switching it to the highest setting and telling her to hold off on her orgasm until he told her otherwise.

"Keep your eyes on her," he reminded me as my eyelids fluttered closed. He added another finger, using them to piston in and out of me, teasing me as he scissored them. His fingers stretched my hole, almost as if he was preparing me for something.

"Would you like my cock in here tonight?" he asked quietly as I watched Peter's sub writhe and scream out from behind the gag as she came hard. I could feel my own orgasm building, rising up higher and higher as his fingers thrust and twisted inside while my clit vibrated and throbbed.

"Papi," I whispered, my voice needy as I moved back against him. I whimpered as he yanked down the back of my panties, uncovering my ass before bringing his free hand down on it.

"I asked you a question," he hissed before moving his hand to grip my neck, yanking my head back. "And I expect an answer.”

"Yes," I moaned wantonly. "I want it.”

He chuckled evilly, releasing my neck and trailing his hand down to my tits, palming one over my corset. "You're going to have to be a little more specific, my Bellezza. What exactly do you want?”

"You," I breathed out honestly. "I want you in my ass.”

He groaned, rubbing his hard cock against the small of my back. "Yes, my dirty little girl, you want it. You want Papi to fuck that sweet ass of yours until it's raw, don't you?"

I nodded, unable to deny it.

"I know you do, and Papi will give it to you. He'll fill your sweet little ass to the hilt just like you want him to. He'll hold down his dirty little slut...no, he'll tie her down...so that she feels so small and helpless, so delicate, underneath his weight.”

My body started trembling at his words, my orgasm eminent. "Please, Papi," I begged, wanting everything he spoke about.

"I'll make you cry. I'll fuck you so hard, for so long, that pain will mix in with the pleasure, and tears will fall down your cheeks as you sob for mercy. I'll smudge all that makeup on your face as my mouth sucks and licks your sweating, heaving body, bruising it just like my hands will. I'll make you cum over and over again until your body can't take it anymore, and then I'll make you cum once more. I'll make you scream so fucking loud that you'll lose your voice.”

He licked a bead of sweat off my neck as I continued to teeter on the edge of my orgasm before nipping his teeth along the back of it. I was having a sensory overload as my body and mind screamed at him to do every little depraved thing he had just described. I wanted to cry for him. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs for him. I wanted to twist and contort my limbs until I broke completely.

He flicked off the butterfly and slowly removed his fingers from my ass, leaving me with a burning ache in my stomach and wetness gushing down my thighs, but no release.

"I want you nice and worked up when I do all the things I've just told you I would do," he murmured, pulling my panties back up and taking a step away from me.

"I need the bathroom," he announced, tugging on my leash as he started walking back the way we had first come. I followed him dutifully, but uncomfortably, my clit swollen and begging for attention.

He led me into a dark hallway, navigating through it with only the stilted light of the moon to guide him.

"Stay put," he instructed as I sat in the chair outside the bathroom door in the deserted hallway. I nodded and gave him a reassuring smile before he ducked into the bathroom, locking the door behind. I let out a long breath, leaning my head back against the wall, letting my eyes fall closed as I took a minute to make sure that I was properly grounded.

So far, this night had been more than I had expected it to be, and I couldn't-no, wouldn't-deny that I loved every minute of it. It was freeing to be around people that understood the appeal of both dominating and submitting.

They understood that this wasn't just some sort of on-and-off thing; it was a lifestyle. I could hardly bear to think about how unfulfilled my life had been until Edward had awakened desires that I hadn't even known existed.

Don't get me wrong, Edward hadn't been my first client with a 'little girl' fetish, but he was first to accept me for who I was just as I had accepted him. I could see now, that even before I had gone to his apartment that night after my parents died, that there was little spark in his eyes. It softened his rough edges, making his intimidating form seem softer.

It was only after I had lunch with Tanya that I realized that the spark wasn't something that he showed often. It was a sign that at least part of his guard was down.

It may have seemed cliché to say it, but Edward really was like an onion. There were so many hidden layers underneath the shiny brown shell, each one better than the last. He constantly surprised me, forcing me to overcome my hatred for surprises.

He wasn't like all the men I had seen and known-biblically or otherwise. I had grown pretty good at reading people, and Edward was definitely one of the good ones.

Unconventionally good? Yeah, but good all the same.

He was a commanding, dominating man with a big heart who was not afraid to show the people he cared about how much he treasured them. Living with him, being in a relationship with him, was more than I could have ever dreamed of experiencing, but I couldn't deny that a small part of me was still scared.

Scared of admitting that I was slowly sliding down a very slippery slope toward something that I had never let myself truly experience. I was a newbie when it came to expressing feelings-cutting them off for so long did that to you-but I was determined that if I couldn't be as brave as Edward and admit it, then I could show him.

I knew that from the outside it might look like I was indulging Edward in his dark desires, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I wanted what he gave me, as much he wanted what I could give him.

I had noticed the difference in him ever since we had taken our professional relationship and turned it into something more. The darkness of loneliness and fear of rejection that used to shine in his eyes had been like looking into a mirror.

I didn't mind being under Edward instead of beside him, as Charles had put it. It wasn't as if Edward disregarded my opinion or thought any less of me. He just knew that I preferred him to take charge of things. He would seek out my opinion at times, wanting to know my thoughts on certain things, but for the majority of the time, I was just happy to sit back and let him take control.

"Hey, you okay?" My eyes snapped open, and I found Edward standing before me. "This isn't too much for you, is it?”

I shook my head slowly, tucking away my thoughts for later and slipping back into the right mindset, which seemed to get easier every time I did it. "I'm fine, Papi," I said sweetly.

"What took you so long?" I added, knowing that I had been out here for a while.

One corner of his lips twitched up as he helped me to stand. "It's hard to take a piss with an erection," he explained.

My mouth opened in a silent 'o' of understanding. "What did you do then?" I asked.

This time he let both sides of his mouth twitch up. "I took care of it," he said simply.

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The rest of the evening went by so much quicker than I had anticipated. We watched demonstrations on the proper use of floggers by Makenna, and this guy, Randall, demonstrated the sex swing. We were showed and taught about whips, and every kind of vibrator and dildo.

I learned about horseplay, animal play, edge play, pain play, there was even a demonstration on age play. I sucked up the information like a hungry baby at its mother's nipple, gazing in awe at how different we all were, yet so similar.

The sense of freedom was so heady that I swear I was high on it. Some even were naked, freely showing how they set up a "scene.”

I probably would have stayed there all night if I had been allowed to, but my Papi, of course, had other plans for me. It seemed that Charles was without a sub at the moment and had taken up Makenna's offer to go do a scene at her place, leaving his playroom at Edward's disposal.

That was why I was confused and a little put out when Edward sent me back up to the room with strict instructions to shower and to change into something more comfortable.

I was sexually frustrated and horny beyond belief since Edward decided that instead of allowing to cum as many times as I wished, he would make it his job to keep me on the edge of an orgasm all night, teasing and pushing me to my limit. Even under the hot spray of the shower, my head thrown back as I let the rivulets of water cascade down my face and body, I couldn't bring myself to get off.

The power he had over me bound my mind in its restraints, chastising me for even thinking of touching myself. Even as the loofah moved over my erect nipples, I knew I could never follow through. My mood deteriorated as I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body and padding back into the bedroom.

I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, trying to ignore the laughter and chatter that slipped under the door. Knowing that Edward was down there, enjoying himself while I was sent to bed, had me huffing with indignation.

I paused when I saw a pile of clothes with a note attached to them on the ottoman at the end of the bed. Curiosity got the better of me, and I padded over to it, picking up the note.

"Meet me on the second floor once you're dressed," I read aloud, my bad mood vanishing as I practically squealed in delight. How I had ever doubted my Papi was beyond me, but I was definitely going to make it up to him. I slipped on the lilac lace bra and thong set, excitement flooding me. He had laid out a black, flannel shirt that I had taken from his closet back home-how he knew that I had taken it was a mystery-and a pair of black sweat shorts. He had even laid out slipper boots.

I practically ran down the stairs to the second floor, skidding to a halt when I saw him leaning against the wall there, dressed in only the "sperm-reducing" pants. They fit him like a glove, the black material hugging his lower half. He smirked at me as my tongue darted out, taking in the contours of his bare chest before bringing my eyes to meet his.

"Surprised?" he asked, amused, and I nodded dumbly, my mind not quite catching up with the conversation.

"Good. Follow me." With that, he turned and started to walk down the hall. I hurried after him as he weaved through the halls until he reached a red door. He pulled a key out and inserted it into the lock. My heart hammered in my chest as he twisted the key, causing the door to open with a pop.

He ushered me in, flicking on the light as he closed the door behind us, locking it.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed in a whisper as I took in all the toys and contraptions in the room. It was either someone's biggest dream or someone's worst nightmare!

Edward moved fluidly around the room, lighting candles on every available surface before switching the light off. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows as I continued looking around in awe.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" he murmured right next to my ear, making me jump. He chuckled, enjoying my reaction before moving away from me.

"I think we should talk before we start since this we've never done something like this before," he said, leaning against the whipping bench.

I swallowed tightly, my tongue darting out to wet my suddenly dry lips. "Um...yeah, sure," I mumbled.

He nodded. "Okay, first off I want you to choose a safe word. Just a random word that you can use if you feel that I've taken things too far. If you feel inclined to use it, you will not be punished for it. We'll stop, and we'll talk about what made you uncomfortable. I'll need you to be one hundred percent honest with me. Don't try to spare my feelings," he told me firmly.

I nodded in understanding, my hands fidgeting by my sides as I chewed on my bottom lip. "I'll have 'chicken' as my safe word," I said decisively. I knew the word I had chosen was very random, but it was one I knew that I would be sure to remember.

"Good," he murmured, "I want you to strip down to your underwear and kneel on the whipping bench," he ordered, drifting off toward one of the walls.

I scrambled to get out of my clothes, folding them and placing them on a chair before hurrying to kneel in place. I ducked my head down, tucking it against my chest, clasping my hands in my lap. His footsteps seemed to ring out as he made his way back over to me

He made no sound as he moved to stand behind me, his hands carefully pulling my ponytail loose and gathering up my hair, twisting it around on top of my head before clipping a barrette into it to hold it up.

I felt cooler without it in my face, and my skin immediately reacted to it, goose bumps rising up on my skin as a small shiver slid down my spine. I could feel his shadow towering over my body, blanketing me in darkness, and I had to force myself to keep my eyes glued to my lap so as not to lift my face up just to get a glance of him.

I shivered as he trailed a lone finger down my back; from my hairline to my tailbone before sliding it back up the path it had just taken. He stopped when his finger connected with my bra strap, slipping his finger underneath it and pulling it away from my body before letting it snap back against my skin.

"You've been such a good little girl tonight," Edward mused, his voice coiling and slithering over my body as he slowly tugged both sides of my bra closer together as he undid the clasp. "And I think your behavior deserves a reward.”

I perked up at that, wondering what he would give me. His lips caressed my shoulder, using them to move my straps down until it fell before, repeating the process on the other side.

My head lolled back as I relaxed completely into him.

I had to hold back a gasp as he reached around my waist, gripping my plump tits harshly in his hands, squeezing them between his hands to the point of pain. His actions were such a contrast to how he had been just seconds ago, but it didn't stop my thong from filling with wetness.

"I'm afraid, though, that I can't be gentle tonight…but I'm sure you don't mind.”

He tweaked my nipples hard, tugging them away from my chest before releasing them, making my tits bounce and sway. I didn't even try to hold back the moan that bubbled up in my throat, the pain feeling so deliciously erotic as it expanded before retracting. It was so fleeting, and I found myself wanting more.

He brushed his nose along my neck, inhaling deeply as his hands hunted down my back, his nails scraping against my skin.

"Have I ever told you just how much I love your skin?" he murmured as heat flushed through my body from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. "It's so soft like satin and warm. I love the way the sun seems to kiss your skin, turning your creamy skin into such a beautiful golden brown.”

His hands dipped into my thong, not stopping until he held two handfuls of my perky, ample ass. He kneaded it roughly in his hands. "Do you know the best thing about your skin? It's the fact that it bruises so easily; I can see my marks on you constantly even when you try to hide them. I know that they're there," he whispered darkly.

He let one of his hands drift between my legs, stroking through my folds to find my wet, swollen flesh. I had taken the clit butterfly off before I showered, forgetting to put it back on after it.

"Where's your butterfly?" he asked, and I tensed slightly, knowing by just his tone that he wasn't happy about this development.

"Upstairs," I said hesitantly.

He tutted, removing both his hands from my panties. "I don't remember giving you permission to do that," he said calmly, a dark edge hidden beneath it.

I stayed silent, knowing that there was nothing that I could say that would change things. Seeing that I wasn't going to say anything, he sighed.

"I had so hoped that we could have fun, but it seems that you've forced my hand and need a punishment to remind you to not just do as you please. If you weren't sure, you should have asked me, but you didn't, so I have no choice but to punish you.”

"Bend forward," he ordered, pulling down my thong until they stopped at my bent knees, exposing my pussy to the cool air. I did as I was told, pressing my upper half against the whipping bench. He moved around to the other side of the bench.

"Give me your wrists," he demanded. I stretched my arms above my head, giving them to him. He took one in his hands, pulling it to the right before clasping a metal cuff connected to the bench around it, keeping it immobile before doing the same to the other.

He walked to the wall, taking down a cane and a flogger before making his way back to me.

I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead as I breathed heavily. My arousal coated my thighs, and I strained to keep to my position, forcing my thighs to stay apart so that I wouldn't be tempted to rub them together.

My skin was flushed, and I could feel the heat that curled and churned in my stomach spread throughout my body, making me perspire.

"Now, tell me, my Bellezza," he said calmly once he was positioned behind me again. "Which do you prefer, the cane." He brought it down on my ass with a crack. Pain radiated through my ass, and I had to bite down on my lip to muffle the cry that tried to escape. "Or the flogger?”

The pain that hit me from the flogger was different from that of the cane. While the cane had brought pain to one specific part of my ass, the flogger caused the whole left side of ass to flare up in pain.

I weighed my options, going over the pros and cons of both of them.

"Come on, Bellezza, I haven't got all day," he said impatiently, moving his hand to caress my drenched pussy.

"The flogger," I groaned out as he flicked his thumb over my clit. "Please, Papi, use the flogger.”

He hummed in consideration, dragging the thick leather strands of the flogger over my ass as he thought it over. "As this is the first time using this particular instrument, I'll only give you five swats, but if I feel you can take more, I'll up it to ten," he informed me.

I gritted my teeth and hissed as he brought it down on my already sore skin.

I couldn't stop the moan left me on the next swat when the tips of the flogger hit the lips of my sensitive pussy.

"You liked that, didn't you?" he growled lowly, bringing it back down on me. My hips flexed, my body accepting the pain easily with the tiny flares of pleasure that accompanied the flogger hitting my pussy lips.

"Yes, Papi," I breathed out. "Your little girl loves it when you punish and correct her mistakes.”

"I should hope so," he murmured. "I'm doing this for your benefit, not mine. I'm shaping you, Little One, teaching you to be a good little girl.”

I cried out when the flogger connected with my skin once again, no longer trying to keep quiet. I let my head fall forward, clenching my eyes shut as my forehead hit the table.

My body quivered and trembled as I choked another groan of pain as he delivered the fifth blow. I knew my ass would be bruised and unable to hold my weight for a while. Blood pulsed through it, thumping and thrumming against my skin as heat emanated from it.

Small whimpers escaped me as I tried to control my body. Everything seemed so much more intense with the looming darkness that hid where the flickering light could not reach. I could feel all the hairs on my arms standing on end, each trickle of sweat sliding down my back, the stray hairs on my head sticking to my neck.

My breathing sounded loud in my ears, almost eclipsing the sound of my blood throbbing in my veins.

I tried to rein in my reactions, bringing myself back into the place I needed to be, and as I felt my Papi's hand brush my hair out of my face, I found it.

"Are you okay, my Bellezza?" he asked, and my already galloping heart skipped a beat at the concern in his voice. It surprised me that getting five swats hadn't been enough to induce tears, but knowing that he cared and worried about me was enough for tears to pool in my eyes.

"Yes," I choked out. "I'm good, Papi.”

He placed a kiss on the side of my head. "You took your punishment well, Bellezza. Do you think you could take five more?" he asked. I warred internally with myself a moment, part of me wanting more of the pain, while the other was more focused on the fact that I was still on the cusp of orgasming.

"Yes, Papi. If it would please you, your little girl could take more," I said, leaving the decision in his hands.

I rolled my bottom lip in between my teeth before nibbling on it gently to curb my need to fidget. I suddenly couldn't keep still, the ache pushing down on my pelvis, begging to be relieved.

He must have felt that I had taken enough because he glided his hands over my sweaty back soothingly. "I think you've had enough for tonight," he mused as he shifted away from me.

I watched him curiously, as he picked up a candle before walking back over to me. "Do you trust me?" he asked, standing where I couldn't see him, somewhere to the left of me.

"Yes," I breathed. He rubbed warm oil into my back, preparing me.

The only way to aptly describe the sensation of getting hot wax poured over my body was to say that it seemed to seep right through my skin, the heat stinging and smoldering.

I screamed, arching as the pain sank into my bones before shooting down my spine. My body trembled as the pain softened along with the heat, sparks of pleasure soothing away the worst of the pain.

He poured more of it on me, but this time I was ready for it. I could feel it trickling down my back as I keened loudly, but I reveled in the scorching heat that even after it faded seemed to ghost over my back. The fragrance of it soothed me, coaxing my mind into the right place.

The more he poured it on my back, the easier the pain was to handle, and I leaned into it.

He scraped some of the wax off me, achingly slow, allowing me to feel the tug if it against my skin as it peeled off. Once he was done, he ran the tips of his fingers over my back.

"This is going to be cold," he warned, pulling his hand away before pressing something freezing against my back, tracing the pattern the wax had just taken. I hissed, my teeth clamping together at the drastic change in temperature.

Instead of stopping where the path of wax had finished, he continued, slipping down the crack of my ass. I was powerless to stop him as he dragged the ice over my puckered hole, leaving a wet trail behind.

By the time it reached my pussy it was completely melted. He drew away from me, no doubt getting another piece before placing it right on my throbbing, swollen clit.

I screamed in surprise as the ice burned my sensitive flesh. He dragged it through my labia, circled it around my entrance before slowly pushing it inside me. I thrashed against my restraints, hating and loving the pain at the same time.

It soothed, ached and burned all at the same time, and my walls squeezed it further inside me as it slowly melted, the water trickling out of my pussy.

"Please, Papi, I need you," I begged, my voice urgent with need.

My breath hitched as his hands left my body, and the quiet whoosh of air that accompanied his pants pooling to the floor made me swallow tightly. My pussy clenched in anticipation as I heard him move around, discarding his clothes.

He pushed my legs further apart as he moved in behind me, kneeling on the bench with his knees on either side of me. "I believe I have a promise to uphold," he purred. I heard a cap open and a second later, he spread the cheeks of my ass before pressing his fingers into my ass, making sure that I was ready to take him.

I loved that even when he was rough, he was careful of my safety at every turn.

I sucked in a sharp breath as I felt the head of his engorged cock press down on the puckered hole of my ass before he shifted forward, driving into me with one smooth thrust.

"So tight," he groaned. "I don't think I'll ever get over just how tight your sweet little ass is, my Bellezza. I fucking love how it squeezes my cock," he grunted, pulling his hips back before propelling his hips forward.

He slammed his hips flush to my ass, and my toes curled as my pelvis crashed into the edge of the bench, making my ass rise up higher.

"Oh God," I moaned loudly, loving the way he was-and had always been-the only man who could fill me up just right.

His fingers flexed as they gripped my hips, readying themselves for his next move as I lay, helpless and bound under him.

I couldn't move away if I wanted, but we both knew that I would never want to.

He huffed out a long, drawn out breath before he let every ounce of his control slip loose and started pounding into me.

I loved it when he was gentle with me, taking his time to make love to me; but when he let loose, letting decency and decorum fall to the wayside, there were no words that could describe how it made me feel.

He had free rein over my body, and he did not waste a second of it. His mouth bit into the skin behind my shoulder as his hand clawed at my neck, wrapping around it and squeezing it just how he knew I liked it.

His thumb and forefinger pressed along my carotid arteries as he placed just the right amount of pressure onto the sides of my neck, not quite cutting off my breathing completely, but enough so that the edges of my vision blurred.

He had been testing how lack of breath affected me during sex, and all the results had been positive. If anything, it made me come harder when my lungs burned for air.

I knew that by the following morning, I would be bruised and sore, my body completely marked by him, but that fact only caused me to get wetter. He owned my body, plain and simple, and I wasn't about to protest that. Before him, I had never even given thought to entering this kind of relationship, but as soon as I realized that I needed what he gave me, it was like it all fell into place.

I could hardly believe that I had survived without his domineering hand to guide me, to hold me, to spank me.

Anal sex was something that I doubted I could ever get used to. Don't get me wrong, I loved it, but the feeling of fullness that spread up into my stomach like a bubble was hard to grasp, especially with my pussy grasping for something to fill it at the same time.

Even with the quick, hard pace he was maintaining, I could feel how measured and careful each one was. There was no way he would even contemplate hurting me like that. Each thrust forced my hips forward, rubbing my clit against the wood of the bench so it was almost as if I was fucking the table while he fucked my ass.

"Look at you," he growled, his voice rough as he started leaning forward, forcing me to take his weight as his chest pressed into the curve of my delicate spine. "So wanton as your needy little pussy fucks the table. Can you feel how deep I am in you? Can you feel me moving, crawling inside you…consuming you inside out, how owned your body is by me, my Bellezza?”

"Yes!" I screamed out, my voice hoarse and frail from lack of oxygen. My orgasm blindsided me, hitting me with the force of a 6x6. He released my neck, allowing me to scream myself hoarse as I shot up before spiraling back down.

I could hear him grunting and snarling like an animal as he slammed a hand down by my head and used the other one to help me keep thrusting back into him.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I choked out sobs between my screams as my body, which had been wound tightly, released. My pleasure became my pain as a second orgasm slammed into me, eclipsing the first. I felt myself squirt from the intensity, my pussy squeezing and clutching at nothing.

He jammed two fingers into my pussy, almost as if he could read my thoughts, curling and twisting them so that they hit my G-spot every time. His thrusts became erratic, my ass clenching down tightly around him as I lost myself in the waves of my release, drowning in them until everything went black.

I wasn't sure how long I was out for before I slowly slid back into consciousness, Edward's low, urgent voice coaxing me back.

"Bellezza, if you can hear me, I need you to open your eyes," he instructed, and I groaned quietly, shifting slightly. I heard him let out a breath of relief before he slowly cradled my spent body in his arms.

"Are you all right, Bellezza?" he asked as I slowly eased my eyes open. There seemed to not be one drop of energy left in my body.

"I'm fine," I rasped, my voice hoarse and my body completely numb.

"Can you move?" he asked, brushing stray hairs out of my face.

I hesitated, trying fruitlessly to get my thoughts together. My body twitched slightly, and I let out a sigh. "Yes, but I don't think I can stand," I admitted. He scooped me up in his arms carefully, and I tucked my head against his chest as he brought us back to our room.

He laid me on the bed and placed a lingering kiss on my forehead. "I need you to stay awake for a few minutes. Okay?" he said softly. I nodded weakly, watching him disappear into the bathroom before coming back with some lotion. I rolled onto my stomach, giving him the room he needed to tend to me. He straddled my thighs, leaning over my body as his palms sunk into my shoulders, massaging and kneading the muscles until they loosened.

"Was tonight too much for you?" he asked, sounding worried.

"No," I whispered, wondering how to tell him how much I had needed everything he had given me. "I needed...I wanted you to hurt me, to stop my breathing, to make me suffer.”

He hummed in agreement, not judging me for my admission. "Was there a point at any time where you had the urge to safe word?”

I thought over his question for a second before shaking my head because there had been too wrapped up in all the different sensations to even start to think about my safe word. 


"No. Never.”

He seemed pleased with my answers as he scraped off all the remaining wax before going back to massaging my body. "Was there anything specific that you would like to try again?" he questioned further.

I tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but his hands on my body felt so great, and I was so tired. I yawned loudly. "Hmmm, I like the wax-and-ice thing you did," I mumbled as his hands glided down my arms, smoothing over my wrists where the cuffs had been. I sighed in contentment as he finished, rolling me over onto my back, his body still hovering over mine.

He lowered his face to mine, kissing me gently, his lips light, yet full of emotion. "You sure you're okay?" he asked, searching my heavy lidded eyes for some sign of a lie.

I nodded. "Uh huh, but I would be better if you held me all night," I whispered, suddenly nervous. I had never outright asked him to doing something like that. I usually just curled up against him, and he got the hint. He pulled back slightly, smiling down at me as he slid his hands down his abdomen. He peeled his pants off before moving us under the sheets. He pulled me flush against his body, spooning me as his hand snaked around my stomach.

He placed a kiss just above my ear. "You never have to ask," he whispered.