SIR (by Aria Steele) novel Chapter 9

Between the sting of the rope on my skin and the impact of the Nine Tails hitting my exposed ass, I feel the wetness pooling at my core in seconds.

“Scale, Doll.” He repeats through clenched teeth.

“5.” I say quietly. He doesn’t respond. He does hit me again, and this one makes my back arch.

“7.”

“What’s your limit?”

“10.” I breathe. He hits me again and I moan that time. “8.”

He doesn’t whip me again. Instead, he steps around me, allowing the strands of the Nine Tails to caress my skin as he moves up my body. He slides his hand to my jaw, pulling my face up to look at him as he crouches in front of me.

“Next time, I want you without the wig.” He says bluntly, and I blink at him. “It's hard to grab your hair when it’s not real, Doll.” He winks, and I feel the spike of desire shoot down to my core. “Until then…”

He moves his hand to my throat instead, urging me to sit up on my knees in front of him as he stands back up straight. Taking his hand off my neck, throwing the Nine Tails to the side, he’s about to grab the other thing he’d spotted in the drawer, when his eyes catch sight of the metal ring on the ceiling.

Then he gets another idea.

I follow his gaze, and I shudder, hoping he will use it. Suspension bondage is a big thing for me. I straighten my back, hoping the roll of my hips will dampen down the wetness in my core, but it doesn’t work.

Thankfully, he’s on my wavelength.

He unties the rope from the skirting board ring, and pulls me up to stand. I breathe heavily as I stand in front of him. He smiles, as his eyes see the arousal in mine, knowing he doesn’t need to check my consent, then he reaches up to tie the rope to the ring on the ceiling. He tugs it, watching me rise half on my tiptoes, then secures it, and walks around me, looking me up and down as he moves to the drawer and grabs the wand.

Then he picks up the Nine Tails again.

I try to stand still, shifting my weight on the balls of my feet as my heels struggle to touch the floor. The anticipation is killing me. My heart is beating so fast that I feel like it’s going to explode out of my chest.

This is the part of submission that I miss.

Putting both toys into one hand, he uses the other to slowly drag my underwear down. I feel like my legs are shaking as I step out of them.

“Safeword?” He says simply, trying to distract himself from his cock hardening instantly at the sight of my core already dripping for him.

“P-pineapple.” I breathe. He doesn’t respond.

He does snap the Nine Tails against me again though, keeping the impact at a 7. I screw my eyes shut, my hands going to fists, as my body swings lightly from the impact. I ready myself for the next hit, but instead, he presses the vibrating wand to my clit.

“Fuck!” I moan my head rolling back as he holds it in place for a few seconds, then takes it away.

He repeats the two actions, with only small pauses in between. Pauses that are only long enough for him to watch my reactions. After a while, I feel myself close to the edge, and I try to tell him, my voice exhausted from the moans and whimpers.

“I-I’m go.. to…Mr. Re…” I whine unsuccessfully as he removes the wand from me yet again. I take in a deep breath as my head slumps forward.

He appears in front of me, his hand cradling my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. He can see the exhaustion in my face, the need in my eyes, my lips swollen from biting them so much. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip as he struggles with the desire of wanting to kiss me.

“Do you need to cum, Doll?” He asks. I swallow as I try to keep my hooded eyes open.

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