Victorious(13)

“No, honey. I would never make that a punishment. That’s something that has to be done carefully and with lots of preparation so you won’t be hurt.”

“Oh,” she says, seeming relieved. “How could it not hurt?”

“I didn’t say it doesn’t hurt, but the goal is not to injure you. See the difference?”

“If it hurts, why would anyone want to do it?”

God, I love her so much, and I love that we are lying here together talking about things that seemed so far outside the realm of possibility only yesterday. “Because after it stops hurting, the pleasure is unlike anything you’ll ever experience.”

“How do you know? Have you done it?”

“Do you mean have I had it done to me?”

“Yeah.”

“No.”

“Then how do you know it feels good after it stops hurting?”

“Because people who love it, truly love it, will tell you it’s an orgasm unlike any other.”

She ponders that in her thoughtful way. “How do you punish me?”

“I clamp your nipples, which makes you scream from the painful pleasure. When I ask if you need your safe word, you shake your head even as tears spill down your sweet cheeks. I’m so proud of how courageous you are, and how focused. You’ve forgotten all about the people who are watching us, and you’re thinking only of me and what we’re doing together. You’ve made me very proud.” I kiss her softly, sweetly, because I sense she needs some sweetness right now.

“What happens next?”

“I turn you over so you’re bent over the table, and I spank you until your ass is red and hot. And then I make you take a plug. It’s big, but not as big as I am, and eventually I want you to be able to take me. Again, you fight me, you struggle against the invasion, but you can’t resist me. The plug settles into place, and you cry out from the shock of it. I lick you, from your clit to your ass, loving the way the plug stretches you. And then I f*ck you, which isn’t easy with the plug taking up so much space. It’s a tight fit, and your muscles fight me, which feels like you’re coming nonstop. It feels incredible. I mess with the plug to remind you it’s there.”

“As if I could forget,” she says dryly, making me laugh.


“I f*ck you harder than I ever have before, and you take me right to the edge of madness. I want you with me when I get there, so I reach around to play with your clit. With my other hand, I release the clamps on your nipples. I give you permission to come, and you come so hard, screaming from the pain of the blood returning to your nipples, that I come, too. You make me see stars. It’s unlike it’s ever been before with anyone else. There’s only you.”

She’s moving under me, in time with me as I press rhythmically against her.

“Flynn…”

“What, honey?”

“I want you inside me. Right now.”

Because she’s naked under the robe, it takes very little effort to push down my sweats and slide into her. “God, you’re so wet. So incredibly hot and wet.”

“I’ve never been more aroused in my entire life.”

“So you’re not disgusted?” I ask, thrusting into her repeatedly while her fingers dig into my biceps.

She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head. “What else is there? What else do you like?”

Keeping up the steady, driving pace, I lose myself in her as the words pour out of me. “I want your hands wrapped in red ribbon that reminds me of how beautiful you look in your red coat. I love you in red. I want you bound and open to me, to take whatever I want to give you. Your nipples and clit are clamped with a chain connecting them. As I f*ck you, I tug on that chain whenever I want to remind you who’s in charge. You scream every time, your * gripping my cock so hard. I’ve never felt anything like it. You are the woman I love, the perfect sub I’ve waited all my life to find. I make you go down on your knees to suck my cock, to take me deep into your throat and swallow. We do everything. Everything we can think of.”

I come out of the fog of desire I’ve slipped into to realize I’ve been f*cking her harder than I ever have before, but she’s right there with me, taking everything I give her. Looking down at her gorgeous face, I see only love and passion, but no sign of fear. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“Do you love me?”

“I’ll love you forever.”

Knowing that gives me the courage I need so badly right now. I have given her my truth, and she still loves me. It is the most priceless of all the priceless gifts she’s given me. “I want your hands.”

Without taking her gaze off mine, she lifts her arms, offering her hands to me.

“Bring them together.”

She flattens her palms against each other.

Watching her face intently, I wrap my hand around both her wrists and bring them up over her head, pinning them to the cushion. We’re both well aware this is a major test. If we can do this, maybe, just maybe, there could be more for us.

I give her plenty of time to voice her objection, but my strong, brave Natalie never blinks. Instead, she raises her hips, asking me to move. I pick up the pace, stroking into her while watching her carefully for any sign of trouble. When I see none, I risk looking away to suck on one of the cherry-red nipples that stands at full attention.