Guard (The Underground Book 3) (24 page)

No. Surely not. She’d seen them on the internet. She’d never seen one in person. If he hit her with it, the sting would be awful.

And yet, her traitorous pussy pulsed, and she tipped her head back on a low unbidden moan.

The leather trailed down her neck and across her shoulders again. “So fucking sexy…”

She shuddered as the tip of leather feathered over her nipple. Almost imperceptibly. Though she arched her chest as it left.

“Love the deep pink of your nipples.” His words were almost worse on her sanity than his actions.

The leather returned to her face and stroked across her lips. “Taste it. Stick out your tongue and lick the corner of the crop.”

Ah, so it was a crop. Her heart raced faster. She didn’t like thinking about what he might do with that crop.

She stuck out her tongue and flicked it over the leather. Tangy. Salty. Arousing.

Why?

“Good girl.” Mikhail trailed it down her cheek and across her neck and then lower between her breasts until he reached her navel, where he swirled it around several times.

Lower still.

She clenched her pussy as he grew closer. The ability to hold her legs parted for him was waning.

Instead of passing directly over her clit, he veered to one side and reached for her outer lips. “Love seeing you bare. Does it make you feel extra naked to have your hair shaved for me?”

“Yes, Sir.” It did, even while she’d shaved it off that afternoon. Her hands had shaken while she shaved, making her worry she would cut herself. But she’d managed. And the entire time she mentally chastised herself for finding it arousing to shave under strict orders to do so while alone in her shower.

It made no sense. If she hadn’t thought he would notice, she would have masturbated the second she set the razor down. She’d been that aroused. But the apartment was small. The doors were thin. There was no way she could possibly get off without him knowing.

Plus he was omniscient.

“Are you wet?”

She nodded before finding her voice. “Yes, Sir.”

“Lift your knees. Spread them wider. Let your lower lips fall open so I can see how wet you are without touching you.”

She dragged her heels closer to her body and let her thighs fall open wider. The second her pussy lips parted, her mouth fell open and she tipped her head back farther.

Unbelievably arousing. The man had done almost nothing to her yet. He controlled her with his words. His tone. His crop…

She had never been this horny.

And it scared the fuck out of her. How would she ever let him go? More importantly, how could she possibly let him stay? To submit to him for a few days was one thing. A lifetime was another thing entirely.

Sure, she was putty in his hands. And it felt damn good. But it was stressful and unnerving never knowing for sure what to expect.

Perhaps over time she would come to anticipate his moves. But this was a fantasy world. Not the real world. And she couldn’t possibly stay.

His crop probed her pussy, pushing her lips farther apart until she felt her wetness leaking out to run down toward her ass.

She dug her heels into the mattress, fighting the urge to close her legs.

“So wet. My God, Haley. You’re soaking.”

She didn’t need him to point that out.

“Such a perfect submissive.”

Was she? Would she be in a month? A year? Ten years? Or was this a dream made out of a stressful situation that demanded she do anything available to avoid losing her sanity under the circumstances? An escape mechanism perhaps. Her real life was too horrific to face, so she lost herself in submission.

He’d said on more than one occasion she was
his
. But what did that mean? Forever?

The crop slowly pressed into her pussy, shocking her. Fucking her.

Just an inch or two, but enough to make her squirm.
More. God, please. More
. It disappeared.

“Taste yourself, Haley. Lick the crop.”

She licked her lips first and then opened her mouth slightly. The crop teased her bottom lip and then her top. And then it reached between her lips. She licked it and then closed her mouth around it to suck it clean. The mixture of her sweeter cream combined with the salty tang of the leather teased her taste buds.

“That’s enough.” Mikhail removed the crop from her mouth and trailed it down her chest. He swirled the soft tip around one nipple, agonizing torture that made her nipple pucker.

She needed him to touch the tip.

Please, God
.

Instead of dragging the crop across her nipple as her mind willed him to do, he lifted it off her skin and slapped the tip back down.

Haley screamed out, yanking her arms and legs together in front of her. The sharp sting shocked her. Her nipple throbbed.

Mikhail said nothing, but she shivered as she realized what she’d done.

All she could hear was a slight rustling somewhere in the room, and then he smoothed his hand down her arm from her shoulder to her wrist. He pulled the limb out straight above her head and wrapped the rope around her wrist.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she muttered, for all the good it would do.

“I know you are, baby.” His voice was gentle, not angry in the least. Calm.

She concentrated on breathing as he grabbed her ankle next and secured it stretched out to the far corner of the bed. With two limbs left, she balled her hand into a fist at her chest, knowing it would be the last time she would be able to touch herself for a while.

Moments later, she was completely restrained. His hands disappeared from her final wrist, and she gave a tug. There was no easy way to escape.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are spread out and secured for me like this?”

“No, Sir.”

“Your bare pussy is glistening.”

She didn’t move.

“There will be no marks on you that last more than a few hours.”

“Okay, Sir.” She was certain the slap to her offended tit swelled pink and angry.

“Does your nipple sting? Can you feel the burn?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Well, it’s not visible. Yet.”

Yet? Her body stiffened.

“No difference between the one I slapped and its sexy twin. When I’m done with you, there will be raised pink areas all over your body, but none of them will still be there in the morning. Do you trust me?”

“Yes, Sir.” Though she wasn’t sure it was wise.

“Keep that in mind. The sting is far worse than its effects. The fact that you can’t see heightens your other senses and makes your mind wander to visualizations that will lie to you.”

“Okay, Sir.”

“I’ve never injured a sub, nor have I ever drawn blood.”

She tried to relax.

The crop returned, tapping lightly over the same nipple. But to her shock, he leaned across her body and pinched the opposite nipple between two fingers. Hard.

She moaned, arching into his touch. She shouldn’t be aroused. She should tell him to stop. But damn if her pussy wasn’t pleading for more.

More of whatever he would give.

The crop moved south, tapping her skin lightly along the way. When he reached her thighs, he continued the rhythmic pats. Subtle. Not hard enough to make her nervous.

It felt good. Too good. She craved the distraction of a hard slap to keep her from getting too aroused.

He continued, tapping her inner thighs, alternating between one and the other. Down toward her knees and then back up until he was so close to her lower lips she lifted her hips off the bed in supplication. She could only move a few inches in any direction, but it earned her nothing.

Suddenly, the crop landed square on her pussy.

She yelped, not because it hurt, but from the shock. And her arousal shot through the roof. She needed to come so badly. But he moved away, stroking the tip of the crop back up her belly. The small slapping sounds it made when he resumed the light torture lulled her into a sort of trance.

This time when he reached her breasts, he swatted at them all around the fleshy section, avoiding the tips. They ached from need. If her nipples had a voice, they would have screamed for him to hit them. Harder. Harder even than the first time. She yearned for more.

Finally, he gave her a taste of what she wanted, swatting one nipple and then the other. No particular pattern, just back and forth. Maybe three times on one and then two on the other. She couldn’t anticipate each stinging slap of the crop.

But every time he hit her nipple front and center, the sting vibrated straight to her clit. She whimpered repeatedly, but she didn’t call out or scream.

She felt like she was falling, floating like a feather. Down, down, down. There was no bottom. No end in sight.

Suddenly, the crop hit her pussy again instead of her nipple. He was quick. Sharp. She yelped this time. “Please…” The word escaped her mouth without permission.

“What did I say about begging?”

“Sorry, Sir.”

“I know you are, baby.” The torture continued. He knew exactly where to swat her skin and how hard to elicit what he wanted.

And it felt so good. Better than anything she’d ever experienced. Shouldn’t that embarrass her?

“How wet are you now, Haley?”

“Very wet, Sir. I need to come.”

“Did I ask you to tell me that?”

“No. No, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

“You sure are sorry tonight.”

She opened her mouth to apologize again and then closed her lips and held the retort.

“Good girl. You’re learning. On a scale of one to ten, how close are you to coming?”

“Eight, Sir.”

“Good. Hold it there. Don’t get closer. I’ll punish you all night long if you come without permission. Do you doubt me?”

“No, Sir.” She shook her head. The darkness encompassed her. She had forgotten the lights were on in the room, and although she couldn’t see, Mikhail had a perfect view of her naked body, perhaps all red and spotty. How visible were the stinging marks of his crop?

He swatted her pussy again. “Feel the sting. Let it vibrate through you.”

She didn’t need the play by play, but she assumed he knew the effect it had on her.

And then the crop disappeared and something hard nudged at her entrance.

She strained to lift her hips toward the object, willing him to push it inside her, no matter what it was. And she got her wish when he swirled the blunt item around the inside of her lower lips until her wetness was spread to encompass her lips.

When the object pushed into her pussy, she moaned. What was it? Did she care?

“It’s the other end of the crop, baby. Not very wide. Maybe an inch and a half. Take it inside you.”

How could she not? Nevertheless, she forced her knees wider and lifted her hips using muscles she didn’t know she had.

Mikhail slowly pushed the crop into her pussy and then removed it just as gradually.

She moaned, tipping her head back and letting her mouth fall open.
God, yes
.

Again he eased the handle into her pussy, deeper, all the way to her cervix. And he left it there, releasing it to let it lie between her legs. The slight pressure to the upper wall of her channel alerted her to this fact.

“Hold it inside you. Don’t let it slide out.”

She gritted her teeth. Every instinct told her to push it out. She gripped it instead, her pussy muscles grasping at the leather-covered handle.

“Love watching you work so hard to obey me. My cock is about to blow.”

She swallowed, trying to concentrate on the crop instead of his words.

The bed dipped as he climbed up next to her. He straddled her waist, leaving the crop inside her pussy. His cock bobbed against her tits, making her long for more. She wanted to suck it. Lick it. Taste it.

Was she possessed?

Mikhail dragged his cock along her nipples, rubbing them with the smooth skin of his shaft. Drops of precome leaked out to land on her breasts. It was heady and arousing all by itself.

When he shifted backward a few inches, he cupped her boobs, squeezed them almost too hard, and pinched her nipples. “Give me a number, Haley.”

A number? Oh, right. Her arousal level
. “Nine, Sir.”

He released her nipples immediately and swung his leg over to kneel at her side. The crop disappeared.

She gasped for breath. Why hadn’t she said six?

After a full minute or more, his fingers grazed her thigh, trailing up and down, bringing her back to life in an instant. He touched her everywhere except where she most craved his touch.

When he finally got close to her pussy, she was a ball of need once more. He pulled her lower lips apart, exposing her opening to the air. And then he thrust two fingers into her and removed them just as quickly.

She moaned around the intrusion. If he kept this up much longer, she would go mad.

“You need to come so badly, don’t you, little one?”

“Yes, Sir.” She moaned the words, close to tears.

“Tears won’t help your case.”

What would?

“You know what I want from you.”

No. She didn’t. What did he want?

He pinched her nipples again and released them before she registered the sharp pain. Pleasure pain. The perfect blend.

He moved down her body and climbed between her legs. His hands landed on her thighs and pushed them open farther. His thumbs pulled her lower lips apart.

But that was nothing compared to what she experienced when his pointers landed on the skin above her clit and stretched it upward so her swollen nub was exposed.

She whimpered.

“Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll let you come.”

She moaned, her mind spinning. She’d tell him anything.

“You’re mine, Haley.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’ve grown rather fond of you.”

What was he getting at?

“I won’t let you endanger your life.”

Right. The homeless people… What had they been arguing about? Oh, yeah. She had been posturing, insisting on handing out food to the homeless after dark as if it were no big deal. But it was. It was dangerous. And he cared about her enough not to want her to be in harm’s way. “Okay, Sir.”