True Control 4.2 (15 page)

Chapter 41 HIM

It’s all I was waiting for. I scoop her up under her legs and arms. She doesn’t say anything, just wraps her hands around my neck as I carry her into my bedroom.

I set her down next to the bed and she looks around, uncertain. I know what she’s thinking. And for a moment I feel a startling amount of rage.

Jealousy again. My button she can push so easily. I know she’s hesitating because of her thoughts of Max. And I have to take a deep breath to not react.

Instead I demand her full attention again with a stern voice, a little of the anger showing, “Lucy.” Her blue eyes pop to mine and she stops biting her lower lip. I smile, satisfied that she’s properly focused again.

I put my hands on her hips and pull them to me, pressing her against my chest for a kiss. She starts to lift her hands to my neck, but I stop her, “Keep your hands at your sides.” I like her this way, open to me.

I explore her while kissing. My hands travelling over the silk top, across her stomach, up her arms, around her neck. I give a little squeeze with both hands, not hard, but her eyes open a little. I grin against her lips, but keep kissing.

I’ll like being able to choke her more when she’s not pregnant…when I can see her eyes begging me to stop while I let her have enough air to keep moaning for me. I grin again with that image. That I’ll be able to do whatever I like to her. Not yet, but soon.

I lift the bottom of her top up and start to pull it off her, but she moves her hands quickly over her tits. She only breathes my name, “Jake?” scared and uncertain again. I let go of the shirt and step back.

“Take off your clothes, Lucy.” I had planned to be gentle about it, to slowly undress her. But she’s pissed me off now. Now I’ll humiliate her.

She still stands with her hands over her tits. I know what she responds to. I know what she even expects maybe. I grin, “Do you
want
me to slap you, girl? Is that what it’s going to take?”

She shakes her head, tears in her eyes, lowering her head to hide under her hair. “I can’t do this…I’m sorry…” 

I move the step towards her again and like that she flinches a little. At least she’s not just scared of her own thoughts, she’s scared of me too. She should be. I grab her chin and pull her head up hard. “I’m not asking.” I drop my hand and like that she keeps her head up still. She’s shaking though and questioning with her eyes. I know my girl. I know what she needs.

I run my finger down her nose and smile, my voice calm, almost gentle, “You’re going to give all of yourself to me, Lucy.” I continue running just my finger across her skin, down her neck, across her collarbone, her shoulder, her back as I tell her what I’m going to do to her. “I’m going to make every inch of you hurt tonight, leave every inch of you covered with the feel of my touch on you.” She’s breathing faster, swallowing and leaning towards me slightly. My little pain slut.

I lean in more too, to whisper next to her ear, my stubble rubbing hard against her delicate skin, “You can resist if you want to add to my fun, but I’m going to claim every inch of you tonight whether you like it or not.” She lets out a tiny moan.

I know she’s used to responding to anger, to submitting to it. But I don’t need her to relieve my anger. I need her to relieve my desires. I’ll train her to respond to my needs only. To enjoy the pain I want to inflict. The humiliation I want her to endure. My desire doesn’t stop at punishing her…that’s only the beginning.

I step back. Very gently, very slowly, with the deep edge she shakes to obey, “Take off your clothes, girl.” She doesn’t hesitate. But she is slow, a small smile on her lips that disappears under her shirt. I watch as she removes the rest, very slowly.

I take another step back to admire her. She moves to cover herself with her hair and hands clasped in front. I shake my head. “Pull your hair back and keep your hands to your sides.” She does. “Chin up, eyes up.” I smile at her eager responsiveness. “I want your eyes on me at all times, girl. No looking down or hiding.” She nods slightly.

“Open your legs a little. Good girl.” I can see that she’s starting to feel uncomfortable, exposed. I can almost ignore how hard my cock is. I’ve waited for this. I could prolong this moment all night.

She’s as beautiful as I imagined. Her shoulders back, skin smooth and pale, nipples hard and deep pink. The small mound of hair hiding her how wet I know she is. Her ribs pop with her fast breathing. Her mouth opens just a little in anticipation of my touch. Her belly only has a small bump; a reminder that I’ll need to be gentle with at least some parts of her tonight. Not a problem…just too bad for the rest of her then.

I grin wickedly at her and she shrinks, lowering her chin and raising her shoulders a little under my stare. But she quickly comes to attention again when I raise an eyebrow.

I move around her slowly, letting her feel only my breath on her skin. Letting her know that I’m staring at every inch of her. Not speaking though. I want to see how long she can last before breaking down. Not long apparently. “Jake?” I only just moved from standing behind her to her other side. She turned her head to keep me in her sights.

I put only one finger on her lips. “Shhh…I’m admiring my girl. Just stay still and silent.” I lean in and brush my lips against her cheek. “Don’t speak again before I give you permission.”

I start over. Walking around her slowly again, still not touching. I take even more time standing behind her. Admiring the beautiful curve of her back, her shoulder blades tensing like a tiny bird ready for flight. Her curls moving with each breath and the small shaking of her body. Her neck straining to see me, but she stays in place.

Her bottom is perfection. Two pale moons glowing, just waiting to turn red for me. She’s arching her back, wanting to display herself, even if she is nervous. I can see the dimples just above her cheeks and want to kiss them. Later. Her legs twitch and her toes dance against the floor, but she stays in place.

I slowly move around to her other side again, watching as her breathing catches more. She’s anticipating an end to her misery. Poor girl…I’m only just getting started. I watch the slope and fullness of her tits expand with each breath, her stomach tightening and toes dancing even more. Her fingers are clenched into fists.

“Relax your hands, beautiful.” She slowly opens her hands, shaking her wrists a little before stopping all movement again. Even her toes stop. “That’s my good girl. This is how I want you. Completely open to me. Now take a deep breath in and hold it.” She does, watching me. I smile. Her tits push out more. “Keep holding it.” I watch as her eyes get a little teary, not blinking as she looks at me. I smile again. “Don’t let go.”

I slap her ass hard, across both cheeks in the middle. She gasps out in surprise, stepping forward with one foot at the impact. I growl, “Get back in position.” She quickly responds. Trying to relax her whole body at once. I give her a moment to get her breathing under control.

“Again, breathe in, beautiful. And
don’t
let go this time.” I wait a little longer, seeing her eyes plead. I don’t let her see my hand raise behind her though, so she’s just as surprised by the sting and sound. She keeps her breath from escaping, but steps out of place still. She recovers quickly though to stand with her legs open more. “Breathe out.” She gasps and breathes quickly for a moment. Her cheeks flushing nicely.

“Again. In.” Her face twitches with a pleading question, but she obeys, taking in a bigger breath. I move around to stand behind her. She strains her neck to follow me. I slap her left cheek with the back of my right hand, hard. She stays put this time, but she whimpers a little. “Out.” I hear her gasp. “Good girl.”  

I walk around to the front of her. “Take my belt off and hand it to me.” Her cry is tiny, barely audible but I still give her a stern look for it. She’ll learn to obey direct orders silently. She moves her fingers to delicately unfasten the buckle. She pushes and pulls it gently off, taking her time. I smile. I don’t mind. I’m going to take my time using it too.

“Arms out to your sides.” This obviously startles her. She’s already feeling exposed. She opens her mouth and almost says something. I grin and raise an eyebrow. “You think you have something you need to add? Too bad, my sweet girl. Just stay silent.” I tweak her nose with my finger and laugh at her pout. I trace the finger down her body, between her tits, feeling her stomach clench at the tickle and press just the one finger against her wet clit. Her moan is loud. But she keeps her arms up. I don’t move the finger. I don’t need to, she’s doing plenty of moving on her own, her hips uncontrollably pulsing. I smile and pull my finger away, her moan is loud again. “No crying. Stay
still
and stay
silent
.” She pouts more, but she relaxes back into the same position, watching me.

I move back so she can see my hands. I hold the small buckle in my right palm, wrapping most of the belt around my hand until only six inches of the belt hangs loose. It’s a thin leather; I chose to wear it specifically to use tonight.

Her look of curiosity is almost enough to make me laugh. I only smile and walk around her. “Keep your face forward.” She instantly turns her head back around. “And keep your arms up. If you lower them, I will start from the beginning, beautiful.” I know her arms will be tired by the time I’m through.

I start with her right shoulder and shoulder blade. Letting the small strap lick her pale skin to a pretty pink. Her shocked cry is strangled with a quick swallow. I hit her again in the same spot. This time her cry is more of a soft hiss. “Good girl.”

I bring the strap down on her left shoulder and she shudders, but keeps her cry in. I told her I wanted every inch of her to feel my touch, to hurt with my touch. I meant it. I like the small pink strap mark that forms. It will fade all too quickly. But that’ll only be incentive to do this again to her soon.

I alternate the strap from arm to arm, working slowly, bringing it down to wrap around her thin arms every few inches. When I get to her wrists, I stop. I let her breathe for a moment, watching as her lined arms shake with the effort of keeping them up, with the effort of staying silent. I step closer to her, feeling her heat against my shirt. I put my left hand in her hair and rub her head, saying softly into her left ear, “Lower your arms and cross them in front of you.” I can feel her shudder of relief. I grab her hair and twist it a little, yanking slightly on her head, before dropping it around to her front.

I step back and bring the strap down a little harder across her upper back. She tries for a hiss, but a small cry escapes too quickly. I hit her again in the same spot and her body shakes, but she manages to stay quiet this time. “Good girl.” I follow the same slow pattern down her back, alternating side to side. I can hit her a little harder here, keep the marks a little longer. When these fade, I’ll bring her back to stand in this position again. I’ll like seeing her cover these in the office, making her expose the tiny bruises to me, kissing each before falling asleep each night.

When I get to her lower back, the sweet dip before the swell of her hips, I stop. I allow her time to breathe a little more. “Take a deep breath in and hold it.” She does and I bring the strap down on her right side, following quickly with a second sting to her hip on the right too. I gave her the lightest touch of the strap, but this is a sensitive spot. She releases her breath with a series of hiccupped gulps. I allow it this time. It will be a long time before I can hit her midsection the way I want to. But I’m patient. The small bending and shaking is more than I’ll allow though. “Stand up straight or tell me you want me to start over, girl!” She’s instantly back in position. I pet her head again, “That’s my sweet good girl.”

I know she’ll tense more for the left side now, in anticipation of the pain. “Relax, beautiful.” I watch her try to. “Deep breath for me, that’s a good girl.” I don’t wait, I bring the strap down twice quickly on the left side and she lets her breath out with the same stuttered hiccupping and shaking moves. But she recovers a little faster, standing up a little quicker on her own.

I move around to her front. Her arms are still pink, only a few of the marks already fading. “Put your hands out together, palms up.” She blinks her tears down her cheeks. And I have to stop. I grab her neck with my left hand and pull her towards me, kissing the trail of her tears on both cheeks, tasting her sweet saltiness. My mouth covers hers and I pull and bite at her lips. She’s breathless again when I let her go, her hands still clutching the front of my shirt.

I move back a little. “Palms up.” She moves with a clear shake in her hands. I smile. Her look of fear is gorgeous. Eyes wet and wide, but soft. I know if I put my hand between her legs again, I’ll feel how needy she is. “You are my little pain slut, aren’t you?” She freezes, blushes and looks down quickly. “Eyes up, girl!”

She pops her eyes to me again, but I can see her shame. I put my hand around her neck again and kiss her gently, whispering, “You are beautiful this way,” against her cheek. I step back and she steadies her hands in front of her chest. I grin a little and keep my eyes on hers. I bring the belt up so she can see the small strap, waiting, giving her time to anticipate this strike.

I bring it down hard across her palms and watch her face squeeze closed. She held her breath on her own this time, releasing it with a slow whining hiss. She starts to close her hands, “No.” She slowly opens them again with her eyes and I kiss each palm gently. “Hands behind your back, but keep your palms out.” I won’t let her squeeze the pain away.