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And yet, it was more than just a physical sensation. There was a raw, powerful energy that pulsed between them, an unspoken connection that only grew stronger with each strike. The crowd around them was silent, mesmerized by the scene unfolding before them. They watched with bated breath, their collective energy feeding off of those on the stage—Dom and sub—heightening the connection between the two in ways that were both terrifying and exhilarating.
As the strikes continued, Viktor pressed his body against hers, his hands exploring her skin, his fingers tracing the lines of her welts—all the while checking to ensure no lasting damage had been done to her. She could feel his breath on her neck, as he whispered words of praise and the promise of more things to come. He needed her off kilter if this was to work.
“You’re doing so well, Emerson,” he whispered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. “Just a few more strokes, and I’ll give you what you’ve been craving.”
CHAPTER 17
EMERSON
She couldn’t take her eyes off the crowd as he raised the crop high above his head, the muscles in his arms flexing with raw power. Her heart raced with anticipation as she waited for the next strike, bracing herself for the impact.
And then, it came. The crop crashed down on her bottom, leaving a stinging sensation that was quickly replaced by a wave of pleasure. Emerson arched her back, her hips swaying in response to the force of the blow. The crowd cheered, their energy feeding off of her reaction, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of power in the situation. She was in control of her own desires, pushing herself to new limits, and discovering a side of herself that she never knew existed.
Viktor continued, his movements fluid and precise, never missing a spot on her skin. With each strike of the crop, she felt like she was soaring higher and higher, her body responding to the pain and pleasure in equal measure. Her breath was shallow, her heart pounded in her chest, and she could feel the heat building up inside her.
As the last few strikes landed, Emerson felt herself reaching a breaking point. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her nipples so sensitive that she could hardly stand it. Then, without warning, Viktor stopped. He put down the crop, his hands coming to rest on her hips.
“You did well, Emerson,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.
She felt a vague disappointment, had expected something more, but she wasn’t sure what.
The crowd around them erupted into applause, their approval filling the room. Emerson couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride, but it was tampered by a vague feeling of having not lived up to Viktor’s expectations. She knew she’d pushed herself to her limits—hadn’t she? Viktor kissed her, his lips warm and tender, his eyes open and locked on hers.
“We’re not done. But this is all they will see,” he said releasing her from the bindings, removing the suction devices and soothing her overly sensitized nipples with his mouth before wrapping a warm, soft blanket around her and sweeping her up in his arms and carrying her to the elevator and back to his apartment.
She trembled as he sat down on the bed, handing her a bottle of water to drink. “Drink,” he commanded.
Her body vibrated, her need still as vivid as it had been on the last strike of the crop. As she took a long swig of water, she could feel the inside of her mouth tingling from all the blood that had rushed there during her intense scene with Viktor.
“Will you tell me now, Emerson?” he asked softly.
She felt as if he’d punched her in the gut. None of it had been real. From the moment she’d refused to tell him what was happening with her, he’d set out to get his way. She almost wished he had been truly trying to hurt her with his delicious torture, but instead he thought he would bliss her out, and she’d cave and tell him what he wanted. Bastard.
“No,” she said, hoping her voice betrayed nothing.
“Then we will proceed.”
“And if I don’t want to?”
“Then you are free to leave. I will have my driver return you to your home and will have your things delivered to you in the morning. Is that what you want?”
Emerson wished she’d possessed whatever it was that would have allowed her to say yes, but she didn’t. “No.”
He nodded, stepped back and unlaced the front of his black leathers. He’d been shirtless but as the leather trousers opened, his cock freed itself. It was as if it was the needle on a compass and she was true north. Her heart pounded in anticipation.
Crossing to the bed, he tipped her onto her back, knelt in front of her and spread her legs, hooking one leg over each of his broad shoulders. “Let me taste what I’ve done to you. Let me taste my work.”
Emerson closed her eyes and forced herself not to move, to obey him and expose herself to him, wanting to follow his every command. When his tongue came out to gather her juices, she felt her hips arch up to meet him, the devices on her nipples driving her wild with need. It seemed the more aroused she became, the more intense the feeling.
His tongue found her clit, and he teased her there, sucking, circling it, until her hands were in his hair, begging him not to stop. Viktor chuckled just as she was about to explode, pulling away and grabbing at her hand as he did so to sit her up.
She was so frustrated she wanted to scream, and she felt tears sting her eyes, but Viktor only smiled as he drew her up from the bed and then pointed to the soft, antique carpet. “On your knees, Emerson. You will taste me now. Show me how much you want me.”
The temptation to tell him to go fuck himself was strong, but not nearly as strong as getting what she needed from him. The most frightening part was that she was beginning to believe it wasn’t just physical relief she needed. Slowly she sank to her knees.
Viktor’s cock confronted her with the same arrogance as the rest of him. She loved how big and hard he was. She was quite certain he had ruined her for anyone else. Tentatively she reached out to touch him, encircling the base of his cock as her lips opened wide. Placing a single hand on her head, he slid past her lips and into her mouth, caressing the back of her throat. Emerson swallowed what she could, taking him deeper, unsure that she’d be able to take it all, but she knew she’d die trying if it meant he’d finally let her come.
Viktor watched her intently, his face inscrutable as his eyes locked on hers as she struggled to take him in. The power dynamic between them was palpable, and it made her pussy throb with more need than ever. He saw her struggle and chuckled again, his smile softening before he gently reached down and traced the outline of her lips.
