Page 51 of Requiem

“Aw, poor Lisa! Look at you, sweating. Do I make you nervous?” I mock her.

“No, Sir,” she whimpers and then immediately realizes her mistake. “I m-mean y-yes, Sir. Yes!”

“Oh, Lisa, a little too late. I’m going to have to make sure you get that answer right the first time.”

I see a shiver move through her body as I open the drawer in my nightstand next to the bed and pull out a hunting knife. I’ve never been one for guns; I prefer a more hands-on approach to home security. I mean, if you’re gonna get in there, you might as well get dirty.

Lisa looks decidedly less excited, and more concerned as I pull out the blade – as well she should be. I take just the tip of it and circle her bellybutton with it. Her flat stomach ripples in a contraction with the sensation. I pull it up the middle of her body to the sternum, pausing between her cherry-red nipples. Then, in one quick, upward slice, I liberate first her left wrist and then her right.

“Are we done, Sir?” Disappointment and relief compete in her voice.

I wrap my hand around her throat, pushing down hard into the pillows beneath her head. Her eyes grow wide, and she struggles to breathe, but she doesn’t try to pull away or pry my fingers off. Still grasping her, I lower my face so it is only inches from hers.

“Did I tell you that you could speak?” I menace.

“No, Sir,” she croaks through her obstructed windpipe.

“Then shut the fuck up or I’ll gag you,” I threaten and see the slightest flash of excitement in her eyes. “Oh! So, you’d like me to gag you then? So you can’t scream?”

She doesn’t reply. She doesn’t have to. But then, this is about my pleasure, not hers. When I pull my hand away, I can see clearly the red outline of my fingers on her flesh. That’s going to bruise. I guess Lisa will be wearing turtlenecks for a while. I cut the ties on her ankles and return the knife to its drawer.

“Turn over and get on your hands and knees,” I growl.

She starts to slide off the bed, and I give her thigh a stinging slap.

“On the bed, you stupid cunt!”

She scrambles to take up the position and I run an appreciative palm along the curve of her ass.

“What a perfect, perky little ass. But you know, it’s not quite ripe enough for the picking … so we’re going to have to help that along. She cranes her neck around in time to see me pick up the belt from where she laid it over the footboard earlier. In an instant, I have looped it around my wrist and it snakes out, biting into her flesh with a crack.

“Ughhh!” comes her involuntary response.

“Shut up,” I warn her and deliver another quick, punishing blow.

She gasps.

Three more lashes, and I’ve made a crisscross pattern of angry welts across her ass and the back of her thighs. I can see her legs quivering again, this time with the pain and the effort to remain upright for it. But she’s not fooling anyone. Her inner thighs are slick with the juices of her arousal. Without warning, I toss the belt aside, position myself at her opening and thrust myself into her. I feel as if I’m going to burst, but Lisa’s not the only one who should be patient.

“Ohhhh, yessssssss!” she moans.

I pound into her faster and faster until she is panting and wriggling against me. And then I stop. And wait. When her breath has slowed, I start moving again, oh-so-slowly. It’s just enough to keep her on the edge. Slowly in. Slowly out. And then a fast thrust again.

“Don’t you come!” I yell at her.

“Oh, please!” she mewls. “Please! I’m so ready …”

I stop and she swallows a sob, hanging her head low between her shoulder blades. I pull out all the way and deliver another slap, this one to her already raw backside. She winces.

“Not until I give you permission!” I growl. “Do you understand?”

“I understand, Sir,” she confirms, her voice considerably smaller and less enthusiastic than it was a half hour ago.

I slip back in and we start the process all over again. Fuck! This is hard, but my self-control is so worth the effort as again and again and again, I deny her release. She’s practically on the verge of tears when I pick up the pace and reach around and in between her legs to finger her in the front while I’m fucking her in the back.

“Now! Come now, goddammit!” I yell.

The effect of my words, my hands, and my cock are instantaneous. Lisa throws back her head, and starts to moan loudly.