Page 125 of A Memory of Light (The Wheel of Time 14)
His crude words and admission to what he liked while he finger fucked my ass sent my pulse soaring. Or maybe it was the way Jeremy rubbed and pinched on my clit the entire time.
Either way, one man had a finger buried in my ass and the other relentlessly played with my pussy, both of which pushed me to the edge of control. My climax was building again, I’d soon be teetering on the edge and one more dirty word out of his mouth was guaranteed to send me careening. And no amount of ordering me to wait would make it stop.
Before I could express my fears of breaking their rule, both men ceased. Fingers were withdrawn, my leg was released and my body propelled forward.
My front met cold stone and while my brain processed the temperature and foreign texture across my bare skin, my arms were raised and cuffs fastened with an audible click above my head.
I tugged on the fastenings to no avail. I’d been securely attached to an immovable wall. I twisted and thrashed, fear they’d leave me alone like this slicing through me or even worse, that they’d never let me come.
I had become a walking, talking bundle of nerves and they were all on fire.
“Spread your legs, Harper or I’m going to restrain them where I want them as well.”
I sagged in relief at his voice. He stood right behind me. A hot palm curled around my ankle and forced my legs slightly more than shoulder width apart. The movement created friction between my skin and the rough stone of the wall, eliciting a moan of pleasure. I pressed my breasts forward to staunch the sensations and only worsened them instead. Fire practically flamed between my legs.
Need so intense I couldn’t bear it caused the first hot tear to splash onto my cheek. Desperation for more caused the second.
“Please, Sir, please…” the words came out on a long drawn out breath. More of a moan than a plea.
He chuckled behind me. “Oh you’re going to have to do a lot better than that, my kitten.” He gripped my hair, forced my head to the side and took my mouth in a fierce but all too brief kiss that left me both breathless and achy for so much more.
“Now about that punishment…”
His words elicited a fresh slice of fear, although not nearly as much as the arousal building between my legs. Whatever he had planned for me I didn’t care just so long as they didn’t stop touching me. Anything but that.
“Not only were you late, but you didn’t bring the rose as you were instructed. Thus forcing me to change some of the plans for tonight.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” I didn’t elaborate further. Now did not seem like the time for drawn out details that weren’t really important anyway. I had not followed my directions and I wasn’t about to make any more excuses.
“Enough!” On his demand the first blow of a flogger struck my ass, the loose tendrils wrapping around my right hip.
It didn’t hurt much, but they did startle me. My fingers flexed and grasped onto the restraints. I arched my back and growled at the sensations rushing across my nipples and stomach from the movement.
Thwap.
Another slap landed across my backside from the flogger. This time hard enough my skin tingled in the affected area. I sucked in a quick shallow breath and exhaled nice and slow in an effort to keep my body still and safe from the torment of the stones in front of me. Nothing either of them had done so far was too uncomfortable but they’d managed to put me in a position where even the slightest movement created another kind of friction across my body. Much more of this and I might not be able to hold back my response.
“The look in your eyes last week and the response of your body tonight scream ‘submissive’, but a good sub not only knows how to obey, she aches to do it.”
Smack. Pop. Thwack!
I winced and ground my teeth together at the burn heating my ass and upper thighs. The succession of blows had been delivered with serious intent. As in they were obviously intent on making me remember my transgression.
“Do you want to be a submissive, Harper? Or is this just something you needed to try?” He whispered the question in my ear so low I doubted even Jeremy heard him.
“Yes, Sir,” I gasped, my heart pounding at the sudden omission even I didn’t expect. Not yet.
“Which is it, kitten?” A warm hand caressed the hot flesh of my backside, soothing the inflamed skin.
I sighed into the touch, uncaring that the slight movements I made abraded my nipples against the cold stone. “I need to learn.” It was the only honest answer I could give him. My brief experiment in the past, while immensely enjoyable, wasn’t enough to ‘know’ anything. Although I’d suspected ever since then where my true needs lie, no one, not once, had taken the time to really teach me.
The touch on my buttocks eased the last of the pain away, reminding me just how aroused I’d become by the whole scene. I had no idea who touched me. Something inside me wanted it to be him. The rugged man who’d met me in the hall. With my vision obscured by the blindfold it was his face I focused on. His full lips. His piercing eyes that demanded a level of honesty I didn’t quite know how to give. How could it not be him?
“That’s an excellent answer.” A second after he spoke the shift in the air around me told me he’d moved away as had the hand rubbing my ass. Once again they let the silence descend and a tiny stab of fear returned. Although nothing, not even a little fear, diminished the throb of need between my legs.
“Three more strikes and your infractions will be forgotten. Is that understood?” This time Jeremy sounded from behind me, furthering my disorientation. Where was he?
“Yes, Sir.”
