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"Not my fault she's heartless," Tishlie finally snapped. "And you're supposed to please me."
Ela cracked her with the crop again, the pop loud in the room. "I didn't ask you to talk!"
"I'm here because I'm supposed to be the one getting fucked!" she snapped. "I'm the submissive!"
"No, that's not how that works," I said, using my foot to push her back and into Ela's chest. The narrow heel of my boot may as well have been a weapon, and she moved away from it. "He's supposed to make sureI'mpleased, and you're failing."
Then I slid my heel up from her shoulder, along the side of her neck, and just under her chin, forcing her head up. There, I pressed. Behind her, Ela was breathing a little harder, his eyes watching me like he'd never seen anything quite as sexy in his life, so I pressed a little harder, denting the skin just under her chin.
"Oh, that's nice," he breathed.
"She fumbles, Ela." I nudged her even closer to him. "The girl has probably never had a good orgasm in her life. She certainly doesn't know how to give one. I don't want her mouth on me again."
"What would you rather I do?" he asked.
A little smile touched my lips. "Stop being nice. You know how I feel about her. Use it."
The breath rushed from his lungs like I'd just caressed him. "Yes, Priestess." He acted as if I'd just given him a command.
Tishlie was holding his wrist, trying to keep him from pulling her hair any harder. "She means fuck me!"
"No," he assured her, "she doesn't. She means for me to entertain myself, and there's nothing I want as much as to see you hurt." He moved the dildo to the side and shifted his grip on the crop. "Will you surrender for me, Tishlie?"
He ran the rounded end of the crop across her chest, tripping over her hard nipple. The lube it left on her skin glistened, but Tishlie didn't seem to care. She shifted into the touch, clearly wanting the pleasure, not the pain.
"Will you?" Ela asked again, the growl audible in his voice this time.
"Yes!" she gasped.
So he pulled the crop back around her body, lined it up, and pressed it into her ass without any preparation. Tishlie jerked up onto her knees, not even caring about Ela's hand in her hair, but she didn't cry out. Nothing about that had been gentle. It certainly hadn't been loving. No, that was her last warning.
"Feel the sweet burn of pain," he whispered beside her ear. "It makes every inch of your skin come alive. Makes your entire body aware. You can feel the heat of me behind you and we both know you want me."
"Please," she panted, but there was no conviction behind her words.
It was almost like Tishlie was doing her best to mimic a submissive instead of actually being one. Sadly, she'd picked the wrong man to teach her that lesson. Ela leaned in a little more so he could drag the tip of his tongue along the side of her neck.
"No." Then he began to move the handle in her ass. "I need you to prove you want me. I have an entire box filled with toys, and I'll use every one on you unless you can prove you're what I really want."
"And what do you want?" she asked, starting to rock with the motion.
"I want to hear you scream. I would love to pull the sharp edge of a blade across your skin. I want to see the blood begin to pool as your flesh parts." His voice was rough with need, but it was the wrong kind of passion. "I long for it. The slickness, the way your mouth would part..."
"Yes," Tishlie panted. "While you're inside me, fucking me so hard."
"Mm," Ela murmured, sounding like he approved. "Would you let me? I'd suck every drop from your skin, kissing all the pain to make it into your pleasure. You just have to say you want it."
"Oh, I want it," she promised.
"So you're ok with cutting?" he asked. "I thought that wasn't allowed." Withdrawing the handle, he leaned back, letting go of her hair as he put air between them.
Tishlie turned, shocked that he was leaving her. "I changed my mind," she insisted. "Light cutting."
"Oh, but I do nothing light," he insisted, pushing to his feet as he aimed for the box. "I promise I'll make it feel so good." But his eyes jumped to me, and once he was turned so she couldn't see, he mouthed, "Strip."
So I slid off the table and moved toward Talin, removing my clothes as I walked. Tishlie watched me. She also tried to watch Ela, but he was more concerned about the fun things in his box that she couldn't see.
"I've never let anyone cut me before," she admitted.
