Accidental Slave (30 page)

He struck her gently with the flogger, more of a caress than a blow. Her eyes widened but she didn’t flinch. Slowly he increased the intensity until she did flinch, gasping and jerking away, though she couldn’t move far, suspended as she was.

He took careful aim, watching as the black leather landed against supple flesh. He began to whip her in a steady, stinging rhythm, not enough to mark her, not yet. He wanted her to get used to the sensation, to process the sting without its overwhelming her.

She began to moan, soft cries that could have signaled pleasure or pain, or both. Her skin was reddening nicely. He was delighted at how well she was doing. He decided to up the ante.

He struck her hard, watching as the tips of the flogger curled cruelly around one hip. This time there was no mistaking her cry. He’d hurt her.

He lowered the whip a moment and leaned in, smoothing the heated flesh he’d marked a moment before. Her breath was ragged, her eyes squeezed shut. He put his arms around her and kissed her neck. “Shh,” he whispered. “You’re doing beautifully. You’re so hot right now. You need this, don’t you, baby? You need to suffer for me.”

He watched her in the mirror. Slowly she opened her eyes, though her chest still heaved. She saw him looking at her and she nodded, her eyes shining. Cole stepped back and lifted the whip again. He struck her just as hard. She swayed and gasped, but her eyes remained opened, staring at him in the mirror.

He focused on her ass, making sure every inch was reddened by the stinging rain of leather.

Elizabeth began to dance on her toes, gasping and whimpering. She was clutching the chains above her cuffs. He didn’t stop, certain she wanted him to continue,
needed
him to continue.

Finally he put the whip down and moved in front of her. Perspiration gleamed on her upper lip and along her sides. She was breathing rapidly, her eyes closed, her body still twitching and swaying. He took her into his arms and kissed her face.

“I want to take you deeper. I think you’re ready to go. I want to use a different whip to help you get there. It’s braided and not as soft. It’s a level up in terms of intensity. Do you want that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

~*~

You can do it, you can do it. Fuck. This hurts. This hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts…oh. Oh, I
should have said no. The flogger felt good. I liked the sting. It turned to heat, to pleasure, to
desire. My cunt is dripping. I’m so hot for him. Ow. Fuck. This is too much. I can’t do it. No.

“It hurts, oh, Cole, it hurts. It’s too much. I can’t do it.” Elizabeth danced on her toes, twisting in a frantic, futile effort to escape the stinging lash.

“You can. You are. I can sense you’re almost there. Breathe. Go with it. Stop fighting the pain. Become the pain. Become the whip. You’re strong. You’re brave. You’re almost there.”

Almost where? Where am I going? Ah…
Elizabeth let her head fall back. She didn’t have the strength to lift it again. The sting was still there, but somehow more bearable. Her skin, a moment ago on fire, began to cool. Her head still hung back, eyes closed. Her lips parted and she drew a slow, shuddery breath.

Something shifted. He continued to whip her, if anything harder than before. She felt the sting but no longer defined it as pain, no longer processed it as suffering. Her fingers, which she hadn't realized had been clutching the chains, relaxed. Her hands went limp and she sagged against the thick cuffs at her wrists.

She was aware of Cole behind her, aware the whip was still biting into her flesh but she no longer felt it. She no longer heard the whistling warning of its trajectory. Her mind emptied, her breathing slowed…

Silence.

Serenity.

Euphoric peace.

Elizabeth opened her eyes, blinking against the bright light. On one level she’d been aware of Cole dropping the whip, Cole releasing her from the cuffs and lowering her to the ground, taking her head into his lap. But she had been too deeply nestled in the cocoon of a trance to respond or speak.

She had no idea how long she’d been lying there. She hadn't been sleeping—it was more like drifting, or flying. Flying over a vast expanse of clear sky, weightless. She looked now into Cole’s handsome face. He was smiling at her.

“You did it.”

“What did I do?”

“You got there. You got to that place of utter peace, didn’t you? I could
feel
it happening. It was the most incredible thing to watch.”

“It was like flying,” she offered, trying to find the right words. “Like soaring. I could still feel the whip but I didn’t feel the pain, if that makes sense.”

“Perfect sense. You gave of yourself, Elizabeth. You worked past the pain, you trusted me, you trusted yourself.”

“I did, huh? Wow.” Elizabeth found herself grinning so hard it made her cheeks hurt. She sat up, sudden joy coursing like fire through her veins. Impulsively she reached for Cole, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

Nuzzling against his neck she whispered the words she’d rarely said before and had never meant in the all-encompassing, fiercely tender way she did now.

“I love you.”

Elizabeth was into her sixth day of training before she realized she hadn't thought about work once. Cole had continued to transact business now and again from his study, but she hadn't even looked at her cell phone to see if there were any messages.

She decided not to check. They were obviously managing without her. The world had not stopped when she’d decided to step out of it. She stared at herself in the mirror. She was kneeling naked in the playroom, practicing the positions Cole had been teaching her. She still looked like herself, but the pinched, anxious expression around her eyes had eased and she had a small secret smile on her face. She had an appetite for the first time in ages and she was sleeping deeply, waking refreshed and rested. She liked who she saw staring back at her. She looked happy and, yes, serene.

How did one reconcile chains with freedom, pain with serenity? But as Cole had promised she would come to understand, she now knew in her bones how freeing it was to completely give herself to another. For the first time in her life, she was in the moment, completely focused on the now, with no thought to past or future.

“You gave this to me,” she had marveled, when talking about this new sense of serenity with Cole.”

“No, you found it in yourself. I just helped you realize it was there.”

She glanced at the list, written with fine ink in a strong, angular hand.
Attention.
She stood, squaring her shoulders, chin up, breasts out, feet and ankles together, arms at her sides.

Present-back.
She lowered herself to the ground, drew her legs up, feet flat on the ground and let her knees fall open, displaying her pussy and ass. She crossed her wrists crossed over her head.

Present-facedown.
She rolled over, lifted her ass high and touched her forehead to the floor, stretching her arms out on either side of her head.

Present-Stand.
She stood, feet shoulder width apart, fingers laced behind her neck with elbows back, head up and eyes lowered.

Present-Kneel.
As she had during her first day of training, she knelt back on her heels, her palms resting face up on her thighs, her legs spread wide. She closed her eyes and concentrated on emptying her mind while she waited for Cole.

When she heard him enter the playroom a few minutes later, she didn’t move, though her nipples stiffened to attention and her pussy tingled. Square-toed boots of soft, black leather appeared in her line of vision. She lowered herself until her lips met the leather, which she kissed. He stepped back and she remained as she was, her forehead touching the carpet. She brought her hands to the small of her back and grasped her wrists.

Cole moved behind her, running his hand over her ass, dropping it lower to fondle her sex.

She shivered with pleasure but otherwise didn’t move. He stroked and teased her until she was trembling. Then he pulled his hand away and touched her head, the signal for her to stand.

She rose as gracefully as she could and stood in the at-ease position she was to assume when not given specific instruction, her legs comfortably apart, arms loosely at her sides. As promised, he’d been working his way through the various pieces of torture equipment in the playroom.

He’d tethered her to the St. Andrew’s Cross for an extended whipping session, during which she’d again entered that euphoric, soaring trance.

Feet tied into the stirrups of the bondage table, she’d been forced to suck a thick black rubber dildo, which Cole then eased into her spread pussy, fucking her with it until she came. He tied her ankles and wrists high on the arms of the leather bondage swing and impaled her on his cock, standing still while he pulled and pushed the swing to penetrate her.

The only toy he hadn’t yet used was the inversion rack. Today, he had informed her calmly over breakfast, was the day. He led her to it and she leaned against the leather–covered frame, her heart tapping nervously as he strapped her into the device. It was the thought of being upside down that had her uncomfortable. Though her fear was nowhere near the level of being forced into the cage, she was anxious nonetheless. Cole had talked her through her fears, promising her he would pay attention to her reactions and keep her safe.

Along with the fear she was, as usual, highly aroused at the prospect of being once again at the mercy of her sexy, masterful Dom. She had come to understand manageable fear, as Cole termed it, added to the experience, making it more intense, not in spite of but because of her ability to work through it and triumph.

All of this went through her head as Cole bound her at the thigh, below the knee and at the ankle with padded leather straps. An X-shaped harness fit securely over her torso to hold her in place. He secured her wrists loosely behind the leather frame.

“How’re you doing?” He bent down and kissed her lips.

“Okay.” Her voice sounded small in her own ears.

“Good. You ready?”

She blew out a breath, as ready, she supposed, as she’d ever be. “Yes, Sir.”

Slowly he tipped her back until she was perpendicular to the floor. He pushed apart the frames that held her legs, exposing her ass and cunt. He ran his fingers lightly over her sex and then slipped his thumb inside her. “Wet, as always,” he chuckled.

He moved to her side and slowly tipped the rack until she was completely upside down. She felt disoriented and vulnerable, but she didn’t feel panicky. She could handle this. Cole walked away a moment and then returned.

“Stay relaxed,” he advised her. “I’m going to prepare you for anal play.” Elizabeth stiffened.

Cole had brought up anal sex several times over the past few days, and she knew it was just a matter of time before he used her in that way. Unlike the few times she’d done it in the past—

reluctantly with a man she didn’t really want to be with—she knew this would be different. He promised her she would like it, if not at first, after a while. The submissive aspect of it did arouse her, she couldn’t deny that.

She felt a cold wetness at her nether hole as he smeared lubricant onto it and pressed his finger inside her. “Relax,” he urged. “Deep breaths. I’m going to put this anal plug in, slow and easy.

The hard rubber tip of the plug pressed against her entrance and despite her efforts to relax, she began to tense. He pressed slowly, inserting just the tip, giving her time to adjust. Slowly she relaxed, her muscles easing. He pressed farther and a jolt of pain shot through her. She yelped.

“Relax,” he ordered again. She tried, but it was difficult with her head where her feet should be and her legs spread wide. He twisted the plug as he pressed it gently but inexorably into her. It didn’t hurt anymore. He pulled it out and then plunged it back in again and she gasped. He did this several times until her muscles had relaxed to the point she could easily handle the plug.

This time he pressed it in deep and warned her, “Just a bit of pain now, as the flared base is pushed home. Here we go.” Before she had time to tense and work herself up, he’d already popped it in. She gave a small squeal but already the pain was fading.

With the anal plug in place, he produced a small pussy whip, which he held out to show her.

“Ready to suffer, sub girl?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, both terrified and thrilled. She wouldn’t be able to get away. She wouldn’t even be able to close her legs. The first strokes against her sex were light, even sensual, but quickly he stepped up the pace and intensity until she was writhing and crying out.

He alternated between her cunt and her inner thighs. Upside down as she was, she never knew when or where he would strike next. It stung like angry bees, but as usual, the pain had a curious way of transmuting into pleasure, or something greater than pleasure. Just when she thought she’d either faint from the pain or orgasm from the pleasure, he dropped the whip and pulled her up so she was again perpendicular to the floor. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but in a few moments she the fat head of his cock pressed against the stinging wetness of her sex.

“Come for me. Now.”

She exploded in a powerful orgasm almost as soon as he entered her. He fucked her hard and fast at first, and then slowed to a sensual rhythm, making her come twice more before he climaxed inside her.

He pulled himself from her and, after tossing the spent condom in the small trashcan near the door, returned to release her. He held her tight as the blood rushed away from her head, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.

“Not so bad, huh? You survived.”

“Yeah.” She touched the base of the plug still lodged deep inside her. “But can I take this thing out, please?”

“Sure. Right after lunch.”

~*~

It was hard to believe the two weeks were nearing their end. Elizabeth hadn’t left Cole’s apartment once during that time. She’d been content to stay in the sensual, encompassing world Cole had created for her. She knew she would have to return to work, return to the real world of bills and schedules and obligations.