Nobody's Perfect (41 page)

“Ohh!”

"That's it,
bebé
. Give it to me."

Empowered, he took his finger and wet it against the opening of her vagina, then plunged inside her in one strong stroke. “Yes, Damián! Oh, lord, yes!” The combination of his tongue and finger was delicious. When another finger joined the first, and he moved them in a “come here” motion, it was her undoing. An odd pressure built inside her making her feel she could fly. She bucked against his hand and mouth, simulating intercourse. No, more like lovemaking. There was a difference…

"Faster, Savi. Stroke it faster. Come for me,
bebé
."

She did as he instructed, wanting more, needing release. "Ohh, yes!"

Savi stroked herself faster, harder. Pressure built until her insides felt as if they'd explode. She couldn't stop now if she wanted to. She didn't want to stop. No way.

The vibrations increased again; she screamed. "I can't stop it!"

"That's my girl. So fucking hot. Fuck my pussy, Savi."

She plunged two fingers inside her pussy as the knot rubbed hard against her clit.

"Come for me. Now."

Almost there. Just a little more—

"I'm coming! Oh, my lord! Oh! Ohh, Sir!"

She screamed her release, feeling as if her body had just levitated off the gyno table despite the restraints. Her body convulsed several times, completely out of her control.

Damián stroked her thighs, her butt cheeks. "I've got you,
bebé
. Ride the wave for all it's worth."

She rode the euphoric high of the orgasm for as long as she could, never wanting this magic carpet to touch the earth again.

Little mewling sounds invaded her consciousness; they were coming from her. Not quite the sounds of someone in pain, but close.

She wished it really had been Damián's tongue on her again, his fingers plunging inside her.

But she could never let him. Never again.

Chapter Sixteen

Watching Savi's face as the orgasm built and exploded was the most beautiful thing he'd seen in a long time. Surprise, excitement, and discovery all warred with each other in her expressions.

But Damián was the one who reigned supreme. He'd given her that orgasm, just as surely as if he'd touched her clit and pussy himself. A sense of accomplishment washed over him, threatening to overwhelm him more then her orgasm had. How long had it been for her? He didn't know when he'd thrown out his intentions for the scene he'd planned originally but was glad he had.

Seeing Savi pleasure herself was hotter than anything he could have done with her. Realizing the vibrator was still on full blast, he reached over to turn off the remote and stepped around the table to her side. A sheen of sweat covered her body. Her eyes remained closed, mouth open, as she panted for air. A tear spilled from the corner of one eye down her face and into her hair.

He leaned close to her ear, draping his arm over her breasts, and turned her head toward him until his forehead touched hers. "Shhhh, baby. You did great."

A sob tore from her.

"What's wrong, Savita?"

She shook her head.

"I asked you a direct question."

She drew a ragged breath. "I…that was…I'm sorry, Sir. I don't have words. I just wish it could have been with…I mean, better for you."

He laughed out loud and leaned away so he could look at her face. "Don't worry about me, Savi. From the first look of surprise on your face until you screamed your release, that scene was smoking hot to watch, even if it was not what I had originally planned for us tonight."

She opened her eyes, worry visible in them. "I'm sorry if I messed up—"

He placed his finger against her lips. "Stop apologizing for everything. It doesn't get any better for a Dom or Top than to watch his girl come like that."

She smiled. "Thank you, Sir, for doing that for me." She glanced at her knees in the air above the table and nibbled her lower lip. His dick throbbed against his leathers. "I guess we're finished for tonight."

Did he notice a pang of regret in her words?

"How are your legs? Any numbness?" He reached up and stroked her silky calves.

"No. A little less numb than usual, actually." She smiled at him.

"Good, then we'll continue with what I had planned for you tonight."

He heard the catch in her breath—anticipation, a little excitement, and just enough fear to please him.

"First, we're going to work on making you more aware of your pain level."

On Tuesday, he'd taught her to rate her pain on a scale from one to ten, with ten being the worst you've experienced. In that session, he'd managed to get her to admit to a four, although he'd have expected most bottoms to have rated it higher than that. With Savi's mental block on pain and ability to zone out, he had to be careful how far he went. She could get hurt, if he underestimated her limits. Hearing her say it was a four when most subs would have rated it a six or seven let him know the range he needed to stay within.

"Ready?"

Fear filled her eyes. She swallowed hard and looked at the box on the counter. "Electricity?"

The pulse in her throat pounded visibly. Instinctively, he knew that would be what they needed to work up to tonight. She had a real aversion to it, and he wanted to help her overcome that.

"Not yet, Savita. We'll play with the violet wand later. Let me remove the necklace now, though. I don't want to have that on when we play with the wand."

He removed the necklace and placed it on the cabinet. Returning to her, he stroked her ass; claimed his body, calmed her fears. "You've submittered your body to my care tonight. You know I am going to take very good care of you and give you what you need. You will offer both your pain and pleasure to me."

She swallowed past a knot in her throat. "Yes, Sir."

"We're also going to work more on attention and staying in the moment. Anytime I think you've zoned out on me, I am going to bring you back to the scene very forcefully."

He'd made an evil stick at the shop this week, just for this session. Nothing would bring her back to the present quicker than a thump of the wooden, heart-shaped head when he pulled the titanium rod back and let it go. The sting, not to mention the red heart each kiss of the evil stick would leave on her pale skin, would keep her in the moment.

"Are you ready to begin the next phase of your training,
querida
?"

She nodded, then remembered herself. "Yes, Sir. I'm ready, if you are."

He reached out and pinched her nipple.
Dios
, he loved watching them swell before his eyes. Lucky for him they weren't off-limits. "Oh, I've been ready a very long time, little Savi."

He picked up the quirt, which had grown warm from lying against her skin.

"Don't think about what anyone else did to your body using a quirt. This scene is just between you and me.
¿Comprende?
"

"Yes, Sir." Her gaze went from the quirt to the hand still restrained against her pussy. "May I ask a question?"

"Speak."

"Are you going to restrain my right hand above my head like the other?"

He grinned. If his instincts were right and she was a masochist, he had her hand right where he wanted it to give her another orgasm. If he couldn't touch her there himself, he wanted her to enjoy this scene to the fullest, even with her own hand. "Having your hand covering your pussy will remind me it's a no-strike zone." As if he needed a fucking reminder.

She nodded, and he watched her body relax. She still didn't trust him to honor her pussy limit. He understood it being a hard limit, even respected it as he should, but he really would like for her to face the emotions surrounding the limit. Maybe this scene could help her sort the reasons out. He'd push her a little, and they'd discuss it during aftercare, but he had no intention of badgering her into letting him touch her. She'd let him, eventually. He was certain of it.

He could guess why it was a hard limit given her early life, but this scene wasn't about revealing some shocking news to him. He wanted to get her to face down her own fear and revulsion about her body so she'd realize the problem wasn't with her but with the
cabrones
who used and abused her body.

After all, she was fucking perfect.

* * *

The afterglow of her orgasm faded quickly at the mention of the violet wand. The sadists in the penthouse had used the vile thing during her last scene there. Something about the instrument had caused her to scream like she'd screamed only once before. She hadn't even let the sadists get close enough to hurt her with the wand because her screams had brought Damián to the rescue. He'd broken down the door, carrying a…

Thump!

Pain exploded at the back of her thigh near her ass from some unfamiliar source, like the thumping of a middle finger times a hundred in intensity. The pain bloomed in a tiny area but quickly spread throughout her thigh.

"Do I have your attention now, Savita?"

She'd zoned out on him, already? She couldn't see what he'd used to bring her back, because he was standing at the end of the table. He kept his hand at his side, hidden by her raised thigh.

He picked up the quirt he'd laid on her belly again. How long had she tuned him out? Whatever he'd struck her with didn't feel anything like a quirt. She'd experienced
that
sting before but this was different.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I'll do better."

He grinned. "I know you will."

She didn't want him to do that to her again. She'd keep her eyes on him for the rest of the scene. She wanted to please him. She could do this…for Damián.

He set whatever he'd used behind the violet-wand box on the cabinet and raised the quirt in his left hand. Rather than hit her with the implement, as the sadists in the penthouse had down, Damián stroked the back of her thigh with it, taking away the sting that had lingered. "You have a lovely little heart right—here." He bent and kissed the spot where the sting had been the worst.

A heart?
A quirt wouldn't leave the mark of a heart.

His free hand and the quirt continued to stroke her thighs, moving down to the globes of her butt. She spread her fingers over her mons and pussy, hoping to shield herself from any stray glances, but when she looked up, his gaze was on her face.

"You have the silkiest skin. So pale. I'm looking forward to changing that color now. First to a dark, dark pink. Then red."

Her heart thumped loudly as he sidestepped a couple of feet and raised his left hand as if holding a tennis racket for a backhand swing. With her thighs raised high in the air, and restrained at the sides of the gyno table, her entire backside was exposed to him, except for where her hand hid her pussy. She wondered where he would strike.

The quirt whooshed toward her, displacing air as it moved. Oddly enough, the movement appeared to be in slow motion. Flashes of what the men in the penthouse had done in that final scene as a sex slave tried to pull her attention away from Damián, but she pushed those memories away.

This was for Damián.

Slap!

The leather tip came down hard against the back of her thigh, where he'd stung her before. Savi jumped but didn't scream. She would never scream.

Slap!

The next blow landed on her other thigh, stinging just as much as the first, but she maintained her composure.

Slap!

Pause.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Oh dear lord.
The quirt rained down in random, unpredictable blows; the pain registered as she was catapulted back to the penthouse suite at her father's hotel all those years ago.

Don't scream.

Slap!

Sadists get off on your screams Savannah. Don't give them the satisfaction.

Thump!

"Where are you, Savi?"

The localized stinging sensation bloomed in her butt cheek this time. She opened her eyes to find Damián's face inches from her own, as he stroked her breasts with the tip of the quirt, like the caress of his fingers. Her nipple raised to meet the quirt and her finger spasmed against her mons. She forced her hand to remain still as her vision cleared. She looked into his warm, chocolate-colored eyes, which comforted and grounded her. His dark eyelashes fanned against his lower eyelids when he blinked, fascinating her.

"I'm here with you, Sir."

He smiled. "That's my girl."

He stood and returned to the position below and at the right of her, delivering several more backhanded blows between her knees and her hip joint. Her thighs burned. How much longer would he focus on the same area? Why didn't he smack her butt instead?

"What's your level of pain, Savi?"

Of course, he wasn't going to accept "fine" as a response. He'd taught her to number her pain level.

"Two, Sir."

The quirk of his eyebrow led her to amend that. "Okay, maybe a three. It's starting to burn longer after each blow now, and those places where you stung me hurt like hell."

He grinned. "But you're doing much better at maintaining your focus. Good job, Savita."

"Thank you, Sir."

He nodded and moved to stand between her legs and, once again, she shielded herself. This time he stood far enough away that he would be able to look at her if she didn't have her hand in the way.

The quirt stroked her arm from her elbow to the webbed rope on the backs of her hands leaving a path of raised flesh. She shuddered. She wasn't used to feeling anything, yet suddenly she did. She couldn't describe the sensation, but it wasn't numbness.

He kicked something at one leg of the table and again on the other and repositioned the table more toward the center of the room. She looked at the windows, but they remained curtained. Relieved, she watched him move to stand with the cabinet behind him.

The quirt whistled toward her with all the forward momentum he seemed capable of—quite a lot—and slapped against her butt cheek so close to her pussy that her hand jumped. Her middle finger entered her vagina and the knot of the rope jolted against her clit. A zing bolted through her.