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Keeping the leather flat against my clit, he presses hard and makes tiny movements, rubbing it against me.
“Fuck…fuck.” Slap! “Ow!”
“Watch your language when you beg your husband.”
“Please,” I whimper. “Please, Nate, let me come.”
He slaps my clit again, turning my world upside down. I don’t know what hurts and what feels good anymore. I’m not sure if the torture is the pain, or if there isn’t enough of it. I just want to come more than anything. I just need the pleasure so I can think straight again.
“You’re going to have to do better than that. Beg your husband to make you come with his crop, Kayla. Let me hear those words.”
“Please.” I gulp, knowing I’m completely losing myself. “Please, husband. Make me come with your crop. I need it… I need you to…”
Finally happy with my pleas, he starts tapping regularly, with a pressure that promises to take me to heaven. I can feel it building, a band twisting in my lower stomach. I’m close and my moaned yes…yes…yes are proof of it.
That’s until he stops. There’s nothing for a second, then a searing band on the underside of my right breast.
I don’t scream from the pain, but rather from the loss of the orgasm I was about to have. When he takes a step back, I’m panting, looking at him with so much anguish in my eyes it makes him smile.
“Name it.”
I shake my head before letting it drop.
“I want to know. Name it.”
“Don’t make me,” I whimper pathetically.
His fingers grab my chin, making me look up at him. His eyes are dead. There’s nothing in them but the satisfaction of owning me entirely.
“I will learn what every single emotion looks like on you, Kayla. Make it easier on yourself and tell me what you are feeling right now.”
“Obedient.” I can barely squeak the word past my throat. “I feel obedient.”
He searches my eyes for the truth. I don’t know if he finds it, but I know that’s how I feel. I want him to take over me, to do anything he says and be rewarded in return. Anything to reach the high I’m desperate for.
“Then you’ve learned your lesson, wife.”
Letting go of me, he presents the tongue of the crop, right in front of my mouth. “Say thank you to your husband for teaching you a lesson and kiss my crop.”
“Nate, please. I need to come.” God, I’m miserable.
He lightly taps my cheek with his crop. “No. See, only good wives get to come. Bad wives who try to kill me get left soaking wet and needy. Now say thank you.”
“Th—” Fuck. I want to cry. “Thank you,” I mumble. “For teaching me a lesson.”
And to complete my utter humiliation, I kiss the end of the crop that was torturing me mere seconds ago. It’s wet with my arousal.
“Good. Open your mouth for me, little sunflower.”
I do, and he puts the crop back in the same way he did before he started the torture. This time, I bite without being told to.
“You’re going to stay here until I know your little clit isn’t swollen and needy anymore. That way, you won’t touch yourself behind my back once I free you. You’re going to keep that crop in your mouth as a reminder of what happens when you disobey. Drop it before I come back, and we’ll start all over again.”
He brings his hand to my cheek, caressing me like someone would to a person they love. “You wouldn’t want that, would you, baby?”
I shake my head, my eyes wide.
“Good. Then stay still for me. And make sure all you think about is your husband, okay?” His patronizing tone kills something inside me. “I’ll be back when I deem you’ve had enough time to reflect.”
