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“Yes, darling.” The endearment made her heart sing even as her body tensed in preparation.
Benson held up his hand, letting her get a good look at the glove. There were different styles of vampire gloves. This one had tiny tacks embedded along all four fingers and the thumb. In contrast, the palm was smooth, with no prickly bits.
“Ready?” He curled his left hand around her throat, squeezing just enough that she got that good floaty feeling
“Yes, Master.” She mouthed more than said the words, thanks to his hand on her neck.
“Where are you? What color?”
“Very, very green.”
Benson kissed her once more, quick and hard.
Then he punished her.
He started by removing her nipple rings. Grabbing her breast with his right hand, the sharp points on the fingers and thumb of the vampire glove dug into her skin. He lifted her breast and used his left hand to slowly unscrew the bead and then he slid the nipple ring out.
He repeated the process with her other breast, and she danced up onto her toes when he grabbed her with that diabolical glove.
Her nipples felt oddly light without the jewelry, but it also meant that when he bent his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, she felt nothing but pleasure. There was no deep tug from having the rings pulled that she associated with being submissive. She got to concentrate on the pleasure of his tongue gliding over her, his teeth gently biting.
Benson took his time, going back and forth between her nipples until they were both distended, wet, and aching. She was panting in pleasure, her hips rolling as he brought her to the brink of orgasm from the nipple play alone.
“Scoot your feet back and bend forward as far as you can. Make sure you hold on to the chain.”
Mal obeyed, but with her arms overhead, she couldn’t bend more than a few degrees.
When he ran his hand over her ass, scratching her with those little tacks, she yelped and twisted. He did that for several minutes, until her skin felt hot and tender, almost like she’d been sunburned.
He gave her a few minutes to breathe, and then Mal braced herself, expecting to be spanked with the glove. But the next thing she felt was the firm thwack of a paddle hitting her ass.
Mal moaned as searing pain scorched through her butt. He struck her again, this time centering the paddle on the other cheek.
Again and again he popped her ass with the wood paddle. The initial sting was enough to bring tears to her eyes thanks to his prep work sensitizing her with the vampire glove. That surface heat deepened to a hot throb. She turned her face into her upper arm, hissing in pain when the hard wood smacked a spot that was already painfully tender.
It hurt, and he meant it to. This was a punishment. He paddled her ass, pausing only when she danced away from him, panting as she processed the pain. Each time she moved away, she paid for her disobedience with a stroke of the vampire glove to her hip or outer thigh.
One particularly brutal smack to the center of her right cheek made her dance up on her toes, but she didn’t move away. She’d sunk deep enough into the scene, and into the submission, that she merely whimpered as she dropped back on her heels.
“That’s it, darling. Spread your legs a little, now bend forward just a bit more, and hold still for me.”
“Yes, Master.”
Mal floated, giving herself over to the punishment, his praise making it easy for her to stand still as he paddled her another ten times.
“Beautiful, darling. You’re taking your punishment so well.” His gloveless hand smoothed over her reddened butt, and she shivered, because even that hurt.
“I’m not done, but before you take more, tell me where you are.”
“Green.”
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I’m so happy,” she whispered. “I’m just…so happy.” Mal looked back over her shoulder at him.
Benson wrapped his arm around her waist from behind, pulled her body flush against his, and kissed her cheek.
“Back into position.”
