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“No,” I reply. “Not every man needs to turn the woman they’re with into a piece of cattle.”
It takes him what feels like half a minute to respond as I begin to regret my effrontery. I can’t help it. I can’t resist the urge to fight his need for dominance. I’m so scared that if I let go, I’ll fall into him so deeply… and he won’t be there to catch me at the end.
Vexation causes his muscles to stiffen, his eyes to blacken and his voice to become rough. “I can only assume that you’redaringto mention the inadequate fools you’ve been with before me because you wish to be severely punished today…” I swallow hard at the eruption of wrathful jealousy as he eyeballs me most uncivilly. “I hope you know I’m going to remove the feel of any man who has come before me from every inch of your body, inside and out.
The words, so wrapped in possessive storm, send ribbons of relief through me.
“Good,” I whisper and he takes a slow step back, the very worst of his wrath melting a little.
He lifts the crop, using it to slide my hair back over my shoulders, the sensation of the leather and the wood making my skin tingle. He glides the sturdy leather tongue down the side of my face and onto my lips, his body hard, his breathing fast as he studies the sturdy tongue of the crop as it caresses my lips.
“Lick,” he orders.
“What?”
“It’s never been used. I sanitized it earlier in preparation for what I wanted to do to you. I want to see that little tongue obey my orders. Now lick, Indigo. It will give me pleasure to watch you.”
Deciding to go with it and see what happens, I let my tongue emerge from my mouth, slowly licking the stiff obsidian tab as he watches me, his eyes forming shadowy slits, his throat emitting a thick groan of appreciation at my submission.
He turns the crop over and I lick the other side, ensuring I keep my eyes on his at all times. It does indeed taste a little of alcohol. I mean, how does he even think these things up? Does he spend his days contemplating and planning out the various props he wants to use on me?
“Lick the wood for me,” he instructs. “The entire length of the shaft. It’s clean.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“It feels… humiliating.”
“Humiliation is not a kink of mine,” he responds. “That’s not the point of any of this. The point is to teach you the pleasure of submission. To teach you how to take control of that submission, which will, in return, give me the pleasure I need from you to feel satiated.”
“And if I refuse?”
“You can always refuse if you’re not ready. There are no consequences for that.”
I stare down at the thin, shiny wooden rod, wondering why the hell my tongue suddenly wants to taste the fucking thing. I stare up at Grey who watches me with flame-filled eyes, and I wonder for a moment if this is really part of today’s training, or if these little challenges are a way to get me out of his system, as he said he needed to.
Maybe I need to gethimout of my system too…
I slide my tongue down the metal rod as he grumbles his appreciation, sliding it backwards and forwards until suddenly, I stop, standing up straight, silently letting him know that’s all I can do for now.
“Acceptable, Indigo,” he responds and begins to run the tongue of the crop down my cheek, hovering over my chin before drawing a track down my neck. The leather tab tickles my breasts as he toys with my nipples—one and then the other, hardening them into points. I peer down as it gently caresses the teats. My constant expectation that he’ll use it more harshly has my body prickling and tingling with goosebumps.
He runs it down my abdomen and over the ridge of my hairless pubis. It grazes my still-throbbing clit quickly before making its way down my thigh.
“Good,” he breathes. “Now turn around. Your ass is about to get whipped. This is part of your training.”
“And what exactly do I have to be punished for?”
“So many things.”
“Such as?”
“Well, if you must know, I’m still feeling murderous towards the man who dared take you on a date last night.”
“Still?”
“Yes,” he growls. “Still.”
