Page 80 of Architecti
We repeat the cycle over and over.The stark difference of my soft fingers to the sharp sting of the belt is too much.My body is on fire, my nipples harden to painful points.Midnight’s eyes drag the heat everywhere she stares.
She’s still fully clothed, and I don’t know whether I’m desperate for her to be naked or about to come over that fact.
“Stop,” she barks.
“But I’m so close,” I whine.
“Exactly.”
What the hell?I want to throw something at her.I genuinely consider lobbing a sofa cushion at her or using my safe word.But I’m not in physical pain.I’m safe.In control.Icouldsay my safe word just to take myself to climax, but then this would be over.And I don’thatethe orgasmic torture.
Her eyes narrow, her lip curls and it’s the kind of expression that sends my stomach fluttering.Not with arousal, but this time with anxiety.
“Given the events of this evening, there’s something we need to address.I asked you a question the day I came here.And you didn’t answer it.”
Oh, fuck.I shake my head.I can’t go there.I just can’t.
“Lucy…”
The belt comes down on my arse.
“Midnight,” I plead.
“Do you need to say your safe word?”
“I…” I genuinely consider it.
“Tell me who hurt you and this stops.I need to know if they’re connected with the break-in tonight.”
I hang my head between my arms.The belt swings down across both my cheeks.I scream as the sting instantly welts the skin.
“Touch your clit,” she demands.
“Oh, oh fuck,” I moan as pleasure flows in rhythmic waves between my legs.Excitement coats my fingers as I push inside my entrance and pull them up to my clit, rubbing harder and faster than before.
The belt comes down again.My whole body is alive, screaming, singing.Goosebumps pimple my skin, and my pussy begs for release.Pulses of familiar electricity build up, every flick pushing me closer to the edge.
“I’m so close,” I gasp.
“Stop,” Midnight demands.
“Midnight,” I scream, as my fingers fall away from my swollen pussy.
“Who hurt you?You’re going to tell me, or we can keep doing this all night.We need to get to the bottom of this.”
“You don’t have to protect me, I’m not your responsibility.”
“You don’t get to decide what I do and don’t protect.Now.Are you going to tell me who hurt you or do you want the belt?”
I whimper, my legs already shaking.But I turn my back to her and give her my arse.
Her teeth grind against each other, the leather crackles in her hand as she wraps the buckle in her palm and shortens the leather.I take a deep breath just as the band lashes down on me.
I scream, my skin heating, a line of sweat trickling down my spine.I can’t do it.I wobble.My safe word perches on the edge of my tongue.
Midnight must be able to read my body as she draws near.The heat from her flows over me.Her hand hovers above my backside, scarcely a millimetre above my flesh and yet close enough that the heat of her palm soaks into my skin.She sinks against me and moves in circles, rubbing and smoothing the aching skin.
“Tell me, Lucy.Or give me your safe word.”
