Page 120 of Brandishing Balance
Nico waited.
Maya quickly spoke up. “One. Thank you, Sir.”
“Good girl, Little Dreamer.” Nico pulled up her skirt and tucked the hem into the waistband, holding it up and out of the way, leaving lot of bare skin on display. He quickly slapped her ass again, making the beautiful globes bounce.
Maya spun on her ropes, but Nico rested a hand on her shoulder and guided her back into place. “Two. Thank you, Sir.”
Smack.
“Three. Thank you, Sir.” Maya’s breaths came out in softly whimpers and I had to check her face as she shifted against the ropes. She looked so serene, so at peace, even with the stinging pain from Nico’s palm.
Nico alternated his next two hits, aiming for both upper thighs. Maya jolted and cried out, her eyes closed tightly.
“Four. Thank you, Sir. Five. Thank you, Sir.” She panted and whimpered the words.
Nico grinned wickedly. “So fucking good for us.” He roughly grabbed her jaw and kissed her passionately, claiming her mouth in a filthy kiss.
Maya moaned as he pulled away, her face leaning toward him as if she were chasing his mouth.
Nico laughed and stepped away, joining me against the wall. He propped a foot up on the wall and crossed his arms over his chest as he settled in for the wait.
Maya
My ass and thighs were on fire, heat radiating and a slight throbbing emanated from them, making my core clench down on nothing. Fuck, I needed to be fucked. I still had to go through Marcos’s punishment if they were truly recreating that night.
It was hard to feel like I was strung up in our forest back at the house. With the lights down low, it was hard not to imagine the scene they had set, besides the fact that they left my clothes on this time and I wasn’t wearing a blindfold or been drugged. OK, a lot was different, but my mind was able to fall into that subspace mindset and make believe.
Marcos walked over and stopped in front of me, a dark look in his chocolate eyes. “Mi Vida, you ready for your punishment?”
I nodded immediately. “Yes, Sir.”
He smirked. Nodding slowly, he stepped away from me. “I found a whip I think you might like.” He held up a standard leather whip with a million tines hanging from it.
My mouth dropped open with shock. It was a relatively standard whip in the BDSM community, but it was not entrylevel by any means—not that I asked for that. I was just surprised that Marcos was going there tonight.
He watched me carefully as I swallowed thickly. “You going to be a good girl for me, Mi Vida?”
I nodded slowly.
“What color are you, Maya?”
“Green,” I murmured, my eyes still on the whip. I nodded again. “Green.”
Marcos chuckled softly and trailed the ends of the whip along my cheekbone and I whimpered. “So responsive, so fucking ready to be fucked, aren’t you, Mi Vida?”
I nodded vigorously. “Please, Sir.”
Shaking his head, Marcos circled behind me. “Not yet.”
The first lash of the whip had me arching. I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut. “ONE! Thank you, Sir!”
Marcos didn’t play with me like the other had. He was quick and harsh with the five lashes he gave me.
I counted through all of them; my mind growing hazy with pain and need as I mumbled out my counts and thanks.
I felt like I was floating—well I kinda was—but my mind felt light and floaty. A dopey smile graced my face as Nico cupped my jaw and turned my head to face him.
“Beautiful dreamer.” He grinned. “Such a good girl for us.”
