Page 57 of Bared Betrayal
In the back of the room is a Saint Andrew’s cross. The large frame in the shape of an ‘x’ has leather restraints, and just the thought of seeing her on it has me teetering on the edge of losing control.
I help her up and lead her to the cross, her eyes wide as she looks it over.
“God, you’re stunning.” I run my fingers down the soft lace that covers her back and place a gentle kiss on her shoulder, feeling her shiver. “If I were to have you in my bed, or serving me on the floor, this is what I would want you to wear. But it doesn’t belong in this room.” I pull at the lace, and it comes undone, and I watch as Kallie steps out of it. Her naked body is fucking perfect, one of God’s masterpieces sent to Earth to torture me.
I grab her by her hair and pull her to my lips, claiming her mouth in a brutal kiss before securing her to the cross with her chest pressed to the cold steel.
Next time—if there is a next time—I’ll be sure to tie her with her back to the cross. Her breasts would look amazing with her nipples clamped and red lines running across them. I can just picture her now, stripes of swollen flesh across her breasts, weights dangling from her nipples, maybe one from her clit. She would suffer for me and love every moment of it. Completely naked, wearing only my collar around her throat and my lashes over her body.
“Are you comfortable?” I drag a finger down her spine.
“Yes, sir.”
I move toward the back wall where floggers, paddles, cat-o’-nine-tails, belts, and one large bullwhip are displayed.
I grab a flogger to start. Nothing too hard. I am just getting started. I want to make this last for her.
“You are getting ten lashes. Count them.”
“Yes, sir.”
I unbutton my shirt and yank it off, my skin already covered with a sheen of sweat. My entire body is primed for this, ready to indulge and sin like only sinners do.
With the flick of my wrist, the tresses of the flogger strike her naked back, leaving the most exquisite blushing flesh in its wake.
“One,” she counts, and I adjust my cock that’s aching like a motherfucker. I’m starting to think this is going to be harder for me than for her. This woman tests my control, challenges it without even fucking trying.
She takes each strike beautifully, her skin blooming under each hit. When we get to ten, she’s panting, hardly able to keep count.
I drop the flogger, grab her hair, and pull her head back so I can look into those beautiful green eyes. “Are you ready for more?”
She licks her lips, green eyes hooded and cheeks flushed. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s my good girl.”
On the other side of the window, we seem to have drawn an even bigger audience. Several members are there watching, some with women sucking their cocks, some men on their knees fingering their mistresses.
I slip my hand between her legs, spreading her wetness with two fingers sliding between her pussy lips. Her entire body shakes and her eyes roll closed as I barely touch her clit with every stroke.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes, sir.”
I sink a finger inside her, her arousal making those sweet fucking sounds that drives me insane. Her pussy clenches and her head rolls to the side, but just when she’s about to come, I remove my hand and leave her empty. Desperate. Panting.
“I think your body needs more.” I grab a single-tail whip, and a shiver of excitement moves down my spine. It’s been some time since I had a sub willing to take this level of punishment. I crack it a few times, testing its weight and my accuracy.
“You may cry out, but the only words I should hear from you are ‘yes, sir, no, sir,’ or your safe word. Understood?”
“Yes—” Thesiris cut off by the first strike, hitting her across her ass, leaving a red welt on her flesh. Her scream is instant, raw…and fucking beautiful.
“Do you want to keep going?”
“Yes, sir.” She gasps, squirming as much as her restraints will allow.
I strike her again, and this time she stifles the scream as I place another welt going across the first in a perfect x. I move up and leave lashes across her lower back, careful not to go too high or let the whip wrap around her body. At least, not yet.
After four strikes, her body is shaking, tears slipping down her cheeks, and I’m sure her safe word is teetering on the tip of her tongue.
