Page 15 of Iron
With a nod, he slowly climbed on, his chest going down to rest against the padding without hesitation. His arms went up like he was waiting for me to lock him in place.
This wasn’t the first time I’d had him bent over like this, and he wasn’t new to being here.
I secured the lambswool lined leather straps around his wrists and ankles. He turned his head so that he could watch me walk over to the cutout cabinet in the wall. There was no lingering look as I picked up what I was going to use tonight because I knew before he’d even stepped foot off the elevator.
The thick whip creaked as I wrapped my hand around it and moved it back and forth. I hadn’t used this one much. In fact, I’d only tested it out after it had arrived. I’d never used a whip on Iron before. I wasn’t sure if he’d enjoy it but I knew he’d take it because it was what I demanded right now.
I stood back so I could see his eyes. I needed to gauge his pain. I wouldn’t doubt with the mood that I was in that I’d break the skin. It wasn’t always my intention to cause that much pain. And I wouldn’t have said that I got carried away, but sometimes I needed a little extra. I needed to push until I got some kind of reaction.
The crack rang out in the room, the sound bouncing off the nearly bare walls making it seem even louder.
His body stiffened but he didn’t close his eyes. I think that was one of the things I liked the most when he was like this for me. His eyes were always on me. Always looking into mine.
I could have read so much in that but because I was me, I chose not to. I simply enjoyed it and then forgot about it after it was over.
Crack.
The tip barely grazed the top crease between his tight, hot cheeks.
I gave him a few breaths before I flicked the whip again. I knew the most sensitive parts of the body, the spots that would hurt the most, but I stayed away from those this time.
With the corner of my lips turned up and my eyes locked onto his, I cracked the whip again. This time I hit him square between his shoulder blades and since I’d extended my arm all the way, he got more of the leather across his skin.
“Fuck!” he ground out between his clenched teeth.
I waited, brow raised, but he didn’t say it. He didn’t even open his mouth to speak the word that would make me stop.
Two more cracks. Two more thick welts across his back. The last lick of the tip causing the skin to split open.
His eyes held something that I couldn’t decipher but he wasn’t begging me to stop.
He wanted it, so I gave it to him.
Over and over again, the crack rang out and his flesh turned red. I didn’t break the flesh any more because once had satisfied me enough this time.
With one last flick, I let the tip barely kiss the side of his clenched ass cheek. For some reason, I smiled. It wasn’t an evil, knowing smirk. It was almost… a teasing one.
His eyes twinkled the moment he saw it.
Letting the whip dangle from my hand. With the end dragging along the ground, I walked over to him. My nail lightly ran down his spine and I heard him suck in a harsh breath when I grazed over the biggest welt.
My dress inched up my legs and gathered around my waist as I straddled him. I wrapped my free hand around the whip and before he realized what I was doing, I brought it up forcing it into his mouth as I pulled his head back.
He growled. It was deep and manly and sexy. Not something that most people in his current position would do. And I think I liked that a lot, too.
Iron was… different. He wasn’t a sub. I’d never call him one. But he did take everything I did and he bent to my will. However, it was moments like this and the fact that he held eye contact without an ounce of care, whether I liked it or not, that almost made me smile. I couldn’t imagine that a man like him had an easy time getting on his knees for a woman like me. Or for anyone, I guess. But he did for me and I was pretty sure he enjoyed it too. He had to have because he kept coming back. I might have said that it was because there was always sex in the end, but something inside of me told me that wasn’t it. Not that he didn’t enjoy that part, too.
And that was another thing. Sex with Iron was pretty good. More than pretty good. It was honestly the best I’d ever had. His body was perfect. His hair was great for dragging him around and showing him what I wanted. Of course, there was his beard, too.
Thinking about how it felt between my legs had me squirming on his back. I was wet, but that was a given.
There was a deep moan as I continued to rub my soaked, panty covered cunt against him. The whip slipped from my grasp and fell to the floor as I leaned over and covered his back. My lips grazed the back of his neck as my fingers quickly worked to free his wrists from the restraints. He didn’t move once he was free. My lips kissed a line down his spine. Then I licked and sucked the spot right above his crease that was barely welted and red.
His moan caused me to smile.
I nipped his left cheek before undoing his ankle restraints.
“Over,” I commanded as I stood tall, my dress still gathered around my waist.
