How was that possible? That she would want this like I did? That she’d receive something a hidden part of her needed from it too?
“Give me a minute,” I growled as I tried to get my rampant thoughts in order. “Go and wait in my room and think up a suitable safe word before I get there.”
Her eyes flashed with excitement and she took a step towards the door before pausing and reaching into one of my drawers. She pulled a black, leather belt out and handed it to me with a heated look in her eyes.
My throat tightened as my fingers curled around the supple leather and she licked her lips before turning and heading out of the closet like I’d asked.
I glanced at my watch again, cursing as it drew closer to midday. But some of the panic was easing in me. Some of the demon’s worst impulses were calming and as I ran the belt between my fingers, I knew what I needed to do to sate it.
All I needed was control. Complete and utter dominion. I needed her to submit to me entirely, give her body over into my keeping and let me decide when enough was enough.
I released a slow breath, revelling in the cold sense of calm which filled me at the thought of what she was offering. I didn’t know how she’d figured out what I needed. And I couldn’t even begin to fathom why she needed it too. But I knew she did. In the same way that I craved control, power, domination, she wanted to release those things into my care. Give her body over to the chaotic rule of another. Submit to my desires and let them fulfil hers. So why the fuck was I still standing in a closet?
I strode to the door and opened it slowly, my skin prickling with a rush of pleasure as I found her kneeling at the foot of my bed, head down, long blonde hair spilling around her face and concealing it from my view.
“Tell me,” I commanded, knocking the closet door shut with a harsh snap. She flinched at the sound and a wicked smile graced my lips as my demon purred.
“Mercy,” she said in a firm voice and I nodded.
“You say that word and I’ll stop instantly,” I swore.
“Okay.”
I moved towards her, admiring the view as she stayed there, kneeling on the carpet for me and awaiting my instructions. It didn’t seem possible that we’d found this strange place of peace between us. This perfect balance of violence and release, but I was starting to believe it was real. Especially as my grip tightened on the belt she’d handed me.
I moved beyond her and stood looking down into the main body of the church which was thankfully empty. Kyan and Blake would be in class, probably wondering where the fuck we were. But I didn’t care. Because the only thing that mattered right now was that we had the place to ourselves.
“Stand up,” I commanded, turning to look at her as she rose to her feet. “Hold on to the railing and bend over.”
She instantly moved to do as I said and I sighed at the complete and utter control I had over her in that moment.
She gripped the railing and I watched hungrily as she bent forward, spreading her legs just enough to balance her as my shirt rode up over her ass and revealed that scrap of red lingerie beneath. I moved to stand right behind her, leaning over her so that my dick ground into her ass as I slightly repositioned her grip, making her fingers line up perfectly.
“Next time, do it like this,” I growled in her ear and she nodded as I ran my fingers down her spine, appreciating the perfect arch of her back before I stepped aside.
I folded the belt in half, gripping the buckle in my fist before trailing the supple leather over the round curve of her ass and placing my other hand on the base of her spine.
“Ready?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“I’ll strike you three times, just like last time. Do you understand why I’m doing this?”
“Because I broke the rules and made you oversleep,” she replied instantly, her grip on the railing tightening in anticipation.
My dick was throbbing with need and for a moment I wondered what it would be like to take this fantasy to the next level. To pleasure her after punishing her and own her body in that way too. But that fantasy was destined to remain idle. Her own rules forbid it. Though that only made my imagination more vivid.
I raised the belt slowly, my heart pounding with anticipation then I cracked it down against her ass, being careful not to be too rough. A groan of satisfaction escaped me as she gasped, rocking forward to escape the sting of it.
“Again?” I asked, my muscles bunching as I forced myself to hold back, waiting for her to confirm she still wanted this as much as I did.
“Yes,” she moaned, her back arching in anticipation once more.
The second strike hit her a little lower and she moaned so loudly that the sound echoed off of the vaulted ceiling in a way that had my entire body begging for hers.
The third strike clapped against her ass and she cried out again, sagging forward so that she was leaning over the railing, panting in what seemed a hell of a lot like relief. And that was definitely what I felt too. Like the angst and havoc and carnage of the world had been calmed by that single act. As if all of the shattered, fucked up pieces of my soul had found harmony in it and I’d been remade
