Chapter 6

CHAPTER

SIX

HARPER

“Hmmmm.” He growls against my neck as he pulls from me, and his grumble travels straight to my core. His fingers trail down my thighs as he kneels behind me, and he groans, “All this perfect alabaster skin. You’re going to be so fucking beautiful all marked for me.”

Marked?

His teeth sink in the flesh of my ass cheek. The unexpected bite is hard, and the sudden stabbing pain causes me to yelp. It hurts like fucking hell, but my inability to breathe has nothing to do with the searing pain. Loosening the hold with his teeth, he sucks gently as he lets go and places a soft kiss over the tooth marks he left behind.

“I’m going to fucking enjoy you.” His voice is dark as he stands behind me. He places a firm smack on my other cheek before turning his attention to Nikki and the blonde, both of whom I had forgotten were even in the room.

My arms bound above my head and forehead nearly resting on the wall, I can barely see what’s happening behind me. Watching from the corner of my eye, Edmund leads the two of them to the wall beside me.

“Undress her for me,” Edmund commands, handing a pair of sheers to Nikki before rolling up his sleeves. He wanders the wall beside me, his eyes roaming over the various paddles and whips hanging from many ornate hooks. Lifting a wooden paddle reminiscent of one belonging to an old school ma’am, he directs them, “When you’re done, go enjoy each other until we’re ready to join you.”

Having helped to strip me bare, Nikki catches my attention and gives me a questioning look. I give her a short, silent nod, letting her know that I’m okay.

Still fucking terrified, but I’m too damn curious—or stubborn—to walk away.

Edmund's eyes rake over my body when he returns to me with a black leather flogger and matching paddle in his hands. Every step he takes causes my heart to race faster; fear and anticipation both raging for control.

“Do you know what you signed up for?” He rubs the smooth leather over my ass, alternating between soft and firm strokes.

“Whatever you want.” I struggle to push out the words through my panting. I can barely breathe as the leather continues to brush over my skin. Every caress laced with the thrill of knowing it might be the last.

“Good.” Quickly, he pulls the flogger back and slaps it against my ass. It hits with a stinging slap, causing me to grunt.

But he doesn’t stop.

He swings again and again, placing strikes across my ass and upper thighs. My body clenches with every painful strike, falling lax with a strange euphoria between them.

When he finally pauses, my skin burns from the repeated hits of the flogger. He gingerly places his palm on my warm flesh, rubbing lightly over the marks he left, and I’m suddenly keenly aware of a neediness between my thighs.

Moans and whimpers echo behind me, only furthering my need, and I clench my thighs, trying to provide myself some sort of relief.

“Fuck,” Edmund groans as his hand slides up my wet inner thigh, “You’re fucking dripping for my pain, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” I arch my ass into his touch as he swaps the flogger for the paddle.

Standing behind me, he nips along my shoulder and up my neck as he rests the paddle against my pussy. He bites hard on the crook of my neck, and a feral groan rattles from me.

“Did you know you were a dirty little pain slut, Harper?” he whispers against my skin as he rubs the flat of the paddle teasingly between my thighs. It dusts against my pussy, and my hips tremble, wanting to grind against it until I come.

“So fucking needy.” He flicks his wrist, and the paddle swats against my pussy.

“Fuuuck,” I exhale and suck in the word through my raspy breath as the sting nearly causes me to come.

Edmund gives another light flick before replacing the paddle with his hand. He thrusts two fingers inside of me, and I can’t stop myself from grinding down on him.

“This tight little cunt of yours is so fucking wet.” He curls his fingers inside of me, and my release builds in the pit of my stomach. He continues to work me hard and fast. My ass grinds against the impressive, hard length in his pants as I ride his hand until I’m panting and moaning for more.

I’m about to come when he pulls his fingers from me, and I groan, “Pleas?—”

He shoves his fingers into my mouth, silencing me as he coats my tongue with my own arousal. Firmly, he swats my ass with the paddle, and I grunt around the fingers in my mouth as the sting shoots through me.

“You don’t get to come, Harper.” As he strikes me again, I greedily suck myself from his fingers. “Not until this perky little ass of yours is the perfect rosy red.”