12. Maddy

Chapter 12

Maddy

"Be still." His voice pulled me from my musings, the heat of his body warm against me as he shifted closer.

"It's my turn now, princess," he murmured as he guided my arms up into the air and indicated with a glance that I was to keep them there. His hands slid back down the length of my arms, slipping over my breasts and down my sides to find the hem of my tank top. He tugged it back up the path his hands had just traced, pulling it over my arms and tossing it to the floor. Deft fingers made quick work of my bra clasp, and soon it joined my shirt, leaving me naked from the waist up.

I suddenly felt much more vulnerable, finding myself unable to figure out why. He'd already seen all of me, for fuck's sake. But somehow, standing there in the middle of the room being inspected by his hungry eyes, I felt more naked than if I had been surrounded by strangers. I started to cross my arms, but he shook his head and gently pulled them back up over my head .

"Ah ah, beautiful. You are not to move from where I place you without permission. Do you understand?" I nodded, blushing.

Now it was his turn to kneel before me, unbuttoning my jean shorts and slipping them over my hips, leaving me only in the lacy thong I'd picked out for the occasion; one of the very few nice things I'd been able to bring, although at the time it had been a ridiculous addition. I was glad to have it now, however.

Glancing down at him, I couldn't resist my bratty nature. "You look really good on your knees for me. A girl could get used to this." I grinned as I saw his shoulders stiffen, and he looked up at me with a dangerous light in his eyes, which I promptly ignored. "Oh yes, look up at me just like that."

With a growl, he gripped the delicate fabric of my panties in both hands and pulled, ripping it into pieces like tissue paper. "Hey! That was my best thong!" I screeched, but further protestations died on my tongue as he stood and grabbed my chin in an iron grip, staring down into my eyes with a look that brooked no argument.

"I'll buy you another pair, princess." I nodded helplessly, or at least tried to as he held my chin. "Now, are you going to behave?"

I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my lips, and I shrugged noncommittally. "I don't know… are you going to make me behave, Sir?"

He shook his head with a grin of his own, and let go of my chin. "Lie down."

With a mischievous look, I dropped to the floor, laying down on my stomach as he had commanded .

"Christ, I'm going to have my hands full with you," he muttered. I smiled into the floor. Game. Set. Match.

"Like you'd want it any other way?" I muttered quietly, the sound muffled.

He sighed in frustration. "Lie down on the bed, on your back."

I thought better of pushing him further, choosing to listen and lie back on the bed. After all, bratting was about finding the right times and the right ways to push the limit while still staying within the boundaries we had set. Our negotiations replayed in my mind as a gentle reminder. I did not want this to end before it had truly had time to begin. I made a mental note to thank Jax in a much bigger way for lending me that book.

Any further thoughts of thanking Jax melted away as he crawled on top of me, lifting my arms above my head and holding them in his grasp as he leaned over me, kissing my lips lightly. He nipped and nibbled at my lower lip as I writhed beneath him.

"Please," I whispered against his lips, craving more and not wanting to wait a moment longer for whatever came next.

"Stay right here. Do not move. Understood?" His rough command hit me like a tidal wave, urging me to obey, and yet that spark of fire that burned between us beckoned my sass forward, right where it belonged. Lips trailed over my collarbone and up the length of my neck. My back arched until I pressed into him, my head nodding in agreement.

"Not good enough, princess. I need your words," he teased, the sharp prick of his teeth grazing over the pulse point in my neck until I gasped.

I had a choice to make: obey, or poke the bear further. Balance was key, which meant continuing wouldn't kill me… hopefully. I nodded my head again, pushing my luck further and praying it was the right decision. Immediately, his teeth bit down into the curve of my shoulder above my collarbone. I hissed, kicking my feet as the pain spread. That surely left a fucking mark. But why did the very thought of his marks on me make me wet as fuck?

"Yes, Sir," I hissed out, arching up into him.

"Good girl." His words vibrated against my collarbone, his growl turning me on further as he kissed his way down to my breasts. "I want to teach you about pleasure." His fingers suited his words, lightly playing over my nipples, teasing them to stiff peaks.

"I know about pleasure," I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"No, you think you know about pleasure," he quickly corrected with a chuckle, leaning in closer. "Pleasure on its own is wonderful. But when combined with pain?" His fingers seized one nipple, twisting it until I hissed, my back arching clear off the bed. "That's something completely different."

Before I could respond, his lips wrapped around the same nipple, the wet sensation making me gasp as he flicked, teased, and tortured the tender bud. Every ounce of pain melted away, blooming into a pleasure I had never experienced before.

I moaned softly at the feeling, arching up further into him, but after just a few moments, he removed his mouth from my breast, leaving me feeling a bit disoriented. My mind was beginning to feel a bit fuzzy in a way I couldn't describe, and certainly had never felt before this. Was this what the book called subspace? I shook my head to dispel the feeling and focused on Nikolai. I wasn't sure I was ready to let go to that extent yet. That felt too vulnerable this early in our journey.

He found his place between my thighs, kneeling there before he spoke. "Eyes." The command was more than I could resist, and my eyes found his. "Stay still. Trust."

Still trying to regain focus, I could do little more than nod, but this time, thankfully, he allowed it. He picked up an item from the table, showing it to me. "This is a riding crop. It makes a loud sound but does not hurt badly. Remember, trust."

My eyes went wide, but I took comfort in his words. He had not lied to me yet. Granted, that did not stop the fear from pooling deep in my gut. Still, I made the decision to believe him. And I wasn't about to pussy out now. No pun intended.

Slowly at first, letting me acclimate to the feeling, he began touching and striking my chest with the crop. The hits fell like rain against the curves of my breasts, coming at me from every angle. Soft leather tip ran over my skin, creating goosebumps and tickling sensations that had me giggling before sharper swats landed with loud cracks and stinging pain. The juxtaposition had me on edge, wondering what would come next, and never knowing how to prepare myself. I supposed that was the point. I relaxed into it, letting the sensations wash over me as I accepted his delicious torture .

Gradually he began striking a bit harder, then harder still, leaving tingling, reddened skin in his wake as he slowly ramped up the intensity. Gasping and writhing, I could not control myself. The sensations were overwhelming, driving me absolutely insane. A strong hand gripped my face.

"Still. Last warning."

I gulped audibly as I nodded my understanding. His crop came down again, and this time, I was the perfect statue, unmoving as he required. The strikes were less sharp than his spanks had been, but just as arousing. The sound of each slap of the leather tip rang out into the room, pushing my arousal higher. I wanted to arch into it, to seek out the biting sting against my breasts, but he had said to stay still. And I wasn't about to disobey. Not this time. Not this order. And especially not with how wet I was. I was certain I was leaving a fucking wet spot on the bed. My mind spun, my thoughts completely focused on the man above me, the pain of his strikes, and the thought of his cock plunging into me — hopefully soon.

"Oh, you like this, don't you?" I could hear the humor in his voice — and the lust. So much fucking lust it filled the room like perfume, heady and intoxicating.

"Maybe," I shrugged, feigning indifference with great effort.

"Oh, just maybe?" he chuckled. The fingers of his free hand dipped down, sliding in between my wet folds as he fingered me slowly. A moment later, the crop resumed its work, striking lightly over my tits. I gasped, unsure how to even begin to process the barrage of sensations that flooded me .

"That feels…" I gasped, trying not to arch away from the pain and into the pleasure.

"Pleasure is heightened by pain." His voice was like magic, spinning its carnal web over me. Pleasure and pain worked in perfect harmony, his fingers teasing and toying with my clit as the crop came down over my breasts, swat after swat, until my legs began to tremble.

"That's it. You can feel it right there, can't you, princess?" he teased, his voice low and dark.

I couldn't stop myself from gasping, "Yes!" My thighs trembled with the effort it took trying to reach the orgasm I so fucking deserved. But his damned fingers stayed just as they were, slow and steady, keeping me just out of reach of my brilliant climax.

Suddenly, everything stopped, his hand pulling away from me.

"What the fuck?!" I shrieked, half in confusion and half in anguish.

"Patience. Have patience," he chuckled, moving off the bed and further away from where I wanted him. I couldn't stop myself from pouting. "Flip over for me."

He turned away for just a moment, and I saw my chance. If he was going to deny me, then buddy boy was about to get his own comeuppance.

I flipped around on the bed. I knew he wanted me to flip over onto my stomach, but I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction. Instead, I positioned my head towards the foot of the bed, my feet propped up on his pillow. I wiggled my toes in for good measure.

I couldn't see him, but more felt him turn around towards the bed again. His sigh of aggravation ended with a soft growl, and I couldn't have been fucking prouder of myself. It was all I could do not to smirk.

"You little…" he trailed off, shaking his head. His hands slipped under my back, flipping me over. Literally! Head over fucking feet until my head landed on the pillow, face down. His hand pressed against the back of my head, fingers caught in my hair, rendering me trapped under his control. "Stay." The command was all but spat at me. "You're going to be trouble."

"I said I'd obey. It's not my fault you give bad directions," I sassed, turning my head to the side. Instantly, his hand was in my hair, tugging my head back and maneuvering me until I had a face full of pillow. I tried to lift my head, but his hand was relentless, holding me in place. The sharp smack on my ass sealed the deal.

The pillow muffled my shriek of painful surprise at the sharp strike to my tender flesh. No sooner had I recovered than he grabbed me by the hips, pulling me up onto my knees, face still plunged deep into the pillow.

"Ass up, face down. One of my favorite ways to see you," he groaned in appreciation. I could almost feel his heated gaze on my curves as his hands ran lines up and down my body, admiring the curves the position created.

"For such a tiny person, you have one hell of an ass." My retort died on my tongue as his hand came down fast and sharp over my ass. Whatever words I might have come up with were quickly exchanged for sighs of delight as the warmth spread over my ass. He was less cautious than he had been before, but the fear was gone this time. This time, his strikes came down steady and strong, the warmth quickly blooming to stinging pain as my sighs turned to gasps and groans. My thighs shifted, rubbing together to soothe the ache that had situated itself directly behind my clit. I didn't even blush as I realized my wetness had dripped down my upper thighs as my arousal grew.

His strikes grew sharper, faster, stronger, as my arousal began to surge so quickly it made my head dizzy again. I ached for more, my moans turning to mewls of need as my knees gave out and I flopped down onto the bed.

"I said, up on your knees," he barked, lifting me back up until I was fully sitting on my knees, no longer bent over.

"No, bent over," he corrected sternly, but I wasn't about to listen. Not this time. I turned to the side, laying down and curling into the fetal position.

"Bent over like this?" I teased with a smirk.

With a grunt of frustration, he stood from the bed. My head shifted to the side just in time to see the way his hard cock throbbed. He might have been frustrated with me, but it was clear as day he was enjoying this. Making his way over to the table, he grabbed something I could not see, even when I lifted my head and craned my neck. Even as he strode back towards the bed, the item was hidden from my view.

His hand caressed my hair, playing with the strands for a moment before he gripped the tresses, pressing my head into the pillow. His hands moved down my arms, clear down to my wrists before lifting them up above my head, holding them in one strong grip.

The bed shifted as he moved over me, kneeling over my body. I couldn't stop myself from arching into his groin, the stinging red curves of my ass colliding with the hard feel of his cock.

The sound of clinking metal suddenly rattled through the room, giving me the urge to lift my head and look behind me.

"Don't you dare move that head, princess. Stay still." The feel of soft leather wrapped around my wrist, the handcuff quickly buckled and latched in place before he did the same to my right hand. A soft metallic click told me he had locked the two cuffs together, just moments before he lifted me into his arms, flipping me over until I could wrap my legs around his waist as he hoisted us both from the bed.

"You're coming with me, and this time, you won't be able to disobey," he growled, the promise against my lips, carrying me across the room until my back hit the wall. I barely felt him lifting an arm over his head as his kiss stole every thought from my brain, making me lose myself at the moment.

The soft clinking of metal above me drew my attention as he connected my handcuffs to a hook in the ceiling I had never noticed. My arms stretched over my head, holding me in place.

I didn't have time to think much about it as the feel of his cock grinding against my core pushed every thought from my head. I wrapped my legs tighter around his hips, trying to pull myself onto his cock.

The firm grasp of his hand gripped my throat, pushing my head back into the wall with a dull thud that had me groaning with desire. He didn't treat me like I was breakable. He treated me like a real woman, and fuck, I was into it. I didn't miss the way he looked down, watching as his cock slid into my core.

"Fuck, you look pretty wrapped around my cock, princess," he groaned, not even looking up at me as he slid inside. "Those pretty little lips wrapped around my length, stretching wide to take me in."

"Fuck, you can't talk like that and expect—" I cut off, throwing my head back as he slammed all the way in forcefully.

"I can't expect what?" he repeated my words, teasing me with his hips grinding against me, hitting spots that made me see stars. Each thrust teased my cunt, and his pubic bone ground against my swollen clit.

My eyes fluttered open, looking down at him from my position. I needed those lips on mine. I needed it right then. He obliged, groaning into my mouth, deepening the kiss before I let my teeth clamp over his lush lower lip, biting until he hissed and pulled away. "You can't expect me to be able to follow directions when you talk like that," I whispered against his lips.

His groan of arousal was music to my ears, and his hands were everywhere all at once as he drove into me over and over again.

"I can feel you tightening around me. Wrapping around me. Milking this cock," he breathed against the shell of my ear. Breath fanned, lips peppered kisses down the length of my neck as he tortured me with his touch and his words. "Fuck, you feel good." His words made me shiver.

"Maybe you'll remember that next time you spank my — ah!" I cried out, shrieking as he grabbed my face, his hips thrusting endlessly and relentlessly. His hand gripped my jaw tightly, forcing me to look at him. Dark blue eyes met mine, holding me prisoner to his pleasure, his torture, to anything he damn well pleased. And fuck me, it was hot.

"Let's get one thing clear, princess. You love me spanking your ass just as much as I love doing it. Don't you fucking lie to me." His eyes, bright with desire and lust, were my undoing. Heat coiled deep inside of me, my pussy almost rippling, clenching so fast, so tight, it made my head spin.

Gasping, my eyes locked onto his, my orgasm hovering just out of reach.

"Say it," he growled through teeth clenched tight, his effort apparent as he worked to stave off his own orgasm. His restraint was admirable, but I wasn't about to let him win. I clenched down, redoubling my efforts to make this just as hard for him as it was for me.

"Never," I hissed back at him, almost spitting in his face with my faux vitriol.

His hand shoved me back by the jaw again, the sharp thud of my head hitting the wall making me gasp as he held me there, locked into place by wall and ceiling, completely immobile.

"Say it," he bit out again.

"No," I hissed, as his hand tightened just a little more. But even as his eyes narrowed, his touch digging into my skin to the point I was sure bruises would show tomorrow, I couldn't lie to myself. I fucking loved it.

"Oh… are you afraid?" he asked, his brow furrowed as th ough he were honestly asking himself the question, instead of baiting me like the good fucking brat tamer he was.

My eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring as I sucked in a hissed breath at his provocation.

Button. Fucking. Pushed.

"So which is it, princess? Are you going to say it? Or are you a scared little brat who doesn't know what she likes?" Sharp words of feisty competition only fueled my ire — and my arousal. Deep pools of sapphire blue eyes stared down at me, arousal and delight dancing in their depths as his hips swiveled and pitched, pushing my desire to new heights. Fluttering tingles lit my entire pussy aflame as I struggled to hold my orgasm back.

It was right there. Right. Fucking. There. One deep breath, a tiny pep talk of determination, and I grasped hold of my control — barely. I was not about to give him the satisfaction of my failure.

Strong arms held me firm against the wall, but his hands shifted. I gasped as he dropped me lower, my back sliding against the cool texture of the wall. Thrusting deeper and slower, he angled my hips until my knees were bent up over his elbows. Lights sparkled and flickered behind my closed eyelids as his thrusts came quicker, pleasure radiating through my whole pelvis with every swivel of his hips. My head fell back as I hissed, the new position pulling my arms taut over my head, just to the point of being uncomfortable. And somehow, that only made it fucking hotter.

I was held there, forced against the wall, unable to move, unable to gain any leverage to manipulate my situation or position. I was trapped. Trapped by this smart-assed, slick-talking, handsome as fuck near-stranger — and right then, there was nowhere else I'd rather fucking be.

My core ached as I clenched and pulsated around his thick length, my orgasm fluttering just out of reach. One more thrust of his hips had the head of his cock hitting my G-spot perfectly, pushing me past the invisible barrier that had held me back. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, carrying me along in crashing, obliterating pleasure. The room faded as my vision lost focus and I succumbed to the pleasure he gave, or rather forced on me.

"I love it," I cried out in blissful anguish.

"Louder!" he shouted, his cock slamming into me again and again as he sought his own release.

"I love it!" I finally shouted, as wave after wave of pleasure continued to assault my senses, overtaking every thought and leaving only the experience of this moment.

"Now, say my fucking name." The deep, growling voice pushed me to the precipice and beyond, the very sound of it vibrating from his chest to my own. His hand released my chin, allowing my head to fall back. Two strong hands gripped my hips. He pistoned into me, taking me like a man possessed. And, fuck me, was I happy to be a slave to his desire. I could not think, could not breathe. Every thought and every action was completely owned by only him. Only Niko. Only Sir.

"Sir!" The word tore its way out of my mouth like a living thing, stinging my throat as his cock pounded into me over and over. He took his pleasure from me with violent, passionate effort, pushing me over the brink and into another soul-rending orgasm. Pain seared my skull as I threw my head back, hitting the wall with a loud thud that went unnoticed as his own cries of ecstasy nearly drowned out my own.

"Maddy! Fuck!" he swore, the trembling of his own body finding climax within my depths, only connecting us further.

Consciousness wafted through my mind like a fog rolling in over the early morning hills. His hand reached up and over me, though I barely noticed, as I slumped back against the cool smoothness of the wall. The sound of metal clinking above me roused me enough to open my eyes as he lifted me higher against the wall, freeing me from where I was shackled to the ceiling. My eyes fluttered closed again as he wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling me close to him, his hand splayed over my back in a protective and nurturing gesture I was emotionally unprepared for. The tears pricking at the corners of my eyes only furthered the proof of how deeply his care affected me.

His heart beat a steady, pounding rhythm under my ear as I clung to him, the movement of his body as he carried me to the bed, a soothing motion that only beckoned sleep closer. The world shifted as he lowered me to the bed and wrapped the soft sheets around me like the most comforting hammock. The pillow under my head was the softest thing I had ever felt.

Never had I felt so sated, so utterly satisfied, and so completely exhausted. I curled onto my side, finding my favorite sleeping position without thought as the bed shifted, the warmth of his body enveloping me like a lover's embrace… and I supposed that's exactly what this was. A lover's embrace. After what we had just done, I think the title was well earned, if I did say so myself.

Lips pressed against the back of my neck, his fingers tugging at my hair until he had cleared a path for his soft caresses. Cozy and satiated, nothing could have made the night better, other than a long sleep.

"Now, do you see the difference?" His voice came to me as though from a distance, exhaustion threatening to drag me over into slumber. His kisses sprinkled over my shoulder like fluttering butterfly wings, almost imperceptible. I felt the corners of his lips lift as he pressed a kiss directly on my shoulder blade.

"The difference between what?" My voice, hoarse with exertion and the promise of sleep, croaked embarrassingly.

"Kinky sex and true BDSM," he laughed softly.

I sighed heavily, burrowing further into the soft covers of his bed. For a moment, I wondered why the bedding in my room wasn't this soft, but thought better of it. Instead, I let sleep drift closer and closer towards me, happy and satiated in his arms. "Oh, I think I got the message," I finally sighed, my eyes no longer able to remain open. "Loud and fucking clear."