Chapter 15

I delivered the first strike simply to study her reaction. It'd been a lighter and less intense strike than I'd usually give which she took well considering this was her first time experiencing a whip. After appraising her for a few more seconds, I circled my way around her, ignoring the voice in my head telling me that this was the wrong way to get the information I needed. Having always done everything by the book my entire life, even during times when I'd wanted to do something different, this was my chance to be my own man.

Still, that nagging voice in my head wouldn't go silent. Ignoring it completely, I looked over at the submissive again. She presented herself so beautifully to me that it made all the wrong things seem very right. Shelby was nervous, though. To be honest, I was feeling the same way, too. If Bob's suspicions were proven right over my own, I'd be forced to help lock away a woman I'd grown to care deeply about in such a short amount of time. A woman I couldn't go more than a few hours without thinking about. And even worse, a woman who could finally bring me to my knees, only in a way unlike those friends of mine that I knew.

"Easton," she murmured as the seconds ticked by and I didn't move to touch her in any way, much less speak to her.

"We're about to start, Shelby. Remember your safeword. You very well might need it."

She shivered as I took a deep breath. If she couldn't or wouldn't answer my questions, I'd be forced to step aside in the name of law and order. This could be the very last time I saw every inch of her perfect flesh... the last time I made her cry, whimper, and scream... and the final time I'd bring us both to a pleasure we'd only experience with one another.

I moved back behind her once more ignoring the moment or two of doubt creeping into my head. Needing to proceed, I snapped the whip a few times to dispel the nagging voice.

"I can't even count the number of times I've made you come over these weeks we've been together. All I know is that you'll never come the way I'm going to make you come tonight, Shelby."

I cracked my knuckles and straightened my form, then I sent the tail of the whip towards her skin. The moment she yelped, I knew I hit my mark. Not allowing her time to acclimate to the pain, I sent the tail flying in rapid succession as I kissed her delicate flesh with it a few more times. She cried out, but other than the occasional sway, she even held herself upright. Those cries soon turned to moans as subspace started to set in. It was the place I needed her to be, and one I wished could've been for a different reason.

"Have you missed me, Shelby?" I asked her.

"Yes," she moaned, then whimpered as I struck her again, this time getting her upper thigh.

"What have you been doing without me all of this time?" I asked, then sent the whip toward her other thigh, relishing in the sounds she made as the tail wrapped around it.

"W-Working," she quickly threw out there.

"What kind of work do you do, Shelby?"

I moved higher, this time striking her upper hip with the tail. She hissed but replied. "S-Spa."

She'd been so proud of Oasis, and I knew about it from all of our previous conversations which was why I doubted she'd risk the place she loved so much for a few quick drug dollars. Besides, the clientele was very different.

"Is that the only work you do?"

"Yes."

"What have you been doing when not working?"

"Entertaining a house guest," she responded.

These were all things I knew already. I wasn't sure whether I expected her to just blurt out that she was dealing in drugs, but if so, she wasn't doing it. I rained blows upon her skin a few more times, each time going higher until I reached her breasts. Fuck! I wanted to hold them in my hand as I ravished their hardened peaks. I didn't want to be playing this game of twenty questions, yet here I was.

"What have you and your house guest been doing?"

I kissed her nipple with the tip and she screamed, the loud piercing wail going straight to my dick. This wasn't the conversation I wanted to have with her, but my cock gave no fucks. It was as hard for her tonight as it'd been any other one with her, and even harder than those nights without her. I needed to be inside of her soon.

"I asked you a question?" I reminded her.

"Nothing. Sitting at home and... oh God," she screamed out as I struck her other nipple. "Easton. I need–"

"I know what you need," I told her as I sent the tail flying again, this time making it land beside her. The strike was close enough for her to feel the small breeze and loud enough to hear it whistle, but it didn"t provide the moment of blissful pain she needed. "I control this, Shelby. If you want more then you've got to give me more!!"

"I've been at home thinking of you, Easton. I lay in bed at night aching for your touch," she admitted when I sent the whip flying again, this time making the tail curl around her hip.

By the sounds coming from her mouth, I knew where the tip had landed. "What do you do when thinking about me?"

These questions were ones I'd much rather ask her, and as my cock continued to throb, I decided to make her feel the anguish, too. With a sharp jerk, I pulled the whip back then aimed higher, this time letting the leather wrap two thirds of the way around her before setting one of her nipples aflame once again.

"I touch myself while imagining that it is you."

She began to sob at that moment, but I ignored it. The scent of her arousal was strong in the room and the pained cries she made signaled how close she was to the edge. Once I sent her over it, there"d be no turning back. It was what she needed, though. As a Dominant, I had to put her wants and needs ahead of my own.

Shelby wouldn't be able to hold on much longer, and I didn't want her to fall out of subspace before I had a chance to sink balls deep inside of her. Most likely, it'd be the very last time I could, so I needed to take advantage of that by giving us both what we wanted.

I moved over to the table and set my favorite leather single tail down, then I removed all of my clothing. After, I quickly grabbed a condom and sheathed my cock with it. I slowed my steps as I approached her, nearly stopping as I still heard her softly sobbing. Once I took a deep breath, I came up behind her, then pulled her flush against me.

Her backside was emanating heat from her welts, and I knew she'd feel them for several days. She hissed as our bodies made contact but still leaned back into it. I snaked my hands around her, then rolled her raw buds between my fingers, drawing many other anguished sounds from her lips. I not only wanted to hear her, but see her so I ripped the blindfold away.

"God, you're such a good girl at times," I told her, then brought one hand to her neck.

In this room and at this club, she was like an angel. That was never in question. What was a mystery involved her other life, and one she would never truly let me be part of. Was it because she was simply that private? The way she grinded atop me that one night, and had come for me all the others contradicted that. It only left two other reasons.

She was obviously into me, especially since she'd confessed to touching herself while picturing me. It was nothing less than I did with her. The last option was that she was hiding something, and whatever it was could be tied to the very mission I'd been assigned to. I'd always heard what a small world this was, but if true, small was an overstatement. It was microscopic.

"Did you like the way I kissed your skin with the whip?" I asked as I nuzzled her ear, then tongued the lobe.

"Yes," she murmured.

"Let me see if it made you wet?" This time, I squeezed her throat to silence her as I slipped one hand between her legs. As I slid two fingers through her slit, I let out a groan of appreciation before praising her. "You're dripping on my fingers, Shelby."

"Always for you," she said the moment I loosened my grip on her throat.

I kept stroking her before eventually inserting those two fingers into her. I added a third and fourth, drawing several pained moans from within her as everything settled within me. While it sucked to know this was the end, there was an infinite peace I found within myself. If this was indeed over, it was time to make this memorable for the both of us.

"When this is all said and done, I don"t want any regrets. I only want your surrender. Your complete and utter submission. This pussy is mine, and tonight I plan to imprint that upon you."

"Easssssston," she cried, drawing my name out.

I released her from my hold, quickly circled around her, then lifted her legs. She wrapped them around me without me even having to give the order, and as our gazes met, I whispered three words to her.

"Surrender to me."

I then thrust fully into her. Shelby's head fell back, and while I had my hand back there, she still managed to lean even farther back which allowed me to enter her even more easily. She cried out something inaudible while shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm. Her walls tightened around me making me work harder to fuck her.

I did what I needed to do, pounding into her with a speed and intensity I'd never shown before. She came again almost immediately, but I drove her through that one and nearly into another before even remembering to breathe. I finally slowed enough to pull her back toward me. I needed to look into her eyes and see that surrender I'd wanted so badly.

Moving my hands to her shoulders, I curled them around it, then picked back up with the same punishing rhythm as before. The need to climax was growing stronger, and the burning at the base of my spine felt more like an inferno. I couldn't stop yet though and didn't. I kept slamming into her until I felt her body growing more slack. If I didn't finish soon, she would lose all consciousness. It was something the guys and I all joked about, and on any other night, I might even try to accomplish that with her.

Not tonight. I needed to see the surrender in her eyes and allow her to see mine. Knowing that, I allowed the anger within me to melt away as I fucked her. The moment of completion snuck up on me more than on her, and as I roared out in the moment of my release, she came a final time.

Tears were streaking down her cheeks, and her bottom lip was busted from her teeth as she'd bit down on it earlier. Her face was flushed, and her body slick with perspiration. She was also bleeding in several spots.

"Fuck, you've never looked hotter to me than you do right now."

That was the honest truth, and after stilling my motions, I stayed inside of her as long as I could. Realizing she needed to have her welts treated, I eventually untangled her arms and legs from around me, then stepped away. After I got myself all cleaned up and dressed, I removed Shelby from her binds, then treated the welts with numbing cream. Further instructions were given to her and after she drifted off to sleep on the bed, I took a final look at her, then left the room. I then reminded myself all the way to my car that this was the way things were meant to be.