(Sebastian's POV)
Her body tenses against mine the moment my fingers confirm her obedience, bare and vulnerable, with that intoxicating mix of fear and reluctant need. I can feel her pulse racing under my palm, her breath hitching as I linger there, tracing slow circles around her clit without giving her the pressure she craves.
Not yet. That's not how this works.
"Good girl," I murmur again, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.
I withdraw my hand slowly, deliberately, letting her feel the loss. Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine stormy gray, wide with a storm of emotions I plan to unleash one by one.
"Follow me," I command, turning without waiting to see if she obeys. She will. The click of her heels on the marble floor confirms it.
I led her down the hallway to the private door at the end. The biometric lock yields to my thumb. The room beyond is lit only by low red sconces. Black walls, dim red lighting, a king sized bed with Iron rings bolted into the ceiling beam. Silk ropes coiled on a polished rack, a leather flogger with long, soft tails, blindfolds of velvet and satin. A sleek black vibrator already charged and waiting on the side table.
She gasped at the threshold, her breath hitched. I can see the realization dawn in her eyes. This is a chamber for punishment. For control.
"Inside," I say.
She steps in, arms wrapped around herself like that will protect her. The door closes behind us with finality, sealing out the world.
"Strip," I ordered, leaning against the wall to watch. "Slowly. Leave the heels on."
Her hands shake as she reaches for the zipper of her red dress, a simple flare thing that hugs her curves without trying too hard.
Good choice. It slides down her body like blood on silk, pooling at her feet. No bra, as instructed. Her breasts are full, nipples already pebbled from the cool air or from anticipation. Her skin flushes under my gaze, a delicate pink spreading from her chest to her cheeks. She's bare below, trimmed neatly, her thighs pressing together as if to hide the evidence of her arousal.
"Hands," I commanded.
She lifts them without hesitation, wrists crossed. I selected the crimson silk soft rope but strong enough to hold. I bind her wrists tightly, knotting them with deliberate precision, then thread the free end through the ceiling ring. One smooth pull stretches her arms high above her head, her body arching slightly, toes barely skimming the floor in those heels. Her breasts rise and fall with quick, shallow breaths.
Next, the blindfold thick black velvet. I tie it securely, my fingers brushing her temples as I pull it tight. Darkness swallows her. She gasps softly, head turning instinctively toward the sound of my footsteps.
"Sight is a privilege," I murmur, circling behind her. "You don't deserve it."
She whimpers softly, the sound going straight to my groin. I step back, admiring my work, her body on display, vulnerable, waiting for whatever I decide to give.
I trail the flogger tails down her spine, over the curve of her ass, letting her feel the suede whisper against her skin. She shivers.
I step back.
The first strike lands across her ass light, testing. The tails fan out with a soft thud. She jerks, a small cry escaping her lips.
"For the first invoice you falsified."
Another strike, harder, across her thighs. She arches, heels scraping the floor.
"For the reconciliations you manipulated."
I move to her front, flick the tails lightly across her breasts. Her nipples pebble instantly. She bites her lip, stifling a sound.
I drop the flogger, pick up the paddle smooth leather on one side, studded on the other. I start with the smooth, spanking her ass in deliberate, measured strikes. Each one echoes in the room, her skin blooming red under my hand. She cries out with each impact, her body twisting, but there's no safeword from her lips. Not yet.
"Count them," I command after the fifth. "Thank me for each one."
"Six," she gasps as the paddle lands again. "Thank you."
Her voice breaks on the words, but she obeys, but she doesn't pull away. She can't. She's mine now, signed and sealed in ink and tears.
By ten, her ass is a canvas of red welts, her thighs trembling. I press my body against her back, my erection hard against her heated skin.
Pick up the vibrator curved and powerful. I press the button once. The low hum fills the room.
Her head snaps toward the sound.
I step close, drag the vibrating tip down the center of her body, between her breasts, across her stomach, then lower, pressing it against her thighs. She flinches hard, hips bucking involuntarily.
"Stay still," I ordered.
She's already glistening, swollen, aching. I press the vibrator directly to her clit, firm and unrelenting.
She cries out, legs trembling, trying to close them. I wedge my knee between her thighs, forcing them apart.
"No hiding."
I circle the vibrator slowly, then press harder. Her hips jerk, her breathing turns ragged, desperate little whimpers escaping her throat.
I slid two fingers inside her deep and sudden. She's soaked, clenching around me instantly. I curl them, stroking that spot that makes her knees buckle. She hangs from the ropes, body shaking, moans spilling freely now.
I work her with both the vibrator relentless on her clit, my fingers thrusting in a punishing rhythm. She's close. I can feel it in the way she tightens, the way her thighs quiver.
I pull both away at the exact moment she's about to shatter.
She whimpers
"Not yet."
I unzip my trousers, free myself. I'm hard, aching, precum beading at the tip. I step behind her, bend her to my level and notch myself at her entrance.
One hard thrust.
She screams, body bowing, ropes creaking as she tries to adjust to the sudden fullness. I don't give her time. I grip her hips, set a brutal pace deep, punishing strokes that drive her up onto her toes.
My hand slides up her throat, fingers wrapping around her neck not squeezing yet, just holding. Her pulse hammers against my palm.
I tighten my grip slowly, cutting off just enough air to make her lightheaded, to make every thrust feel sharper, more intense. Her moans turn to choked gasps, body clenching around me like a vice.
"You feel that?" I growl against her ear. "This is what you stole from me. Now you pay with your body."
She can't answer only strangled whimpers as I fuck her harder, deeper, my thumb pressing against her windpipe just enough to keep her on the edge of panic and pleasure.
When I feel her start to flutter around me again, I release her throat.
She sucks in air with a ragged sob.
I drive into her one last time coming with a low groan, filling her completely. She shudders, but I don't let her come. Not tonight.
I pull out slowly, watching my release drip down her thighs.
She hangs limp in the ropes, chest heaving, blindfold soaked with tears.
I untie her wrists first. She collapses forward. I carry her to the small adjoining room I prepared, simple but elegant. A bed, a bathroom, a wardrobe already stocked with clothes. No windows or phone line just a single door with a keypad only I knew.
I lay her on the bed. She curls into herself, still blindfolded, still trembling.
"This is your room now," I say quietly. "You stay here when I'm not using you. You come when I allow it."
I removed the blindfold last. Her eyes blink open red-rimmed, dazed, defeated.
I lean down, brush a damp strand of hair from her cheek.
"Rest," I tell her. "Tomorrow the real lessons begin."
I walk out.
The door locks behind me with a soft, final click.