His Broken Submissive : Mercy

46 One Down

"There's my good girl," he praises.

I want nothing more than to be his good girl, to earn his praise and make him happy.

"Remember your safe word, and use it if you need it." His warning carries a weight that makes me take note. "Eyes on me."

I watch as he walks over to the closet and pulls out a broomstick. My brows furrow as I struggle to figure out what he needs that for, then I see him pick up two leather cuffs.

"Be a good girl for me and you can stay like this." He nods to the bed, no doubt indicating having my wrists tied only. "Be a bad girl, and I'll get...creative."

My gaze widens as I realize it's not a broomstick but a spreader bar. I let out a shuddering breath and nod. "Understood, Sir."

Jonathan smiles and reaches into his pocket, pulling something out before he sits next to me. The dark desire swirling in his eyes has me clenching in anticipation.

"Seeing as you did so well with the last game, what do you say we play another?" My heart flutters as excitement and dread fill me. I don't think I can handle the tally I have now, let alone add to it, but I love playful Jonathan.

"What are the stakes, Sir?" I ask, buying myself time.

"Clever girl." He grins. "If you win, I'll cut your sentence in half..."

The promise of relief has my undivided attention. "And if you win?"

Jonathan chuckles. "Bella, I win either way, but if you lose, I will punish you... less pleasurably."

My mind races as I try to decide the best path. Deep down I don't know if I can handle fifteen, six left me feeling like a newborn deer for days. That many might put me in a wheelchair!

"What do I have to do?" I whisper, half dreading the answer.

His grin widens. "Simple, no 'Sirs' today, only my name."

"But?!" I gasp. "That's not fair! During a scene, it's what I'm supposed to call you!" There's a desperate edge to my voice as I struggle to make sense of his insane request.

It can't just be about punishment. I've given myself to him for whatever he sees fit. If he wanted to punish me he could without needing an excuse.

Jonathan leans in, gently brushing the hair out of my face and cups my cheek. "I want to hear my names on your lips when you beg. I want you to whimper it... scream it as you come undone..." The hunger in his eyes has my pressing my thighs together for friction.

"Okay, Jonathan," I whisper.

"Good girl," he murmurs. "Oh, one more thing."

Jonathan dangles a black silk blindfold for me to see before draping it across my eyes. I lift my head, making it easier for him to secure it in place.

The moment I lose my sight, my other senses go into overdrive. Every nerve ending in my body lights up under his touch as he trails his fingertips across my body. He draws a road map from my throat where he checks my collar, down the valley between my breasts and south.

I whimper as he stops just short of where I want him to be. A sharp sting lands on my thigh as a crop lands on my inner thigh telling me to open. I obey instantly and gasp, feeling Jonathan slide me down, keeping full tension on my arms.

My heart hammers as I absentmindedly play with the tabs in my hands but it's not from fear. Every ounce of my attention is on Jonathan, solely focused on my Dom's needs. In this moment my mind finally quiets.

"I warned you to keep those thighs open." The dark edge of his voice makes me shiver. He trails the crop up my inner thigh and stops on my mound, making my breathing falter. "One for each time you disobey..."

"What-" my question dies on my lips as he shows me exactly what he means and brings the crop down on my most sensitive area. Instinct takes over and my thighs clamp shut as my knees jerk up to protect my core.

Jonathan doesn't miss a beat and brings the crop down hard on my behind, catching my exposed underside. I yelp and force myself to get back into position. My chest heaves with rapid breaths as I force my body to obey.

He lets out a grunt and trails the crop up my inner thigh once more and circles my exposed core. I quiver and struggle to not squirm as he almost playfully taps me with the crop, leaving me wondering when the punishment will hit. I cry out as he lands a solid crop slap right on my clit, leaving me seeing stars.

"Shhh, I know," he murmurs. I feel him cup my cheek and I lean into his touch for comfort. "You did so good, Bella." His encouragement leaves me smiling stupidly, wanting to hear nothing more than that.

Slowly my breathing goes back to normal, and I relax, waiting for what's next. Jonathan leaves me once more and I hear him rustling around in his trunk again. The floor creeks as he once again moves close to me. I suck in a sharp breath as cold leather hits my thigh and I feel him toss something onto the bed between my legs. A frustrated whimper slips past my lips as I struggle to figure out what he's doing.

Jonathan chuckles as he lifts my knee and wraps the band around my upper thigh. "So eager Bella, are you in a rush?" he teases. "I mean I was intending to give you breaks in between, but if you want all fifteen back to back-"

"God no, Si-Jonathan!" I gasp. He lets out a hearty laugh.

"Careful kitten, if I wasn't in such a generous mood that would be enough to count." Jonathan turns his attention back to his task at hand and I feel him adjust the strap, then lay my leg back down. "Look how wet you are." He runs his finger up my damp thigh before sliding it between my slick folds.

My hips buck, desperate for more, earning me another spank to my mound, making me groan. I sigh, struggling to keep myself steady. Jonathan slides something against my thigh and secures it with the band, pushing it against my core. I suck in a sharp breath as I finally figure it out.

"Look at you," he murmurs. "So smart but conflicted. Your pussy weeps for me, begging for attention..."

I gasp as the vibrator he's set up springs to life. Jonathan knows exactly what he's doing and has positioned the head right on my sensitive, already stimulated clit. I open my mouth to say something more but he ups the intensity, stealing the very words from my mouth.

"What was that, Bella?"

Focusing on anything else but the intense vibrations between my legs becomes impossible. Before long my hips shift and squirm without my permission as I focus on fighting to keep my legs open. Just when I think it's maxed he turns it up more, leaving my core pulled so tight that my back arches off the bed, feeling myself at the edge. I let out a throaty moan as the position tugs on my nipples.

"Oh god!" I cry out as he adjusts the position of the toy. My breathing becomes erratic and my heart hammers as I approach the point of no return.

"Ask." The smug satisfaction in his voice has me aching to comply.

"Can I come?!" I whimper, struggling to hang on.

Jonathan lightly spanks my clit, nearly sending me over as he clucks his tongue. "Come now, Bella, you can do better than that..."

"Pl-lease Jonathan! Oh god, please let me come!" My core quivers warning me I'm nearly out of time. "Please Jonathan, oh please let me come!"

I feel him grip the vibrator and move it against me more. He circles my clit and makes my eyes roll back in my head. "Come for me."

My body obeys instantly and I convulse through my release, unable to speak. Jonathan doesn't give me any relief and keeps the toy going to draw out and amplify each and every drop of pleasure. When he finally turns it off I sag and struggle to fill my lungs with much-needed oxygen.

"Good girl," he whispers, brushing my hair back. "One down."