“Role play?” I asked cocking my head to the side and looking past Christian’s dark devilish gaze to see the conflicted look that lasted only a second.
“Yes, I have a few ideas”
He reached his hand towards me and fondled my breasts, forgetting that my hands could not move I tried to touch him too and I get yanked backwards.
He laughed about it and there was pure desire in his eyes.
“Want to play a sex addict? Who is also a sadist?” He asked.
Sadist, I turned to the wall of his tools, everything you needed for a BDSM was in here, everything a sadist needs. I didn’t want that.
“Jenna, my love… I gave this life up a long time ago” he stated smoothly seductively, as he read the look on my face.
“But you didn’t clear everything out and turn the room into a library” I said, accusation was thick in my voice.
“No, I guess I didn’t do that” he said with that same smooth tone.
I glared at him, sending him a message. For the first time he frowned and that smug smile got slapped away from his face.
“You know I’m loyal to you, I didn’t keep this because I wanted to bring a psycho bitch here and cut her..”
“Have you brought a psycho bitch here before?” I asked him, my eyes widening.
Christian hardly ever lied, he just steered away from the truth sometimes.
“Yes, I’ve brought psycho bitches here before” he said.
Holy fuck.
“Did you cut them?” I asked him, trying to keep that look of horrow from floating to the surface of my face.
“They asked for it, they wanted it, they craved it”
“How many?”
“Jenna…”
“How many?!”
“A few… A week. I didn’t keep count ”
A few a week, probably ten of twelve a month… Jesus.
“Were they part of your submissive or you cheated on your submissives?”
“I wouldn’t call it cheating, Jenna. We had a contract, not a relationship. They wanted to be controlled, I wanted control ”
I felt the doubt creeping up my throat.
“Did you chain them to this wall, just as I am?”
“How did we stray from our__”
“Christian!”
“Yes, I used the chain” he said in defeat.
“You said you wanted control… Is that why I’m tied here?”
He chuckled and shook his head.
“Jenna, you’re a far cry from submissive, you do whatever you want to do, all the time, not because I told you to do it. Why you knelt on the cushion without moving wasn’t because I told you to do it but you wanted to”
I started to feel less angry at him. He was right, I could tell him to go fuck himself.
He neared me and he brushed his lips along mine, without kissing me. Then he went to my jaw and placed kisses there.
“So what would it be my love, sex addict who is also a sadist?” He asked me, his warm breath crashed against my ear.
I shivered.
Her brought his mouth back to my lips and bit on my bottom lip.
“I don’t want the flogger” I admitted glancing at that thing.
He raised a brow and he didn’t look to happy.
“But I need to… I need to hurt you just a little”
I should be thrashing against him from what I just heard, I should be fighting to be free but instead, between my legs began to water.
I swallowed hard.
“I could use my belt” he said softly, how could be so calm in this situation.
“You’re really upset about the joke that much?” I asked him.
He nodded his head, showing me just a second of vulnerability and sadness before it snaps away and is replaced with a seductive smile.
I wasn’t surprised, Christian had so many of his emotions locked under that mask and the only person that ever gets to see all is me I don’t even want to see most.
“So you accept?” He asked with bright eyes.
I shrugged.
“No, I want to hear you say it”
“It was really a bad joke so yeah, I accept whatever this is about”
He searched my eyes for a moment before rushing to the side of the room and bringing a key he used to unlock my hands. He pointed to the bed without saying anything and I walked to it.
I stood in front of the bed without climbing it.
“Place your belly on the bed and keep your legs on the floor” he said sternly, he was not faking this harsh tone.
I laid my belly on the bed, keeping my waist on it too and my legs touched the floor.
I heard him taking off the rest of his pants and the buckled of the belt jiggle. I held the sheets really tight and I braced myself for anything that was coming. I was crazy all for not running.
I felt his hand squeezing my ass cheeks, the left on then the right. He squeezed them softly and gently, kneading them.
Then his hand was gone and what I felt next was white hot pain.
I cried out and tried to turn around.
“Do I have to tie you?” Christian asked, his voice was far from gentle.
“No” I cried.
“Good, don’t turn around or you’ll tempt me to start all over again”
He brought his firm hands down and started massaging my ass again. Then his hand left and the hard leather slapped against my skin, stinging me and feeling as if the flesh was being pulled out.
I cried out again and my body began trembling, the next one he didn’t touch my ass before bringing the belt down on it. O cried no less and bit down on the bed, then it landed once again and I felt like I was going to pass out from the pain.
I heard the metal buckle of the belt clink against the tiled floor as Christian threw it aside. I felt his strong hands behind me, spreading my legs open then spreading my nether lips… Pleasure like I had never felt before shot through my body as he pushed himself into me with a moan.