Chapter 46: Ready to Play

The first strike landed, a whisper-soft stroke across the top of her back. There was no warning making Kai gasp and pull against the cuff restraints. The sting of the leather disappeared almost immediately, she let out a breath, gods she had missed this. Then another strike came, sharper, this time across her ass reigniting fire over her skin. More lashes rained down on her skin never in the same place twice in a row. Across her shoulders, her butt cheeks and the tops of her thighs. She slumped against the padded cross, surrendering to the rhythm as the strikes built in intensity, each one layering pain and pleasure until the distinction blurred. There as a clatter on the floor behind her, Duke’s hands ghosted across her skin making her whimper and writhe with need. One hand trailed up between her legs spreading the wetness that was leaking from her pussy across her thighs before two fingers plunged into her.

“So fucking wet,” Duke growled against the shell of her ear, “You are so beautiful in red. I bet i could make you cum from the pain alone. You’re such a pain slut aren’t you?”

“No.. Ugh.. Yes,” his fingers were twisting and scissoring inside her making it difficult to concentrate. He gripped her hair and pulled back hard, sting on her scalp adding to the delicious burn of her lashes, “Sir.”

“You don’t sound confident about that. Which is it? No you wont cum or yes you will?” Duke slid another finger into her making her pant and her muscles tighten. She was already close to the edge of an orgasm but she knew there would be a punishment if she did without his permission.

“Yes I'm a pain slut sir,” Kai was breathless desperately trying to hold herself back. She tried to shift her hips forward away from his fingers but he merely hooked them inside of her pussy, pulling her hips back, “No i wont cum, Sir.”

“I bet you will,” he was openly laughing at her now, “The way your pussy is trying to strangle my fingers tells me how close you are,” he stroked her inside walls going faster and applying more pressure with each sweep of his fingers inside her, “Don’t hold back Angel, let go.”

Kai tried to suppress the whimpers as they escaped her, but Duke held her head back, stretching her throat and making it impossible. She tried to shake her head, denying how close she really was, when Duke started to remove his hand completely from her body.

“Oh i bet you will. So lets play a game and see how long you can hold out,” Duke had moved away from her again, “Lets see if you can hold out for 10 minutes. If you can i will give you anything you want. If you can’t,” he stepped back in pressing his whole body against her back and wedging her against the cross, grabbing fistfuls of her ass in his hands, “This ass is going to be mine.” He gave her ass a rough squeeze making her cry out before feeling him retreat again, “Ready to play Angel?”

“Yes sir,” she barely had the words out when a sharp crack reverberated through her, heat blooming beneath the impact across her backside. It took a second for Kai to recognize the string, it was a riding crop. Her moan was half a sigh, half a plea. Duke chuckled, running his fingers over the reddened skin, soothing the point of impact before striking again, this time on the inside of her thighs.

Strikes rained down on her skin, each strike coming faster and with more sting than the last making her pull with her arms and legs, desperate to get away from them. Every nerve in her body was stretched taut, straining under the push and pull of sensation. Heat bloomed over her skin where the crop had kissed her—sharp, stinging, then fading into something molten, something dangerously pleasurable. Her muscles trembled, locked between the instinct to escape the sting and the unbearable need to chase the high it sent through her.

Her breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, her chest rising and falling as the pressure coiled low in her belly, winding tighter with every deliberate strike.  It must have been the 20th strike she didn’t know, straight to her pussy lips making her scream and her body to jolt up onto the tips of her toes. Her fingers curled into fists against the restraints, nails biting into her palms as another sharp crack sent fire licking up her spine.

It was too much but also it wasn’t enough.

Her body arched, desperate and wanting, trembling on the precipice. Every inch of her was alive, hyper-aware of the pain, the pleasure, the way they twisted together until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. The burn of the crop, the ache of restraint, the unrelenting pulse between her thighs—it was all pushing her higher, pulling her toward the edge where control shattered and only surrender remained.

The last strike landed—precise, blistering, unbearable right against her clit—and it shattered her. A white-hot explosion of sensation surged through her, ripping her apart and piecing her back together all at once. The pain and pleasure collided, a perfect storm that sent her spiraling into oblivion. Her body convulsed, helpless against the restraints, back arching as waves of ecstasy crashed over her, relentless and all-consuming. Her breath hitched, then broke into a strangled cry, every nerve set alight, every muscle seizing in bliss so intense it bordered on agony. She was lost in it, drowning in the unbearable sweetness of surrender, trembling as the aftershocks pulsed through her, leaving her boneless, spent, and utterly undone. She’d wanted this. Needed this. The pain transformed into something electric, a tether between them that pulled her deeper into the abyss of sensation.

“I guess you won, you made it 12 minutes,” Duke’s voice came right next to her ear, steady, grounding. "Breathe for me."

She obeyed, slumping against the cross, floating. Duke’s hands were on her, gentle now, grounding her with soothing touches and whispered praise. Freeing her feet and then her arms from the restraints of the cross. He didn’t let her fall, sweeping her up into his arms immediately and walking to the bed, laying her down gently. She had given him everything, and in return, he had brought her to a place beyond words. And she had never felt more free.

“I promised you anything you wanted if you won,” Duke cooed leaning over, resting his elbows on either side of her head and threading his fingers up into her hair, “What do you want Angel?”

“Can I save it for another day sir,” she gave him a soft smile tilting her face up to brush her lips against his and rolled on her side partly lifting her burning ass off the sheets. Running her own hands up the backs of his biceps and up to grip his shoulders, anchoring herself to him.