Chapter 78 (A) 7 Days Of Punishment
Iva’s P.O.V.
Day 1 Of Punishment
The next night, I’m lying naked and my limbs are secured to the four corners of the bed in a spread-eagled position. My ankles and wrists are raw from the leather restraints, but they are the least of my concerns. My nipples are clamped again, Will made it clear that this is his favourite view.
A small vibrating ball is buried deep inside me. It’s on the lowest setting. It doesn't give me relief. It’s the worst kind of torture. It doesn't pulse or climb, it just buzzes with a relentless, weak vibration that keeps me on the edges. And it’s reminding me of what I can’t have for a week.
I’m so damn soaked.
Will is sitting on the sofa across the room, completely engrossed in his studies. He hasn't looked at me once in the last half an hour. To him, I’m just a piece of furniture he has arranged for his own satisfaction.
I’m dying to beg. I want to scream for him to turn the vibration up or just touch me, but I keep my lips pressed tight. Because he warned me before he sat down, “Not a word, Iva. If you disturb my focus, you’ll stay like this until morning.”
I clench my jaw, fighting the moan that's trying break free every time the vibration hits a sensitive spot. My breasts throb because of the clamps. The pain and the humming inside are driving me insane.
And it’s only Day 1.
I watch him as he turns a page, completely unbothered by the fact that I’m vibrating and bound only a few feet away. The humiliation of being ignored while I’m in this state is almost as arousing as the vibration itself. He is showing me exactly who is in control.
And fuck! I love it.
I close my eyes, trying to find a rhythm in the buzzing, but there is none. There is only the low hum, and the terrifying realisation that I have six more days of this ahead of me. I don’t know how I’m going to survive a week of being his toy, but as I look at him, I know I’ll do exactly what he says.
I am his desperate bitch, and this is my reality.
Day 2 Of Punishment
The bass of the club thumps in sync with the agonisingly slow vibration between my legs. I’m sitting in a plush booth at a club, dressed in a sophisticated dress that hides the fact that I am currently being filled and teased by a pair of dildo panties.
Will set them to the lowest speed before we leave the apartment. It’s a cruel pulse that keeps me in a state of unfulfilled arousal. Every time I shift my body or cross my legs, the silicone surface rubs against my most sensitive spots, making my breath heavy. But I have to act normal in front of his friends, even while I’m drowning in the need for release.
Will has draped his arm over my shoulder, his fingers occasionally brushing the 'W' on my neck. He is going to open up to his inner circle about his dream of opening a club for the first time. He told me on the way here.
"I’ve been thinking about something,” Will utters, catching everyone’s attention. "I want to open my own BDSM club. A place that’s exclusive... exactly how I envision the lifestyle should be."
I watch him as he speaks. I’ve seen that look before, the way his eyes shine when he talks about things he’s passionate about. It’s a rare glimpse of the man behind the Master, and it makes my heart swell with pride despite the torture he’s putting me through.
Sebastian leans forward, his expression serious but impressed. "I’m in, Will. I’ll invest the capital. It’s a brilliant idea."
Dominic grins, raising his drink in a silent toast. "You already know I’m already in for this since day one.”
Isabel looks at Will with wide, surprised eyes. "Wow, Will! Why didn’t you share this with us sooner?"
"I thought you guys might think it was a stupid idea.” Will shrugs.
"It’s not a stupid idea. It’s brilliant," Sebastian says firmly, placing his hand on Will’s shoulder. "Your dream is our dream from today."
I sit there, trying to act normal despite the buzzing between my legs. I’m incredibly proud of him. He deserves this, these kinds of friends and the chance to build his vision.
Even as I'm being punished, seeing the fire in his eyes makes me love him even more.
Day 3 of Punishment
By the third day, the ‘No Pleasure’ rule has pushed me dangerously close to losing control. My skin feels hyper-sensitive, and every brush of my clothes against my body feels like a provocation.
I’m sitting in a conference room for a faculty meeting at college. The Dean is droning on about department budgets, but I can’t hear a word he’s saying. I’m wearing a Bluetooth-enabled egg that Will insisted on personally syncing to his phone before he dropped me off.
Suddenly, the vibration jumps from a low thrum to an erratic pulse. I gasp, my pen slips from my fingers, and clatters onto the hardwood table.
Will, I’ll fucking kill you.
"Professor Iva? Are you alright?" the Dean asks, peering over his spectacles.
"I’m... I’m fine. Just a sudden cramp.” I give an excuse.
As I reach down to pick up my pen, Will increases the intensity again.
This man is so cruel.
I know exactly what he’s doing. He’s sitting in his own lectures, or maybe in a cafeteria, watching the app on his screen and smiling while I struggle to remain professional.
I’m trapped in a room full of people, dying for relief that is still four days away. I clench my teeth as I grip the edge of the table. He is breaking me down, piece by piece, and the worst part is I fucking love his intense control over me.