Chapter 141

Chapter 141
“Skylar?”

I heard him call for me, shit.
“Come on, baby, you know you can’t hide forever.” I heard him say from the living room.

I walked out the side door quietly and up the stairs, quietly making my way up. Where the hell was I going to hide?
“Baby, did you think you could outrun me?” I heard him say from behind me, and I ran up the stairs. I heard him behind me.

I ran straight to Adriel’s room and hid in a corner. Shit, my heart was beating so fast. This was kind of exciting. I pulled my phone out and silenced it. I texted him.

SKYLAR: Want to play hide-and-seek?

I heard his phone outside.

ASHER: Okay, what do I get if I find you?
SKYLAR: You can punish me.

ASHER: And if I don’t find you?
SKYLAR: You don’t get me pregnant.

ASHER: Only inside the house. Send Hilda away.
SKYLAR: Do you agree?

ASHER: Yes. I’m going downstairs. I’m locking the house. I’ll give you a head start.
SKYLAR: Okay. I called Hilda.

“Mrs. Rhys?”
“Hilda, is it possible? I need the house for a few hours; could you…”
“Absolutely. Let me know when you need me,” she said, and I knew she was smiling.

After the call ended, I stood up. There was one place in this house I could hide that he wouldn’t find me; he didn’t know about it. A few minutes later, my phone vibrated.

ASHER: Hilda is gone; the house is empty.

I walked into Adriel’s closet, turned the lights off, and walked to the back. I pulled the sliding panel aside and stepped in, closing it.

SKYLAR: Come find me; you have thirty minutes.
ASHER: Ready or not, here I come, baby.

I opened the remote camera app that I had in Adriel’s room and was watching, waiting to see if he would come in here. I checked the time. I saw him walk into the room and stood looking around. I saw him pull his phone out and saw the message come in.

ASHER: I give up.
SKYLAR: Find me.
ASHER: Baby, please, I won’t get you pregnant, I promise.
SKYLAR: Asher.
ASHER: Your ass is about to be red. I watched as he dropped the phone and walked into the closet.

I kept looking, waiting for him to walk out back, but instead, the panel slid open, and he stood looking at me. He smirked at me, and I panicked. I ducked down and ran past him, laughing, and he was behind me. He caught me before I got to the stairs and started laughing.

“Let’s go, bunny, you’re in for a world of pain,” he said, hitting my ass, and I jumped.

Asher

I stood her up and took her mouth hard and fast. She moaned into my mouth, rubbing up against me.

“Naked, now. On the bed, head down, ass in the air.” She didn’t hesitate; she undressed hurriedly. I walked into the closet and returned with the cane and the rest of the toys I had hidden away. I struck her until her ass cheeks were a patchwork of red stripes, and when I finally stopped striking her, I ran my hands over her ass, feeling the heat from the welts and enjoying the sound of her whimpering. All the while, she didn’t use the safe word or any word; all she did was moan and groan.

“So fucking wet,” I said, slipping a hand between her legs and running my fingers over the outside of her soaking pussy. She groaned, pleasure and pain mixing together in one beautiful sound. I carried on rubbing her pussy, paying special attention to her clit. I cupped her chin with my free hand and used it to tilt her head up to face me, and when her eyes met mine, I leaned forward and kissed her hard, trying to convey all the passion and love I feel for her.

“Please, sir, can I come?” She moaned, with her face pressed up against mine.
“Do you think you’ve earned it?” I asked her.
“Yes, sir,” she moaned louder, obviously right on the edge of her orgasm and trying her hardest to hold it back, waiting for my permission.

“Be my good little bunny and come for me.”
“Oh, fuck,” she screamed as the orgasm took over her, and she leaned against me, shaking.
“You know we aren’t done yet,” I said, and I felt her shiver in anticipation and nod her head. “By the time we’re finished, your body is going to be a tapestry of welts and…”

“I’m yours, sir,” she said with the perfect picture of submission.
“Okay, stand up, I want to play a game,” I said, and she did as she was told.

I numbered the toys I can use to spank her from one to three: one is the cane, two is the flogger, and three is the single-tail whip. I then jotted down her body parts and numbered those too.

“Okay, pick a number between one and three.”
“Three, sir,” she said confidently.
“Three is the whip,” I said, picking up the single-tail whip and enjoying the look on her face.
“Now, a number between one and six,” I told her.
“Three, sir,” she said.

“Three is your ass. You have two options. We are going to decide how many lashes you get. You can let me choose, or you choose.” I gave her the options and wondered how she would choose.
“You choose, sir,” she said instantly.
“Twenty lashes with the whip on your ass. I’ll start softly so you can get used to it.”
“Yes, sir.”

“Stand facing the wall with your hands on the wall above your head, and we will get started,” I ordered her. She walked over to the wall and stood in the position. I walked up behind her and gathered her long silver hair together and placed it over her shoulder.
“I love you,” I said, giving her neck a quick kiss before stepping back.
“Remember to count,” I said.
“Yes, sir.”

I started off gently, with each strike getting a little bit harder but still only making her gasp, and then she counted. The sixth strike was considerably stronger than the first five. She screamed loud and long.

“Remember, you can get me to stop at any point; just say the safe word, bunny,” I said, reminding her she has a way out.
She just shook her head; she was determined.

I let her recover after each strike, allowing her time to scream and steady her breathing before I struck her again. She had stopped counting, and I didn’t mind because I knew she was now focused on the pleasure of it and not the pain. “That’s all; you took them all,” I said.
She turned around, and I saw that there were tears streaming down her face. I moved toward her and wiped the tears from her eyes before wrapping her in a hug.

“You did good, bunny,” I said, pulling back from the hug and kissing her forehead.
“Thank you, sir,” she said with a shaky smile.