Chapter 65 No safe words
It was my first whip session.
Without a whip. In place of those leather whips I had seen on the internet pages, it was Draki’s punishing hand.
My cheeks were wet and sticky with tears. My teeth clenched as my fists gripped the sheets tightly.
He was a dark god exacting punishment upon his errant devout.
I sucked in air, trying not to make a sound every time his hand came down on my thighs, just below my butt cheeks.
You like pain.
He was right, because not once did it cross my mind to whisper the word chocolate. My safe word.
Just like that day he made me crawl for them, I was curious. I wanted to see where this road led. How far he could carry this and how bad things could get for me over the next twelve months.
So I maintained my position. On my knees and elbows, butt cheeks in the air as he rained down fire on my thighs.
Ballet may have corrupted me after all. Although I did not exactly water at the mouth at the idea of pain, I did not flinch either.
In my twenty-four years of ballet, I had bruised every part of my body that there was to bruise; toe bruising, blisters, split shin, and even a broken toe.
But it was all worth it in the end, not the awards or celebrations, but the more intimate feeling of exhaustion after each practice.
A sore-sweet feeling of exhaustion so deep it sent tickles around my body.
Stronger on those days when I stayed at the academy till late at night, repeating the same move over and over, bruising my skin every time I fell, but getting right back up after crying.
The feeling around my body now was similar, better because the tears made me feel clean. Made my body lighter.
Finally, the hand stopped.
Draki exhaled loudly behind me, and his bare feet sounded soft against the polished wood floor as he walked around the bed to stand in front of me.
“How do you feel?” His voice was kind, sweet. Just like those times he bathed me in the bathroom, checked my body and massaged me.
“Fine.” My voice was hoarse.
Out of the side of my eyes, I caught Hale shifting in the armchair by the door. But his eyes hooded, expression unreadable.
“You did not use your safe word.” Draki squatted before me now, and gently ran his fingers through my hair, pushing it back from my face.
I was still on all fours, the back of my thighs on fire.
“No.”
This… his hand in my hair would always feel so good. I could not resist leaning into that hand now as his tender strokes regulated my heart beat, and slowed my breathing to a normal pace.
“May I ask why?” His voice, his eyes were gentle. Far from the usual snarls and irritation.
I made no response for a bit. What could I tell him?
That spanking hurt like hell, but then the stinging bites of it morphed into bubbles of sweet, tingling sensation?
That right now I was so wet from the effect of it, from the pride in those silver eyes as he looked at me.
That the tears made me feel clean, lighter, and brought the world into sharp focus.
That even as I wondered if my skin broke, I was struggling not to think about how badly I wanted his mouth on my pussy again.
“Because I promised.” I said finally.
His brows furrowed.
“I’ll do anything you want me to.” It was the truth. I did not know it in that cave, but I would do anything this dragon asked of me.
It was a compelling urge I could not resist.
He groaned now as Hale rose from the armchair.
“My pet." He placed a lingering kiss on my forehead. "You have no idea what those words do to me wherever you say them.”
He pulled away.
“On your back.”
I unclenched the sheets, and let my body fall onto the bed.
Hale stopped by the bed, and knelt by my head's side, eyes locked on mine.
“How much longer do we have?” I whispered.
He leaned it to kiss my cheek, sticking his tongue out to taste the salt of my tears.
I sighed, aching to touch him, to feel his cheeks and run my hands through that silky hair. But I clenched my hands by my side instead.
With him, I only deserved the things he gave. I had lost all privileges of taking anything for myself.
“We have enough.” He responded finally, running his nose across my temple. “I had no idea you could be so good, so brave.”
A small smile tugged at my lips.
I was about to point out that although I wasn’t being good when we first met, I had been doing something very brave, but Draki stepped out of the closet and I sealed my lips.
He walked over to us, and stopped beside Hale. His fingers disappeared in the fine silver hair, and traveled down his neck.
“What did you think?”
Hale smiled and glanced up at him. “That you’ve finally met your match?”
Draki threw his head back in a real laugh, a sound that I had never heard before.
It sounded like it came from deep, deep in his stomach.
My heart kicked. And a weird warmth spread in my chest as my head contracted with a very odd sense of déjà vu.
“I thought Finn was my match.” He responded finally, and my body stiffened.
Hale turned around, immediately noticing my reaction as he was closest to me.
If Draki noticed, he said nothing. He pushed some type of black velvet material into Hale’s hand.
“Do you trust me, fairy?” Hale whispered, and I blinked quietly.
Was that even a question?
“Close your eyes.”
I did, and felt him leaning closer.
Soft, soft velvet kissed my skin, draping across my eyes as Hale lifted my head from the bed.
Clasp. Blindfolds.
I was now lying in darkness. Immediately, my mind was transported to one of the earlier dreams I had when I first came here.
“Lift your legs, pet.” Draki’s voice came from the foot of the bed. “I want your knees facing the ceiling.”
I moved my legs, bringing my heels towards my bruised thighs on both sides.
Instantly I felt exposed, especially naked like this, with nothing but goosebumps covering my skin.
“I still owe you an orgasm. Then you and your Alpha can be on your merry way to your appointment.” His voice was teasing.
I heard footsteps, and then the sound of wet, smacking lips. They were kissing.
Despite being unable to see them, my body was reacting to it. My nipples puckered as they groaned, and moaned, in a kiss that seemed to last an eternity.
Finally, Draki’s voice, right by my ear. “How many minutes should we set, mon amor?”
My body jolted at the surprise of his voice.
“Three minutes should do.” Hale responded, his voice devilishly teasing.
I recognized that tone. These men were up to no good.