“So, slaveboy, you can’t satisfy your woman,” Shebitch commented casually as she jerked on JC’s leash to urge him forward.
“What the fuck?” As soon as the words left his lips, JC knew he had been set up. Her words were designed to make him speak. Whatever someone behind him used for punishment, it was like a hundred stinging slaps on his backside – a different sort of whip. Okay, Chasez, she wants you to lose your cool so she can abuse you. Be smart. Don’t take the damn bait no matter what it is, he told himself sternly. But what did Kristina have to do with all of this?
“Or rather you selfishly use of her body and don’t bother to satisfy her,” Shebitch amended. “When was the last time she came?”
“Tonight.” Another whack with the multi-stinging whip. “Hey, I’m just answering—“
“That wasn’t for speaking. That was for lying.”
Wisely he clamped his lips together. He and Kristina had made love before he’d left. She’d… Damn, hadn’t she come? She hadn’t even spoken to him afterwards, just looked at him with those big sapphire eyes of hers. No, ecstasy was not what he’d seen. It had been hurt and disappointment. Fuck…
“When was the last time she even had an orgasm?”
They had come to a halt. The fragrance of something woodsy wafted through the air though it couldn’t cover the odor of the musty, unused building completely. He had heard of slave dungeons before. He had no first-hand knowledge of such things however. He and Kristina didn’t subscribe to the bondage/discipline/sadomachism lifestyle. Well, at least, he didn’t. He wasn’t so sure about Kristina anymore. They had been together for two years and he’d had no clue…
“I’m waiting for an answer,” Shebitch reminded him impatiently with a tug on his leash.
What was the question? JC had gotten lost in his own thoughts. Oh! Orgasms… When was the last time Kristina… Hmm… He knew she’d had some oooh-that-was-nice ones in the last month maybe. The claw-at-his-back-and-scream kind… He couldn’t recall… Oh, God! He didn’t know!
“That long ago, eh?” Shebitch sounded almost delighted. “It’s been all about you, selfish little slaveboy.” She jerked on his leash, sending him to his knees on the cold concrete flooring. His cheek brushed soft, fragrant flesh and scratchy lace before he righted himself – not an easy task without the use of his hands.
The scent was familiar. A delicate floral with under-laid with baby powder. “Kristina…” he murmured wonderingly.
A whip came down on his already abused ass-cheeks.
“No one gave you permission to speak, slaveboy,” Shebitch barked.
Was this payback for all the orgasm Kristina failed to have? He was to be whipped like an animal from a third-world country because he hadn’t given his lover the Big O? The punishment seemed a tad harsh.
“Tonight, slaveboy, is all about what Kristina wants. Whatever she says, consider it an order. Disobey and you will be punished.”
“Kristina, what the fuck is this all about?” he demanded angrily. Dammit he was trussed up like a fucking Thanksgiving turkey, on his knees on a cold floor buck-naked, He had every reason to be mad!
JC felt the sting of the whip for his disobedience. It had come from in front of him. Kristina had been the one to reach around and hit him. He was screwed. The only person who could be relied upon to help him now held a whip – and hadn’t hesitated to use it.
“It is about a selfish, greedy boy. The man you were when we met hasn’t been around for some time.” Kristina’s usually sweet voice was hard and cold as the floor beneath his knees. “That man cared and made me feel desirable and special—“
“All he needs to know is you are in control now,” Shebitch interrupted.
Kristina shook her head. “You can’t learn from your mistakes if you don’t realize you’ve made them.”
“He’s aware, aren’t you, slaveboy?” Shebitch asked.
JC merely nodded.
“Then we will work on them, right, JC?” Kristina’s voice was more her own and he felt a gentle hand in his hair.
Work on it? Hell yeah! Just the scent of her crotch so close was making his exposed dick hard in spite of the cold. If she wanted a Big O, he’d give her one right in front of Shebitch!
“Permission to speak,” JC said quietly, respectfully. So far losing his temper hadn’t gotten him anywhere – he’d play it their way and maybe Kristina would come around.
Kristina replied, “Permission granted.”
“About the blindfold… Can you remove it?”
“I suppose.”
As the mask was lifted, it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to adjust. He immediate area was draped in deep red velvet, resembling a royal throne room. It was lit by elaborate gold candelabras, each holding several red candles. The dripping, melted wax looked like blood… Then his eyes moved to the chair and woman before him. The ornately carved chair was low and wide with red damask upholstery. It reminded him of a throne but the woman looked like no queen he had ever read about!
He had seen Kristina in various stages of dress and undress, from her business attire, to casual loungewear, and in spectacular evening dresses, but he had never seen her like this! Her torso was clad in a shiny black corset trimmed in red. Her gorgeous breasts were cupped lovingly and exposed, her rosy nipples making his mouth water. The corset suspended sheer black hose topped with black lace. Only the briefest of thongs covered her femininity. The outfit was completed by laced up stiletto boots and a small horsewhip. Hotness. She was total hotness and dangerous.
JC grew harder.
“It seems like slaveboy approves of you attire,” Shebitch announced smugly.