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“You will not be fucking me tonight.”

I sighed, lying on my stomach, wrists and ankles tied to either side of the bed. “I don’t know of any night where I’ve been allowed to fuck you so that is not a surprise.”

The painful glide of soft and buttery leather cut across my skin. I hissed in response while Belladonna stuck out her lower lip, clucking her tongue in disapproval. “Are we feeling a tad bit bratty today? Or are you just really in the mood for pain.”

I sucked in a small breath. “Got to keep things interesting.”

Another snap of the leather came down on me. The tails biting into my skin before being soothed by the soft fur that ran along the edges of each of the floggers tails.  “Oh, dear heart. You spoil me.”

Belladonna walked around me, her heels particularly high today. They clicked smartly across the marbled floor as she circled me in nothing more than leather straps around each thigh and small bits of black lace that covered the parts I wanted to see most.

“Eyes up,” she commanded, another snap of the flogger running across my naked back. I was positioned on my belly, my head craned to the side to see even a little bit of her.

“I can’t turn my eyes more up than they already are,” I told her.

She grinned. “Cheeky.”

Slap slap slap

I grimaced in pain. The last one had come across my buttocks, the tips of the leather wrapping around my balls.  Belladonna was in a playful mood today it seemed.

“Now, dear heart. While I love to see your skin get all pink and flushed, I also feel as if you are denying me.”

I almost asked her how I was possibly the one to deny her given how aching and swollen I was, but I didn’t think I would be able to catch my breath after another hit. She had this uncanny way of making every nerve I had on fire. Lighting up my back and thighs and making me want to beg for more.

“This is really punishment for me,” she said, suddenly so very close to my ear. I could feel the points of her breast dragging across my back, running over the welts she had lovingly painted on my skin. “Do you know why you’re being punished, dear heart?”

I didn’t. I actually really didn’t. I had come to Belladonna’s like I did most evenings and she greeted me at the door with the flogger in hand, pale skin on display.  Frantically, I racked my brain, trying to think of what slight I could have done to cause such a thing. I hadn’t seen her in a few days but that wasn’t particularly abnormal for us. Belladonna was busy. Mostly with being a Baron. And she refused to give up some of her contracts from the Pleasure District as well. I didn’t know if I had even had time to commit such a crime in her eyes.

“Your silence tells me that you don’t understand.” Her tongue darted out, licking a long stripe down my spine. I felt all the blood I had rush to my cock, my head becoming woozy as I tried to grind myself down onto the bed. She had made sure to put a soft pillow beneath me, however. Giving me absolutely no relief.

“Bella…” I whined.

She pulled away from me. “What was that?”

“Mistress,” I breathed. I could feel my cheeks heating up. My body shivering in discomfort.

“Good boy,” she murmured. It didn’t stop the flogger from coming down on me once more, dragging across the already red skin and causing me to cry out.

As if to soothe me, Belladonna was suddenly straddling my back. The wet heat from her pussy dragging across me. “Now, my little muse,” she whispered. “Do you need me to explain to you why you are being punished? Be honest.”

“Yes,” I groaned. Her hips were rolling in soft circles, rubbing up against me and yet never allowing enough pressure.

“What are you supposed to do when you see me again after three very long days?”

“What?” I gasped. I just wanted some sort of friction. Some sort of relief.

“What. Are you. Supposed to do. After not seeing me for three days?”

I had no idea what she was talking about. We of course had set up several rules and regulations for our time together. Ways that we were both comfortable. Safe words. Boundaries. Appropriate and approved punishments. But I couldn’t remember ever talking about what we were supposed to do after three days other than…. Oh. Oh shit.

“Ask if I may kiss you,” I told her.

“Mmmm,” she hummed, draping herself completely over me to begin nibbling at my ear. Her fang nicked me and she sucked at the bead of blood that bubbled to the surface. “And what did you do?”

“I… I didn’t ask.” I had just kissed her. A small peck on the lips as I walked inside, my arms full of the things she had asked me to pick up for her from Hazel’s shop.

“You didn’t ask,” she breathed, licking the shell of my ear. “And now, you’ll be punished.”

The cry that erupted from me was sharp and sudden as she pushed off of me and began flogging me with earnest. She kept each strike steady, building a dizzying rhythm that had me squirming against my restraints. I could feel my heart thud against my chest as she focused on my lower thighs, ensuring that I would not be able to sit for the next week or so. But my mouth salivated. Wanting more. Wanting to get to my knees and kiss her feet while telling her ‘yes, mistress’ and ‘whatever you wish, mistress’.

“Oh, you are lovely,” she breathed. I could hear the hitch in her own voice. The one that said she was very pleased with the way the blood was rising to my skin. I heard the flogger drop to the ground and the bed dipped as she crawled near me. Reaching beneath me, she pulled the pillow away, cupping my weeping erection as she laid against my back, grinding herself against my ass.

“I want nothing more than to sink my fangs into you, my heart. Suck the blood from this cock of yours and savor such sweetness.”

I cried out at the thought, the image of her between my legs, feeding from me such a potent thought in my mind.

“Would you like that? Never getting your own release but letting me nourish myself with your body?” I could hear the hiccup in her voice. She liked the thought of it as well.

Squirming against her palm, I felt the tears begin to gather in frustration in my eyes as I bucked my hips against her, my back burning. I felt her gasp behind me, her tongue swiping across the crisscrossed marks of my back. Then, just as she gripped me tight, she leaned into my ear.

“Cum,” she commanded.

And I did, spurting all over her hand in a messy heap while my body bucked and shuddered. Belladonna held me through it all.

Afterward, as she unchained me, I rolled to my back, looking up at her with blurry eyes. Blood marked her belly and her breasts as she licked her lips.

“Look what you made me do,” she pouted. “I was supposed to be punishing you.”

“Sorry,” I said with a raspy voice.

“No matter.” Her smile told me that this was no the end of it. “I’ll just have to gag you next time while I fuck that delicious little ass of yours. Now, go wash up. I’ll pour us some wine and you can tell me about your week.”

As she sauntered away, I let my head fall back against the pillows. She was going to be the death of me.