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Selena did as she was instructed, bracing her hands and knees on the hard surface of the desk, her feet hanging off the side and her head draped down between her shoulders, breathing raggedly as she waited for Reidan to return. She heard some more shuffling on the other side of the room, but somehow, she knew that she shouldn’t turn around to see what he was doing.
It was better this way, waiting with bated breath, her pulse pounding in her ears harder and harder with each passing second. Selena’s hands collected sweat as they pressed onto the desk, her breathing getting shallower as Reidan’s footsteps traveled back around to the area directly behind her. Her skin prickled with anticipation, goosebumps standing up on her arms and legs and ass as she heard Reidan’s breathing begin to match hers. He’s excited, Selena thought, biting down on her bottom lip to keep herself from grinning. He’s just as excited as me.
“Oh!” Selena cried out, her knees sliding a little against the wood of the desk as her body jolted forward in response to the sensation of something smacking against her ass. It wasn’t Reidan’s hand, she could tell that much. Somehow, it felt harder and softer, firmer and gentler all at once.
Reidan’s hand reappeared the next moment, rubbing the inflamed skin of her ass cheek before skimming its way up her back and then snaking around her body until it wrapped firmly around her neck.
“You like this?” Reidan whispered, squeezing her neck, just enough so that she had to work a little harder to pant as forcefully as she was before.
“Yes,” Selena whispered desperately, drawing out the word like a moan, letting her neck relax into Reidan’s grasp. “Yes, I really like it. Thank you, sir. Thank you for showing this to me.”
“You’re welcome,” Reidan said, laughing a little, sounding younger than Selena had ever heard him before. “Thank you for sharing it with me.”
Selena didn’t know what to say or do at this moment. Things had become weirdly serious, strangely genuine. It didn’t feel like Reidan was teasing her anymore or that he was playing a role. It felt like he was the same person as he was earlier in the day, in the office at his family compound.
It was honestly a little terrifying—thinking that they were the same people as they were before they stepped into the playroom, that there wasn’t a clean separation between the two worlds they inhabited. Selena blinked several times, breathing more slowly to get herself to calm down. She was tempted to say “yellow” or even “red” or “tangerine” to get Reidan to put the brakes on their play, but she stopped herself before she could get a word out. She needed to see this through. She needed to prove to herself that she could do this, even just once, without surrendering, without giving up and admitting that she really was incapable of letting go.
I can do this, she said to herself silently, arching her back to stick her ass further up in the air. I can fucking do this.
“You’re so nasty, you know that?” Reidan said, suddenly leaning over and licking the back of Selena’s neck, dragging his teeth along the top of her back until she physically squirmed beneath him. “You’re such a fucking slut.”
“Good slut or bad slut?” Selena asked without thinking, the question leaving her mouth like an unstoppable train that had to be released. At the same time, her tone was teasing, joking, if only to cover up how badly she actually wanted to know the answer to that question.
Reidan laughed, freely, like she’d said something hilarious, and she felt her whole body flush, probably going visibly red against the otherwise total blackness of the room around them. But her fears were assuaged when he pressed his lips gently against the skin behind her ear, licking lightly for a second before he whispered, “Good slut. Such a good slut. I’m so lucky to have found you.”
“Thank you.” Selena breathed in response, pushing her head back to nuzzle against Reidan’s head, her arms trembling with the effort of keeping herself up and in place. But she didn’t let up, pressing down harder on the desk to balance herself while Reidan pulled back away from her body.
Snap. Snap snap snap. Whatever tool Reidan was using smacked against her ass four times in quick succession, making her skin sing out with pleasure and pain.
“Jesus Christ!” Selena cried out, screwing her eyes shut and exhaling sharply just to keep herself calm. Even though her mind was scrambling for something to hold onto, her body was perfectly content, her ass perking up higher in the air of its own accord, wordlessly asking for more contact.
“Yeah, you take it really well. Such a fucking nasty bitch,” Reidan said before smacking his tool against her ass three more times, pausing in between his motions to let her recover.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
“What are you… what are you using?” Selena asked, turning her head to bite down onto her own arm, using the pain to anchor herself down into this moment, not letting her mind drift away into anything to distract herself from the pain and pleasure. She was a little nervous that she was breaking some unspoken rule by asking him what he was using, but she needed to know. The uncertainty was driving her crazy; she needed to be able to picture what was happening, to know what he was using to make her come apart underneath him.
Reidan’s hand returned to her neck, his teeth sinking down hard on top of her shoulder.
“Ahh! Ahh, shit!” Selena cried out, flinching under the sharp pain that was digging into her skin. Oh, God. Oh, God, I can’t fucking take it. I can’t fucking handle this. I’m not strong enough, she thought for a moment, but then the other, stronger voice inside her mind took over, inwardly berating her for her weakness. Yes, you can. You can do this. You can fucking take it. You can take whatever he gives you. What, are you going to let this man beat you? You’re going to let him prove that you can’t do something? Are you really that weak?
No. She wasn’t weak. If Selena knew anything about herself at all, it was that she was strong. She was tough. She was going to do this—if only to prove to herself that she could. But deep down, she knew it was more than that. She wanted this, for its own sake rather than as a test of her strength. She wanted to be taken apart, piece by piece by stubborn piece, until she was a pile of jelly on the desk, totally overwhelmed by the force of the sensations that Reidan was wrapping around her.
Reidan began sucking on her shoulder, pulling at her flesh with his teeth and lips until she was whining like a pathetic animal.
“Oooh, uhh, God,” she moaned out, beginning to roll her hips again in slow, wide circles that brushed up against the front of Reidan’s pants.
But after a few moments, Reidan pulled back the lower half of his body, keeping his hand wrapped around her neck and his mouth attached at her shoulder this time, before smacking the still-unnamed object against her ass three more times, harder than before.
“Shit!” Selena’s voice came out hoarse and rough, her breathing becoming harsher and harder as Reidan squeezed her neck with more force.
“It’s a whip,” Reidan said, raking his teeth down her spine, sucking along her bones before stopping right above her ass. “You like it?”
“Yes,” Selena replied, the answer leaving her mouth of its own volition. “Yes, I fucking like it. Thank you, sir. Fucking thank you. Oh, shit!” He slapped the whip against her ass another few times.
“Have you had enough?” Reidan grunted, sliding his wonderfully sharp teeth back up her spine before nibbling at the back of her neck.