“Wanted me to what?” I slide the handle—just the tip—inside her, shallow, teasing.
“To fuck me,” she groans, pushing back for more.
I withdraw it abruptly. “Liar. You wanted control.” Another strike, this one on her thigh, then her ass again. Her cry is pure heat now, pain twisting into pleasure.
“Tell me the truth,” I command, voice a whip itself.
“I wanted to manipulate you,” she confesses in a rush, body quaking. “To find your weakness... to turn the tables.”
There. The crack. The truth laid bare.
I set the crop aside, climbing behind her. Still clothed, my erection strains against my pants as I grip her hips. “Honesty earns mercy.” I slide two fingers into her soaking heat, curling them to hit that spot that makes her keen. She’s molten, clenching around me.
“Did you really think you could seduce me into submission?” I taunt, thrusting my fingers deep, thumb rolling her clit. She moans, loud and unrestrained, rocking back.
“It was... worth a shot,” she gasps, defiance flickering even now.
I chuckle darkly, adding a third finger, stretching her. “Admirable, futile.” I pump harder, feeling her walls flutter, her climax building. She’s soaking my hand; the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.
Then, I flip her onto her back, bound hands overhead, blindfold still in place. I lean down, mouth hovering over her breast. “Your body betrays you, piccola. It’s mine already.” I suck her nipple hard, teeth grazing, while my fingers plunge relentlessly.
She arches, crying out, “Nico... please...”
“Who owns this pussy?” I demand, free hand pinching her other nipple, twisting just enough to edge pain.
“You,” she sobs, thighs trembling. “Fuck, you do.”
I reward her with my mouth lower, trailing fire down her stomach. I spread her wide, breath hot on her core. “Beg for my tongue.”
“Please,” she whispers, broken. “Taste me... make me come.”
I devour her then, tongue flat against her clit, lapping hungrily, fingers still buried deep. She thrashes, moans escalating to screams, teetering on the brink.
And I stop. Pull away entirely.
She whines, hips chasing nothing. “No... Nico, don’t?—”
“Lesson one: Denial is the ultimate tease.” I untie the blindfold and restraints, massaging her wrists, her reddened skin. She’s a wreck—flushed, slick, desperate.
“What’s lesson two?” she rasps, eyes glazed with lust.
I stand, adjusting my aching cock. “Endurance. Take a shower. Get dressed. Dinner awaits. Behave, and later... I’ll ruin you properly.”
She glares, but beneath it, submission simmers. Exactly as intended.
As she heads for the bathroom, I reflect on what I’ve learned from this encounter. Her desire for me is real, not entirely manufactured. Her body’s responses were too genuine, too uncontrolled to be faked. But her mind is still fighting, still plotting, still looking for weaknesses to exploit.
It’s a dangerous combination—genuine physical desire paired with strategic calculation. In some ways, it makes her more dangerous than before. A woman who is merely playing a role can be exposed when the performance falters. But a woman who genuinely wants you even as she plots against you? That’s a far more complex threat.
Half an hour later, I’m adjusting my tie, watching her in the mirror as she smooths her dress and fixes her hair. The marks from the crop are hidden beneath her clothing, but she’ll feel them with every movement.
“Ready?” I ask when she’s presentable again.
She meets my eyes in the mirror, and something has shifted in her gaze. There’s a new wariness there, a new respect, but also a deeper resolve.
“For dinner? Yes.” She turns to face me directly. “For whatever game comes next? We’ll see.”
I smile, appreciating her resilience even as I plan how to dismantle it. “It’s not a game, Lea. It’s an education.”
