I slid my thumb from her mouth.
“Yes, sir.”
Scarlett might be my little brat, but right now, she would be my good girl. I knew what she wanted most in the world was to hear me give her praise. And if she took her punishments like I’d told her to, she would.
Twenty
Drake
When I let go of her, she slid off me, leaving a trail of kisses down my chest as she bent over me. Her tongue curled around my cock, licking up her arousal. I couldn’t stop staring at her. The way her mouth parted and her tongue darted out. And when she covered my dick with it, that was fucking everything.
She sat up and turned around, getting up on her hands and knees in front of me after she’d cleaned me. I slid off the bed, picking up the crop before I ran it over her behind, watching her shiver from its touch.
“Safe word, Scarlett.”
“Red.”
“Good girl.”
The little sigh she let out had me smiling, not that she could see.
“Keep your eyes on the headboard.”
She centred her gaze on it, adjusting her hands and knees so she was more comfortable. I gave her a light tap with the crop, signalling I was going to start. I watched her suck in a breath. Then I laid into her, sending the crop sailing through the air. The smack as it struck her skin was so fucking satisfying. She exhaled on the first strike, her fingers curling into the covers. They were the only outward signs of the pain it had caused her. But I knew my little wisp liked it. She thrived on it.
The crop smacked against her skin, again and again, painting her behind with red marks. I was gentle at first, but the strikes got harder, leaving darker marks each time until they turned into little welts. Her breathing was heavy, and she kept making these little whimpering noises, but not once did she tell me she didn’t want it. She didn’t tell me it was too much or to stop. She knew she could, but my girl was so fucking brave and strong.
When her behind was suitably red and raw, I moved to her thighs. Then she cried out, lurching forward after I pulled the crop back. I ignored her new sounds of pain whilst I continued to punish her skin.
“Fuck,” she yelled a minute later, her elbows buckling.
“Too much for you, little wisp?” I asked, pausing for a moment whilst she caught her breath.
She shook her head before resting it on her hands.
“No. No, it’s not.”
I ran the crop over her raw skin, making her hiss.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m not going to lie. It fucking hurts, Drake, but I want it. I want you to make me scream from the pain.”
I removed the crop and leant down, pressing a kiss to her abused skin.
“I’ll make it better afterwards. Good girls get to come.”
She trembled as I pressed more kisses to her red, welted behind. And to reward her for being such a good girl for me, I slid my tongue along her rather wet little pussy, curling my tongue around her clit a few times.
“Oh god,” she whined.
“God isn’t here,” I murmured. “Just Death and he isn’t remotely merciful.”
That only made her moan more as I continued to lick her clit. She pressed back into my mouth like it was instinctual to seek me out. I curled my free hand around her hip, holding her in place.
“You’re… you’re going to make me come if you don’t stop now.”
I pulled back, watching her raise her head from her hands and take a long breath.
“Is pain your drug of choice, little wisp?”
“Yes, sir.”
I straightened, gripping the crop in my fist and getting ready to start again. My fingers released her hip. I stood back, giving myself room. The first strike across her thigh made her cry out as if she wasn’t ready, but she gripped the covers and kept her eyes on the headboard.
Such an obedient little brat.
The crescendo of her cries grew louder as I continued to assault her red skin with the crop. She’d told me to make her scream. I hit her harder, making welts appear on her thighs. I didn’t want to break her skin, but I was getting close to doing so.
“Fuck,” she screeched, lurching forward again as I hit a particularly sore spot for her. “No more, please… please, no more.”
I ran the crop over the seam of her pussy, coating it in her arousal. It glistened when I pulled it away. I moved closer and shoved it in her face.
“This says otherwise, little wisp. You want me to hurt you.”
“I hate that you’re right.”
I dropped the crop and knelt on the bed instead, leaning over her and kissing her shoulder.