Just a heads up, I sound like a real bitch at the start of this piece.
The rage inside me had started to peak. How silly of him to challenge me. He was in no position at all to get away with such liberties. His back was practically a blank canvas for me to vent some steam. He had laughed. Giggled. Smirked even, when I missed my mark with the tasseled whip. I saw his body convulse. Not in recoil from the leather, not in reaction to the sting. But with amused chortles. My eyes narrowed. I leaned in to whisper right by his ear in a low growl, toying with his skin as I did so.
You shouldn’t have done that. You will regret this.
I left his body raking my nails swiftly down his back as I went, repairing to the kitchen where the ice cubes were waiting. Preparation is my middle name when needs be. I would have to sacrifice my own comfort as well. The ice would make my fingers cold. Something I detest. But, it was for the greater good. He needed to learn a lesson. Never insult LadyP. Ever.
I promptly placed about four cubes along his spine. Just to make my point clear. Another went to the top of his buttocks, resting just above the cleft so the chill water would melt down inbetween his cheeks. My hand went to his hair and dragged his head back up to meet my sneer.
You asked for this.
Which is technically true. He was the one who filled out the cheque wanting to be tied up. He was the one who surely knew that making fun of me, when in control-mode, would not have a bright outcome. And he wasn’t protesting. I heard the hiss of his breath as the ice met his skin. It was not one discomfort and ‘bad’ pain. His body contorted mildly as the ice hit its mark, yet again he did not howl in a way that would have let me know he wasn’t happy with this.
I don’t know why I’m trying to justify my actions. This is us. Take it or leave it. This is what rocks our world. Once in a blue moon. We don’t do this every time we fuck. And we don’t go in for the ‘no fucking when dominating’ view. No point. For us. We do this because it gets both of us off and after I had untied him, cradled him in my arms, he came back from the ashes and blazed anew. With a stronger flame.
Always my downfall, untying him. I lose my control when he has his hands free. But here is when, arguably, he does his best dominating. It’s almost as if he’s reasserting his masculinity and will go the extra mile to show me that, Now it’s His Turn. He will be all sexed-up from my attention to him, the heavy-breathing and beautiful erection, heated passions flaring and it will be channelled at me, the source of his fervour. I caused it, now I better deal with the consequences. Now he’s the one with all the desire and raging lust. He takes me and it is just that – possessing me, reclaiming me as his, not the other way around.
At this point that night, the hair grasping began. He pulled. Much like I had done to him. He pulled me backward by the hair close to him. The mild aura of threat about him, he was positioned behind me and held me down as he dipped his fingers inside me. I was completely aroused by everything earlier and his switching on me had tipped me over. I was very wet. He slipped two fingers in and out effortlessly, gathering speed, adding his thumb to my clit. Making me pant like some wild thing. His other hand roved between holding my hair and generally taking advantage of my body. Reaching under me to touch my breasts and pinch my nipples then moving down to squeeze my buttocks and give them a good few deep spanks. Not the light and quick, playful ones. These were spanks of meaning. Each hit landed his hand stayed there for a few seconds, grabbing at my flesh before returning for another.
I was lost in sub-space far too quickly. He’s too good at this. I was dimly aware he had reached out for the condom and was manoeuvring my frame around him. I came to my senses and pulled my body over his and straddled him. My hair fell about my shoulders in disarray, over my eyes and onto his skin as I leaned in close to him to meet him with a kiss. Taking little nips at his lips as I went, I lost myself once more to the rocking of our two bodies together and it wasn’t long before we both were in that other mindset of pleasure.
Sometimes good things do come of mistakes. I may have missed my mark, but we both hit the right spot together afterwards. It also gives me that opportunity to have another go at sharpening up my aim in the future.
