Chapter Five - Melina

I sank to my knees in the corner formed by a dresser and the wall, placing my hands' palms up in my thighs. I parted my knees to shoulder width and tried to calm my breathing.

When Master tangled his hand in my hair, snapping some of the strands, heat shot through my core. The silk between my legs was ruined in that one swift movement. He'd pulled me halfway onto his lap telling me where to go and what to do before he rudely pushed me off and onto my ass. I tried to stop the glare that I threw his way before crawling off.

My breath came in short bursts as the door opened and his presence filled the room like smoke. The air turned thick making my breathing even more laborious.

"Do you know why I sent you here?" His voice came from right behind me.

Deep and low, dripping with menace and lust.

I shook my head and received a slap on the ass. I bit my lip on the moan that crept up my throat.

"Use your words." His voice filled the room, the echo of the acoustics clear as he slapped my ass again.

"No, Master." I felt his breath in my shoulders as his presence intruded into my personal space. Wetness pooled between my legs again as his hand caressed away the sting of his slaps.

He suddenly retreated and the air behind me was left cold.

"Stand and face me." His voice trembled with barely contained anger and I obeyed him, standing as fast as I possibly could on the thick platforms and spun around to face him. His face was contorted with a rage that matched his voice. He walked over to an easel close to the back wall of the room and pointed. I stood still. I knew what he wanted me to do, I could feel it in my fucking bones, but I wasn't going to move until I knew why I was here.

I was only supposed to be out in the main room with them for the night, not end up in a room filled with equipment and tools meant for pleasure and pain.

He raised an eyebrow at my defiance and stalked over to me. He grabbed hold of my wrist and yanked me to him causing me to stumble.

"Get to the easel, Kitana. You won't enjoy the punishment if you don't." He growled in my ear and I shook my head. Strands of my hair caught in his stubble with the movement and his eyes widened.

"Why am I here?" I gestured around the room one-handed.

"Because you were perfect enough to make other men want you. You glared at me and now you're disobeying me." He said as he starts pulling me toward the easel. I stumbled at first then got my footing and willingly followed him. I knew the glare was going to get me in trouble.

Wait... did he just say I was perfect?

He pressed my stomach against the cool metal of the easel and bound my arms in front of me hooking them on the back before binding my legs against the foot pieces. He wasn't gentle nor was he rough. He was forceful in his movements.

I could only move my head.

"I want you to count. Loudly. If I don't hear you I add three lashes, understood?" He asked from behind me.

"Yes, Master," I said clearly. The air behind me stirred and I felt calloused hands running down my back and ass. He trailed his hands lower over the cellulite on my thighs and slipped a hand between my legs, pressing the soaking cotton of my underwear between my lips. He let out a breath in what sounded like a snort before his presence retreated.

I was hyper-aware of the vulnerability I was experiencing, I could only see the grey brick wall in front of me, knowing that if I so much as moved my head with him saying so I would only add to my list of offences.

"Thirty lashes for making another man want you. Twenty for glaring at me and another twenty for disobeying me." I felt something cool travel down my spine spreading goosebumps in its wake.

"How many lashes is that, Kitana?" A soft tap on my thigh had me doing math like crazy. I hate math.

"Seventy, Master," I said hoping I was right at my guess. It's a simple equation, I know, but try doing it while bound and unable to move, it's hard.

"Good." He stretched out the word as his chest brushed my back and I saw a piece of leather folded in half and attached to a thick black resin handle come into my field of vision.

A fucking riding crop.

"How many lashes for an unheard number?" He whispered in my ear. I shivered at his closeness as answered with the correct number. I felt his lips brush my shoulder before I heard his footsteps retreat and the soft rustle of material falling to the floor.

I held my breath, waiting for the first blow to land.

And I waited.

After a few minutes, I heard the soft tap of leather against denim and a sharp inhale. I didn't have the time to brace myself before a sharp sting on my shoulder had me gasping.

"One!" I kept my voice steady. Another sting kissed the edge of my underwear.

"Two!" I heard a growl behind me and then a rush of air behind me. Something cold slid between my hip and underwear before the material fell away. The blue piece of fabric slid down my other thigh and came to rest around my ankle.

A hum of satisfaction before another sharp sting kissed the crest of my ass.

I counted out at least fifty blows before he ran the crop down the middle of my back the welts stinging slightly. I was out of breath from gasping and counting.

By the fifty-third sting, the words refused to leave my mouth on the moan that ripped through my throat.

"I didn't hear you." The words washed over me as the tip of the handle made its way between my swollen pussy lips. I moaned and tried to push myself down on it.

"Fifty...three" I gasped out loudly feeling my thighs quivering.

"Good girl." He brought the crop down on my shoulder blade and I groaned the number. I briefly forgot where I was as I focused on the pain that sends liquid down my thighs with every bite and kiss of the crop.

"Sixty!" I yelled out as I felt an unfamiliar tugging in my lower abdomen and heat pooled between my legs.

The tap-tap of the crop against his leg stopped and his footsteps came closer. His breath washed over my neck as a finger played between my folds, the juices covering his hand in seconds.

"My, my. You are wet." He said from behind me. I moaned and fought the instinct telling me to grind my hips down on the finger teasing my opening.

"You're going to come on seventy-three. If you don't..." he trailed off and slapped his hand against the sensitive skin of my ass.

"I'll flog you till you do." I groaned at the idea but knew my orgasm was fighting to break free. I had to keep it at bay for thirteen more stinging kisses.

"If you come before that." He added, reading my mind.

"You won't come for a week. I will torture you, deny you until you beg. Until you want to use your safeword but won't because it feels too good." His words sent shivers up my spine and I was tempted to let my orgasm rip through me just to experience it. Until his words sank in. He was planning to keep me as his sub?

"Yes, Master," I said letting him know I understood his conditions when I felt the leather between my legs, I bit back the moan as he pushed it between my folds, soaking the material in my juices.

The sensation disappeared as suddenly as it came when I felt the wet material slap against my inner thigh. I whimpered.

"Sixty one."

I heard my voice start to shake as the blows continued to rain on my back, shoulders, ass and thighs.

"Seventy-three!" I cried out as my orgasm ripped through me, soaking the resin handle between my legs. He'd brought it forward and hit me right on the clit and I shattered. I moaned as I rode the waves out pressing my forehead against the easel. I whimpered as I felt his hands on my overly sensitive skin, brushing away the stinging that popped up beneath his fingers.

I felt his hands run up over my shoulders and my arms. His chest was cool against my inflamed skin and I felt his cock slide between my asscheeks and between the folds of my swollen, needy vagina.

I whimpered at the sensation, his lips brushed my shoulder and he ran his hands over my sides and closed around my breasts. I moaned and let my head fall back.

"You have an IUD?" He asked against my ear.

"Yes, Master." I moaned out before he sank his cock into me. I cried out at the invasion. He groaned into my ear and pulled out slightly bringing a moan to my lips. He pushed back in and started a rhythm that drove me insane in a few thrusts.

"Come as much as you want." He gritted out before groaning.

The words in combination with the sound of his pleasure and the full feeling in my abdomen sent me over the edge again.

His hand snaked around from my hip to play over my mound before slipping over my clitoral hood and pressing down on the swollen bundle of nerves sending another orgasm ripping through me.

I felt my inner walls grip his cock, milking the hard shaft into expanding me further.

"Fuck!" The word was guttural as his tempo increased tenfold. The adjustment sent my pussy into another clenching orgasm.

"Master!" I screamed as I felt his release deep in my womb. I felt him pull out of me and his warmth disappeared leaving the cool air to caress my scorching back.

He released me from the easel and eased me into his arms. He carried me to the bed as I entered a state of bliss, every stinging pain disappearing and becoming a sensation of pure pleasure. I moaned softly as he laid me on my stomach, the soft sheets brushing against my sides sending tingling goosebumps over my back and body. A soft squirting sound drew my attention and impossibly cold liquid pooled between my shoulders. I cried out at the cold as two slightly warmer hands started spreading it around.

"You did better than expected, Melina. Well done." His voice was soft above me as he continued spreading and massaging the liquid into my heated back.

"Thank you," I said against the sheets feeling my muscles relax and the liquid warming.

"Outside of scenes and the club, you may call me Cole." He spreads the liquid down over my ass and thighs causing me to gasp.

"Alright, Cole," I said breathing through my nose. I felt Cole move slightly and I was turned around and sat up. He took my wrist in his hand and started rubbing where I had been bound.

"Are you sure you haven't any training?" He asked as he switched wrists. I chuckled softly and shook my head.

"Orgasm denial I have practice with. My ex would finish and off he'd go. As for holding an orgasm, I practised that by myself. Helped to release weeks of pressure in a rush." I smiled at him and his blue eyes brightened.

"You took those blows like a pro. I didn't hold back either." He said as he moved on to my ankles. I leaned back on my elbows aware of the fact that my underwear was still pooled at the easel and that I was swollen and leaking come.

His eyes darted there for a moment before meeting mine again.

"I'd like to take you on as my sub. Only for a year, and we see how it goes." He said softly and I nodded in agreement.

"I think you'll have to talk to Zuri about it, though," I said as he put my feet back on the bed. He looked thoughtful and stood up walking to the easel and retrieving my underwear and bringing them back to me.

I took them from his outstretched hand and laughed at the sight of them. The right side had been split down the side with something blunt leaving the material fraying.

"Why's that funny?" He asked seeing what I was looking at.

"Gillie is going to kill me." I lift the underwear showing him the frayed edge.

"It's my first time wearing it since the fitting and she made me swear not to damage it," I explained and he grinned sheepishly.

The Dominant personality was put away for now and the man behind it was beautiful. His eyes had lightened slightly but the edge of his irises was still a dark navy blue.

"Get dressed and meet me back in the main room." He said in a hard voice, giving himself a slight shake and his eyes darkened again.

Dom mode activated.

I stifled a giggle as I stood and slid the underwear on the leg that wasn't severed. I looked at the material in my hands and tied it securely on my hip before leaving the room.