A lesson? He can’t be serious. I haven’t done anything to him in order for him to do anything to me. Let alone tease him.
“Get off me.” I’m not doing this with him.
“Don’t think so, baby.” Chuckling, he braces himself over me with one arm and slides the hand of the other up to stroke my cheek. The simple touch has me parting my lips on a breath. He’s never done that before. “You’ve been a very bad girl strutting around this clubhouse without a care in the world wearing these little outfits of yours.”
My workout clothes?
I open my mouth to snap at him but don’t get a word in edgewise before he moves. A shocking squeal slips past my lips as Bane rolls to a sitting position bringing me with him until he has me over his knees.
“Bane.” I gasp when everything comes into focus, and I realize what’s happening.
Whap.
I freeze up with the first smack to my ass. A stinging pain shoots through me as he proceeds to do the same to my other cheek.
“Bane,” I screech, not anticipating this reaction from him. He’s never spanked me.
Whap.
Bane smooths the area with the palm of his hand, and it takes everything in me not to moan out. No one has ever spanked me, but the sting of the pain with each smack to my ass becomes more pleasurable. The inside of my running shorts are becoming soaked with my juices, and I want nothing more than for him to stop playing in order to fuck me.
As if reading my mind, Bane grips the back of my shorts and yanks them down.
“Duchess, you’re already soaking wet,” he says approvingly, running his fingers along my sopping folds. “I’m betting you want me to sink my cock deep inside this tight pussy of yours, don’t you?”
“Mhmm.” I don’t think I can actually form a coherent word at the moment. Not when his fingers are toying with the entrance to my sweet spot. I’m not sure I even want to.
Suddenly I find myself planted back on the bed and Bane straddling me while holding my wrist in one hand and undoing his belt with the other.
“What are you doing?” I wanted the words to come out harshly, but they ended up being a panting sound.
“Teaching you your lesson, Duchess,” he states in a bored tone, moving back from my body after securing my hands to the bed railing.
“You did not just tie me to your bed,” I snap, finally finding my voice through the haze he’d put me in.
“Yeah, baby, I did, and you’re gonna stay that way until I deem otherwise.”
Oh. Boy. The smirk he gives me is one I’ve not seen since I first met him. I squeeze my legs together, and Bane’s eyes drop down. He must’ve caught my reaction. Then again, he already knows I’m primed and ready for his cock to be inside me.
Bane reaches into his pocket only to pull a knife out and flips it open.
I swallow nervously, knowing he won’t hurt me but also remembering he’s an expert when it comes to knives. Leaning over me, he presses the blade between my skin and sports bra—slicing through the fabric with ease. Almost like it was butter.
He stares at my breasts with a grin and places the knife next to him on the mattress, and bends to toy with each of my nipples. Bane uses his tongue and teeth to play with one while pinching the other between his fingers.
I cry out at the magnitude of sensations he’s shooting through my body with only messing with my breasts.
“Bane,” I pant, arching into him, needing more.
Instead of giving in to what my body is pleading for, Bane releases his mouth from around my nipple and pulls away completely again. Without a word, he stands from the bed and removes my shorts. He then proceeds to pick the knife back up and cut the bra the rest of the way from my body. Leaving me completely exposed under his lustful gaze.
Oh my. The way he’s eyes darken and his nostrils flare, I’m not sure what’s going through his mind or if I want to even know.
Reaching into the nightstand, he pulls out a box and sets it on the top. Bane then surprises me by opening the seal on the lid. I swallow as he lifts several things out of it and places each one on the bed next to me.
Bane closes the box and turns his attention fully to me. I open my mouth to demand him to tell me what he’s doing, but he doesn’t give me a chance. Quicker than I imagine, he places the bandana in my mouth, muffling any noise coming from my lips. He then ties it behind my head.
Pulling away, he goes to work, running his hands along my skin, nearly setting me on fire with my own need. Bane toys with my breasts once more before placing a clamp on each one. If not for the cloth in my mouth, I’d have screamed. In pain or pleasure, I’m not sure. The intensity is something I’ve never experienced.
Trailing his fingers along my stomach, he reaches out, grabs one of the free pillows, and meets my gaze. “Lift your ass up for me, Duchess,” he commands.
My mind races with the possibilities of what he’s going to do with the rest of what he pulls out of the box. I do as he demands and lift up enough for him to slide the pillow underneath my ass.
Bane sits on the edge and spreads my legs apart ever so gently, it makes me question what he’s doing. Watching my expression, he lifts up the tube of lubrication and the small plug that has a pump connected to it. He sets the toy down between my legs and opens the bottle, and squeezes a good amount of the liquid between my legs, allowing it to spill onto my apex, leading to my pussy. Using his free hand, Bane rubs the liquid down along my slit and to my puckered hole. The one place I’ve never allowed a man.
Once he’s satisfied with how slick I am, he picks the plug up and slowly embeds it within my ass. The burning pain isn’t what I expected. Where I thought it’d be excruciating, it was more pleasurable. Bane picks up the pump, and I feel the plug expanding.
I moan through the bandana in my mouth as I arch my body without meaning to. Bane smirks and picks up the last thing he pulled out—a vibrator. Placing the tip at my entrance, he presses forward, filling me to the hilt. Reaching forward, Bane grabs the chain connecting the clamps and connects it to the vibrator. I furrow my brow, not knowing what he’s doing.
God, this is different from anything I’ve ever known. When he sits back and stares into my eyes, he grins.
“Ready for your punishment, Duchess?” he asks and stands from the bed.
I thought he was already giving me my punishment.
Bending forward, he switches the vibrator on. Holy mother of all saints and glory. My moans are muffled as I stare up at Bane with wide eyes.
“You’re gonna learn, baby, you don’t fuckin’ play games with me,” he says, stroking the side of my face before stepping back from the bed.
Bane unbuttons his jeans though he doesn’t do anything else. Well, he does. He moves to the bathroom and closes the door behind him. The next thing I hear is the water turning on in the shower.
What the actual hell? He did not just do that.
I cry out through the bandana, shaking my head side to side. My body starts shaking uncontrollably from the sensations taking over my entire being. It’s as if my very own soul is even experiencing my climax through it all.
I don’t know how long he’s in the bathroom, but when he finally makes himself known once again. His cock is jutting out, pointing toward me.
Tears slip down my cheeks when he crawls onto the bed between my legs. Bane doesn’t say anything as he turns the vibrator off, withdraws it from my weeping pussy, and unclamps my nipples.