Page 34 of Safe Word

‘Punishment is an essential part of learning,’ he whispered.

I gave a soft nod, shame and desire melting into one slick ache between my legs.

‘I don’t want to hear a sound, Scarlett.’

Another bow of my head.

‘Yes, Ghost,’ he murmured.

‘Yes, Ghost.’

The tip of his fingers skimmed over my slickness – my head falling back, my mouth parting.

When he withdrew, I whipped my head down and saw him pulling the mask slightly off his mouth to lick off my juices.

I almost made another sound.

My body swayed with the absence of him, skin still humming where the flogger had kissed it. I wanted to collapse. I wanted to chase that high again. I wanted… more.

I heard the creak of leather as he sank back into the chair. Like a king settling into his throne. Like a predator contented to watch his prey squirm.

Then—

Click.

A single mechanical pulse echoed in the room.

And in my core.

The clip between my thighs came alive again. A cruel little thing hugging the most sensitive bundle of nerves. It vibrated with a steady, relentless rhythm.

I bit down on that first moan, my body arching towards the sensation, my thighs trembling.

The ticking sound that followed was the ring turning. The vibrations intensified. My breath stuttered.

When I dared to glance at him again, he was watching me with his legs spread, the flogger resting across his lap like a reminder.

A warning.

His hand was wound around his cock again, stroking with slow pulls.

Then he picked up the pace, muscles in his forearm flexing as his eyes remained locked on mine. The sight broke me – the forbidden rhythm, the glint of sweat on his skin, the vibration at my core a merciless drumbeat.

Watching him unravel like that, because of me, because he was fucking himself to the sight of me – every pulse sent a new shockwave through me.

As if his command was all I had been waiting for. My body obeyed before my mind could catch up, giving itself over completely to the sound of his hand, to the vibrations, to his control.

I bowed sharply, my thighs trembling as the pressure inside me finally broke.

A cry tore from my lips as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. It was overwhelming, consuming, the sort of release that left me shaky and breathless, draining my mind of all thought.

The pulsing stopped suddenly, leaving a tingling absence that made my body ache for more. But the waves still crashed over me, electricity burning into my nerves.

He let me breathe. He didn’t break the scene.

Before I could fully recover, I felt the bed shift beneath me, his weight sinking into the mattress as he climbed up behind me. My body stilled, every nerve lit up as his presence enveloped me.

His hand snaked around my throat, grounding me as his other hand clamped onto my hips, pulling me back against him. The heat of his body pressed into me, and then I felt it – his rigid length brushing against my core, the contact enough to reignite the fire burning low in my belly.