Enslaved by Claire Thompson Page A

But not yet…she hadn’t earned it yet. Instead he went to the toy cabinet and returned with a riding crop, its long rectangle of red leather pretty against her pale skin. He smacked her right ass cheek lightly, watching the supple flesh jiggle in response. She kept her position. He smacked the other cheek, quite a bit harder. She gasped but still stayed in place. Good girl.
    He licked his right index finger and reached between her legs, pressing the digit into her softness. She grunted and shuddered but, to her credit, still kept her palms pressed flat, her nose to the wall. He moved his finger inside her, savoring the hot clamp of muscle and the moistening flesh. She could protest all she liked—her cunt didn’t lie.
    He smiled cruelly and pulled his finger from her, reaching to cup her mons from behind. He pushed his palm against her, moving in a slow, grinding circle over her spread pussy. He stepped closer, reaching around her to find and roll a nipple between his fingers, enjoying its swell as it hardened beneath his touch. He bent and kissed her shoulder, biting lightly, just a nudge of his teeth to let her know his power. She shuddered again, arching against his palm, but otherwise remained still and quiet.
    Stepping back, he lifted the crop again, letting its working end land with several sharp cracks against her bottom. He cropped her steadily, methodically covering her ass and thighs. He saw she was clenching her hands, the palms no longer flat against the wall.
    “Palms flat,” he reminded her. “We start again.” He waited until she uncurled her fingers and pressed her hands again against the wall. She shifted a little on her heels. Her feet were probably tired by now. When she was still and once again in proper position, he reset the timer.
    Sam wasn’t one of those men with a particular fetish for stiletto heels and corsets, though he had to admit they did create a lovely picture. But for him, it was more about the punishment—the confining of his slave in apparel that restricted and limited her, reminding her of her place and position. The fact that Rae looked gorgeous in the outfit was just an added perk.
    Sam slapped at her thighs and calves with the crop. She yelped and pressed herself into the corner, as if she could get away from the stinging leather. He struck her ass, alternating between cheeks, watching the skin redden.
    Stepping back, he aimed carefully and smacked her between the legs, catching her delicate labia with a satisfying thwack. Rae screamed and jerked her legs closed, reaching down with one hand to cup her cunt.
    Sam smiled behind her, having expected this. “Oh dear,” he said with mock sympathy. “You seem to have fallen out of position. I guess we’ll just have to start over.” Again he set the timer for five minutes, waiting patiently while Rae resumed the proper stance. She had begun to whimper and her legs were shaking, but she placed her palms flat against the wall and again buried her nose in the corner.
    Sam couldn’t help but stroke his cock, hard as bone beneath his pajamas. If she’d been his lover he’d have fucked her then and there, pressing her against the wall, impaling her from behind with his cock.
    Instead he forced himself under control, and gave her fifty swats on each cheek. She stayed in position, though she continued to whimper and shake. Three minutes left.
    He stepped back again, watching her. Reaching between her legs, he stroked her labia, flicking the bud of her clit with a light but persistent touch. He felt a tremor move through her body. He pressed two fingers into her wet heat.
    She expelled a sudden breath and stifled a small moan. He withdrew his fingers and used them, now slick with her own juices, to rub and tease her erect clit, moving in concentric circles over her cunt until she began to tremble in earnest, small breathy cries signaling an impending climax. He knew he could send her tumbling into an orgasm with just a few more