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CHAPTER 13

Reba

Jax was staying the night at the big house with Mac and Athena’s kids and I was tied to our bed. The last few months had been a wild ride of learning more about kink and BDSM than I ever thought I would need to know. There was a club in New York City that Johnny had taken me to. We found mentors there who helped us move even further down the road we had traveled on our own, and I was amazed by the ongoing support of the community. We never played there, but we took classes and met with the people who were helping us. It was wonderful really. What I wasn’t amazed by was my current punishment that was being delivered by the man I loved. Orgasm denial. It was absolute hell, and I loved every bit of it.

“Tell me, Crazy Rider, why are you tied up and not allowed to come?”

“Because I was disrespectful.”

“You were intentionally disrespectful. It wasn’t an accident, it wasn’t uncalled for, but it was disrespect all the same. You know it and I know it. You had planned for this didn’t you?”

I couldn’t help the smirk that came over me. “It’s possible.”

The sound of the vibrator made me cringe. I knew what was coming and fuck was I here for it. Johnny’s rope skills had advanced at an alarming rate. Many nights I wandered around our room in nothing but rope and he loved it. Tonight, as he placed the vibrator between my legs and promptly pulled it away, I hated it. I grit my teeth and closed my eyes, trying to think of anything but coming. Because if I did, then my backside would pay the price.

“God, you are so fucking gorgeous when you are trying to please me.”

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. “I want you to be pleased with me, Sir.”

The addition of an occasional honorific always made him happy. We hadn’t set anything formal in place, but I was learning what he liked as much as he was learning what I liked.

He lifted my ass and slipped the rope behind my back before working on a design that went around my thighs to hold the vibrator from hell in place.

“How long?”

“Excuse me?”

“How long, Sir?”

“At least twenty minutes. I want to watch you squirm,” he said as he secured the last knot and flipped on the vibrator.

This was far worse than the occasional, uneven pulses he would tease me with. This was constant pressure and vibration directly on my clit and I knew that I had to fight not to come unless I was ready for a proper beating and I wasn’t. Not yet anyway.

Johnny pulled a chair over to the end of the bed and sat down to watch the show. I pulled against my restraints, even though I didn’t want to. Every time I did, the vibrator pressed into me even more but in my rattled mind, I thought there was a way to break free.

“You are evil,” I bit out, hearing the uncontrolled frustration in my voice.

“I am nothing of the sort. You asked for this. I’m just enjoying the show.”

He pulled his cock from his shorts and I bit my lip as he pumped his fist over it, teasing me even more.

“Do you want this?”

“You know I do. Why bother asking?”

My frustration was turning into anger and all he did was laugh. I was going to kick his ass when he let me free. I zoned off watching him, biting my lip in hopes that the pain would stop the edging but it didn’t. It just made it harder. I gasped when I almost lost control and his eyes went wide.

“Ah, ah, ah, not yet,” he said as he held up his phone, showing me the damn timer he’d set.

“Maybe we can negotiate?” I cried out."

“Mid scene? You know the rules against that. Do you need your safe word?”

I paused, thinking about what would happen and if I really needed it all to stop. “No.”

Johnny stood and came to my side of the bed, sitting next to me. “Not that I want to push you too far, but I do want to push you. Remember, at any time you can stop everything.”

“I know.”

“Good, then I have something special for you.”

I watched as he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a small black velvet bag. He reached inside and pulled out two clips with silicone-covered tips.

“These are for my girls,” he said, leaning over and covering my nipple with his mouth and sucking hard until it came to a point. “I can tighten them if we need to, but for now I want you to get used to the feel of it.”

I watched as best I could, ignoring the buzzing between my legs as he opened the clasp and placed it perfectly in place. Pain shot through me, causing my hips to buck and my chest to raise, only making the entire situation I was in worse.

“You are a sadist, you know that?”

“Yes, but you love it,” he said before pinching my other side and securing the second nipple clamp there. I was done for. There was no possibility of me being able to hold off now. The intensity of my situation was overwhelming, and I just cried out and let go. Waves rolled through my body as I came harder than I had in my entire life. The anger and frustration slid away as I came down and Johnny flipped off the vibrator.

“You deserve a spanking, but I need to feel you come around my cock first.”

I couldn’t move, I could barely hear him as he untied me and ran his hands over my arms and wrists to make sure nothing hurt. He placed a pile of pillows in the center of the bed and carefully placed me on them.

His fingers slid through my folds. “You are so wet, and so ready for me. Beautiful, just beautiful.”

I rested my head on the comforter and took in our combined scent left behind from nights of sleeping here next to him. It calmed me in the same way it always did. As I closed my eyes, I felt a gentle kiss on my back and Johnny’s cock press slowly into me.

“Fuck, Reba. You feel so good.”

His hands shifted to my hips, and I relaxed, giving in to whatever it was he saw fit. Giving in and letting go were some of the hardest things I’d had to learn. I wanted it, but it went against my instincts. Johnny’s movements were steady, and I could feel the pleasure in my body quickly returning as the pace he set was just enough for me to zone in on that burning ember.

“I want you to come, Crazy Rider. I want to feel you clench my cock tightly inside you.”

His hand moved over my ass and back around my hip before sliding around the front of me and his fingers grazed my clit.

“Fuck,” I groaned as he worked at that small cluster of nerves while thrusting deep inside me. The sensations took over and before I knew it, I was at the edge of the cliff that I loved to jump off, so I let go just as I felt Johnny do the same. His body covered mine and his arms wrapped around me.

“And to think, you still get a spanking tonight.”

I couldn’t help but laugh and snuggle deeper into his arms as he pulled me to him and laid on his side.

“I love you,” I whispered, taking the risk that I knew there was no real danger in. I had heard him say it a million times as I dozed off at night. He’d say it when he thought I was asleep, or he thought I couldn’t hear, but I never let him know I heard and I never responded.

“Finally.”

“What?”

“I’ve been waiting for that.”

“What do you mean, you’ve been waiting?”

“I know you’ve heard me, but I didn’t want to rush you. I think I’ve always loved you, Reba, it just took me some time to realize that’s what it was. I’m just happy you finally feel the same.”

I laughed. “You act like we’ve been together for years rather than just a few months.”

“I’ve spent most of my life missing you, so yeah, I guess it feels like years.”

“So now that you know I love you, does that mean I don’t get punished?”

“Oh no, my love. You are certainly getting spanked. Come here and let me show you how much you can enjoy it.”

Johnny sat up and pulled me over onto his lap. At least it was going to be a bare-handed beating tonight and not a flogging. I’m not sure I could stand at the cross for one. My legs felt like mush. The sting of the first hit took me by surprise and I let out a scream.

“One.”

“Wait, what about determining how many?”

“Tonight I choose. You misbehaved twice today. Two.”

I smiled at the dominance that shone through his nice-guy exterior. Johnny was the perfect balance of naughty and nice that I needed, and he knew how much I loved it.

“Three. Four.” His voice ran through our room and sent chills down my spine. “Five. Six.”

Those last two were further down, almost at the top of my thighs, “Seven.”

It was torture, not the pain, that felt amazing, but the fact that he wouldn’t just pick a rhythm and stick to it. His hand caressed my ass and just as I was starting to relax, thinking maybe he was done, he hit me again.

“Eight. Nine. Ten.”

The last one was harder than all of them. I was balancing between a sweet numbness and stinging pain and I loved it. He tickled me with his fingers, sliding between my ass cheeks and pressing on the tight spot he always teased me about.

“Someday soon.”