NINE: Remember Next Time, No Wig

Between the sting of the rope on my skin and the impact of the Nine Tails hitting my exposed ass, I feel the wetness pooling at my core in seconds.

“Scale, Doll.” He repeats through clenched teeth.

“5.” I say quietly. He doesn’t respond. He does hit me again, and this one makes my back arch.

“7.”

“What’s your limit?”

“10.” I breathe. He hits me again and I moan that time. “8.”

He doesn’t whip me again. Instead, he steps around me, allowing the strands of the Nine Tails to caress my skin as he moves up my body. He slides his hand to my jaw, pulling my face up to look at him as he crouches in front of me.

“Next time, I want you without the wig.” He says bluntly, and I blink at him. “It's hard to grab your hair when it’s not real, Doll.” He winks, and I feel the spike of desire shoot down to my core. “Until then…”

He moves his hand to my throat instead, urging me to sit up on my knees in front of him as he stands back up straight. Taking his hand off my neck, throwing the Nine Tails to the side, he’s about to grab the other thing he’d spotted in the drawer, when his eyes catch sight of the metal ring on the ceiling.

Then he gets another idea.

I follow his gaze, and I shudder, hoping he will use it. Suspension bondage is a big thing for me. I straighten my back, hoping the roll of my hips will dampen down the wetness in my core, but it doesn’t work.

Thankfully, he’s on my wavelength.

He unties the rope from the skirting board ring, and pulls me up to stand. I breathe heavily as I stand in front of him. He smiles, as his eyes see the arousal in mine, knowing he doesn’t need to check my consent, then he reaches up to tie the rope to the ring on the ceiling. He tugs it, watching me rise half on my tiptoes, then secures it, and walks around me, looking me up and down as he moves to the drawer and grabs the wand.

Then he picks up the Nine Tails again.

I try to stand still, shifting my weight on the balls of my feet as my heels struggle to touch the floor. The anticipation is killing me. My heart is beating so fast that I feel like it’s going to explode out of my chest.

This is the part of submission that I miss.

Putting both toys into one hand, he uses the other to slowly drag my underwear down. I feel like my legs are shaking as I step out of them.

“Safeword?” He says simply, trying to distract himself from his cock hardening instantly at the sight of my core already dripping for him.

“P-pineapple.” I breathe. He doesn’t respond.

He does snap the Nine Tails against me again though, keeping the impact at a 7. I screw my eyes shut, my hands going to fists, as my body swings lightly from the impact. I ready myself for the next hit, but instead, he presses the vibrating wand to my clit.

“Fuck!” I moan my head rolling back as he holds it in place for a few seconds, then takes it away.

He repeats the two actions, with only small pauses in between. Pauses that are only long enough for him to watch my reactions. After a while, I feel myself close to the edge, and I try to tell him, my voice exhausted from the moans and whimpers.

“I-I’m go.. to…Mr. Re…” I whine unsuccessfully as he removes the wand from me yet again. I take in a deep breath as my head slumps forward.

He appears in front of me, his hand cradling my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. He can see the exhaustion in my face, the need in my eyes, my lips swollen from biting them so much. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip as he struggles with the desire of wanting to kiss me.

“Do you need to cum, Doll?” He asks. I swallow as I try to keep my hooded eyes open.

“That’s…that’s up to you…Mr. Reid.” I breathe. His thumb runs over my bottom lip, and my body twitches at the feeling.

“Such a good girl.” He whispers. “I think I’ll save it for Saturday evening, when I next see you.” He says with a smirk. I clench my teeth as frustration runs through me. I want to fight back, order him to give me what I desperately need. But that isn’t the dynamic here.

So I nod.

He puts the toys on top of the drawers, leaving me tied to the ceiling to come down from my anger at his decision. He rummages in the closet, finding what he’s looking for, a cloth and a bottle of water, then drops the two items on the armchair before he pulls it from the wall so that it’s beside me. He reaches up, quickly undoing the knot of the rope, and suddenly my arms sag down, my body wanting to follow.

“I’ve got you.” He says as he wraps his arms around me, sitting on the chair and picking up the water and the cloth, pulling me into his lap, my legs either side of his hips.

“Drink.” He orders, opening the water for me. I take it, taking big gulps, then hand it back as I rest my head on his shoulder. Reaching his hands behind me, he pours some water onto the cloth, making me flinch as some of it runs down my back.

Then he presses the cloth to my skin. Every inch that is red from the Nine Tails, he carefully wipes it, soothing the soreness as much as he can. Once he’s finished, he throws the cloth to the side, puts the cap on the water bottle, and drops that to the floor as well. Bringing his hands to my face, he makes me look down at him, my eyes fluttering open.

“How was that, Doll?” He asks, his words soft and quiet. I hum in response, and lick my lips.

“Thank you, Mr. Reid.” I whisper. He smiles back at me.

“Remember, next time, no wig.” He commands, and I nod, not having the energy to think through how I’m going to manage that one.

I carefully stand from him, hissing a little as the soreness starts to prickle on my legs, but once he makes sure I’m standing with some stability, he takes my hand, kissing the knuckles again. It’s a weird gesture he’s done a few times to me now, as if he is trying to maintain professionalism.

Or he’s just kissing wherever is appropriate.

He leaves the room once he’s picked his jacket up, and as soon as the door closes behind him, I slump back down onto the armchair, flinching when my ass makes contact.

I breathe in deeply, and exhale loudly.

Nico is right – I am fucked. Fucked, because there is no way I can give this up.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The next day at work, I feel a lot better about my deceit to David. Sure, I’m doing stuff with my boss who I have a crush on, but it’s allowing me to use up all of these feelings without any repercussions, without any risk of losing my job because I made a move on the CEO. Plus, it’s helping David get out his frustrations. I just have to make sure that the worlds don’t cross, and that he doesn’t find out.

Which is rather difficult as he watches me repeatedly squirming in my chair next to him in meetings.

“Is something wrong, Nora? You look uncomfortable?” He whispers at one point, leaning in while the others are busy discussing one point of the proposal.

I freeze and slowly turn to look at him.

“I, uh… I went to the gym.” I laugh awkwardly, blurting out the first thing that comes into my head. “Spin class. You know, the bikes, and the seats aren’t… great.”

He chuckles as he keeps his eyes on the table.

“Maybe you should find a different way of exercising then. Watching you squirm isn’t ideal while I’m trying to focus, you know.”

“Suppose I should.” I mutter as I look into his eyes. Then I repeat his sentence in my head, and this time, it doesn’t sound as innocent.

And the way he’s looking back at me doesn’t seem so innocent either.