Free Carrot and Coriander by Ashe Barker

restraint.
    “Not done yet.” He deliberately injected a steeliness into his tone, subtle but usually effective in conveying authority, determination. Dominance. All would be required for what was to come next.
    “What? What do you mean? I thought we…”
    “We did. And it was fucking wonderful. Or wonderful fucking. You decide.”
    No hesitation. “Wonderful fucking.”
    “Good answer.” Using his legs to push himself up the bed he sat up, relaxed and content as he propped himself against the headboard. He drew Rachel up with him, her nipples now grazing his chest through the light covering still provided by the camisole. Idly Callum lifted the pink satin to reveal her right breast, his eyes heating as he admired the deep pink, hard little pebble at its tip. He took it between his finger and thumb, tugged gently, then more firmly. And squeezed.
    He’d telegraphed his intention and he was aware that Rachel braced herself. But she still let out a squeal of pain as he applied real pressure to the sensitive bud. He released the pressure, then did it again, though not as hard this time. She didn’t cry out, but her eyes were now tight shut in discomfort. He knew he wasn’t actually hurting her, what she was feeling was not quite pain, but clearly not quite pleasurable either.
    He kept up the pressure for a few seconds then released her. He bent his head to lick the tender spot, and Rachel purred. Actually purred. His balls tightened, her response was so—perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect. Which brought him nicely to the next item on his agenda.
    “Now, I want you to lay your gorgeous body across my knees, and I’m going to spank your sweet little arse.” He reached down with his free hand to pat her buttock. “We need this to be a nice shade of pink, I think. Then, I just might fuck you all over again.”
    He could feel her startled gaze on his face but he didn’t lift his eyes from her engorged nipple, trailing his fingertips lightly over it as he waited for her to respond. To move. To protest. Whatever. He knew she’d do it. It was just a question of how long she’d take to work up to it, to overcome her mental hurdles, and give herself over to him.
    Not long at all as it turned out. Just a few seconds later, with a murmured, “Yes, alright,” she was shifting awkwardly into position. He could tell it wasn’t easy, her hands still bound, but she managed to place herself as he wanted her. And she lay still, waiting. Wordless.
    Callum caressed the firm flesh of her buttocks, admiring, enjoying. He slipped his fingers between her legs, which parted instinctively. Her submissive instincts were driving her now, totally, and he loved it. He intended to take very, very good care of her. Because in that moment he knew he never wanted her submitting to any other Dom. She was his, he’d discovered her, drawn out her innate nature, and he intended to develop and treasure that nature from now on. If she’d let him. He needed to get this right.
    Her body jerked under the first hard slap, on her right buttock. He waited a few seconds, then landed the next, on her left buttock this time. The next two landed on the backs of her thighs, first the right, then the left. Then he stopped to gently massage the throbbing skin.
    “Tell me when you’re ready for more.”
    A few seconds passed as he smoothed the hurt away, then, “More, please. I’m ready.”
    The next stroke was hard. Deliberately so. She cried out. He waited a few seconds, then delivered another, just as hard. He noticed her bound hands clenching and unclenching in the small of her back, and placed his own palm over them. Her fingers curled around his, and she calmed. He slapped her bottom twice more, each time drawing a whimper of pain from her and leaving vivid red hand prints on her flesh. He was aware she was close to her limit, sensed it. Two more firm, hard strokes and he knew this was enough. For now. He lifted her, carefully, gently, laid her face