Because the MC had taught me you can say something true without being honest, and I was betting that being owned by someone had taught Ember the same tricks. In the MC, you have to be able to do it in case you run into a supernatural cop who can smell when you lie. Ember likely had to learn to do it for self-preservation.
“You’re welcome. While I’m being honest, I’d really love for you to shut the fuck up and spank me.”
I chuckled. “Not feeling very submissive?”
She was quiet a few moments, and finally sighed. “Total honesty? About a year after I moved into Able’s household, a new member of his inner circle gained access to me but wanted to be all gentle. I figured out how to get him to be rough with me. Able wasn’t pleased. He explained what a SAM is and then punished me for manipulating someone I was supposed to be submitting to. Turns out, I have SAM tendencies if someone isn’t playing with me hard enough. It wasn’t the only time I was punished for it.”
“See, the sadist inside me wants to give you a night of slow, tender lovemaking just to prove a point, but I don’t think we’ll do that tonight.” I popped her right side another ten times — a lot harder this time. She was yelping and trying to jerk away by the time I hit the fifth one, and I got small screams on the ninth and tenth.
“What’s the most extreme thing they put you through?”
She shook her head. “I won’t tell you that. It feels too much like kissing and telling. I know they’re all dead, but they had some unusual kinks and it’s none of anyone’s business. Those aren’t things I have a desire to ever do again, and I’m pretty sure your kinks don’t head that direction. It’s in the past.”
But, I needed to know what she’d gone through. If I was to know her, through and through, I needed to know the things that had formed her. I didn’t argue with her though. Now wasn’t the time. Instead, I delivered ten more pops to her right side at about the same intensity as before. Would she complain I was making her off balance? Most would’ve bitched about it by now.
She needed a good two minutes to get on top of the pain this time, and I gave her time to breathe through it and settle before I rubbed her right cheek. It was a great deal rosier than the left cheek, and it was hot to the touch.
I was in a bit of a catch-22 situation. If I did as she ordered, it put her in charge, and the submissive craving someone to have power over her wouldn’t be happy. However, if I kept up the interrogation and she wasn’t enjoying herself, I risked losing her. It was important I give her exactly what she needed on this night. I was aware she wasn’t sure she wanted me in her life. I don’t know exactly how I knew, but I did. I needed to give her a night she couldn’t walk away from knowing she’d never have it again.
I gave her another ten pops to her right ass-cheek while I considered my next move, but I stopped and rubbed it a little halfway through. I didn’t let her fully recover until after the tenth, though.
“Tell me something about you I don’t know.”
“Able loaned me to Griffin for a month, once. It was hell. I was back for a couple of months before I could speak in complete sentences again. He messed me up. I don’t know what the owls got in exchange for it.”
My jaw clenched. “If he hadn’t been killed in the big battle, I’d find a way to kill him.”
Griffin was a Strigorii vampire, one of most powerful of the European vampires. He’s the historic King Manahem in the bible. He was rumored to enjoy inflicting physical torture rather than controlling his prey with vampire powers — the bastard preferred breaking people the old-fashioned way.
She needed a reward, and it may sound warped, but I walloped on her left side, nonstop and fast, for thirty strikes. Halfway through, all thoughts of her time with Griffin had flown from her thoughts. When I finished, I only gave her enough time for me don a glove and get the fingers slick, and I jammed two fingers in her ass.
Her scent was easy to read. I’d overwhelmed her with sensations and she was fully into it. She wasn’t bothered by memories or thoughts because she could barely keep up with what was happening to her. I counted to ten and added a third finger. Her scent told me she felt the stretch and it was perfect. Her breathing told me she was still struggling to deal with so many sensations.
I stuck two fingers of my other hand in her pussy and moved them in and out, fast. She was so wet, no lube was necessary. I pressed down on the inside as a fingerfucked her. “Are you ready to come yet?”
“Almost! Please! Fuck, I need this.”
“I know you do. Ask for permission. Maybe I’ll even allow it.”
Two minutes later, she started begging to come. I pulled both hands away and took a step back.
Her fists squeezed and opened a few times. When she finally relaxed her hands, I said, “Permission given.”
“It’s gone, Sir.”
She didn’t call me a bastard, which I figured spoke to her former training more than her mindset.
“Sir? Is that the word you wanted to use?”
“No, Sir.”
“What did you think, when you said Sir?”
“I’d rather not say, Sir. It isn’t respectful.”
“Say it anyway.”
“It’s gone, you motherfucking cunt of a twatwaffle, Sir.”
I laughed and I couldn’t help it. It didn’t even make sense, but it showed her frustration.
“You get points for creativity, and since I asked, there’s no consequences. The paddling I’m about to deliver was planned before you told me.”
“I understand, Sir.”
“I need you to not call me Sir unless you mean it. Can you do that for me?”
“I’ll try. My former training kicks in sometimes.”
“I understand. I hope you’ll manage it. It’s possible to show respect without the titles. I’d like for the title to mean something.”
“I’ll never promise something if I’m not certain I can do it. I can only promise I’ll try.”
“Thank you.” I rubbed her butt to sooth it a little before I whaled on it again. “Okay. This is going to be long and hard. More about what I need to do to you than what you need from me. You have a safeword — use it if you need it.”
That sentence wasn’t entirely honest, but there was enough truth in it so she wouldn’t smell it as a lie. It was true I needed to tear into her and hear her screams, but my sole purpose once I got started was what she needed. However, making her think it was all about me was also what she needed.
I alternated cheeks now. One on the right and one on the left for a while, and then three on the right and three on the left when I needed to speed up even more. I spanked her for seven minutes without pause. In four hundred and twenty seconds, she likely had a little over five hundred strikes.
In truth, I’m pretty sure I could have gone a minute longer, perhaps two, before she was in trouble, but I didn’t want to take her quite that far. Her screams came full strength and stopped only long enough for her to draw more breath. She was frantic, and danced around as much as her bondage allowed — enough I had to chase her ass down as it lurched left and right, trying to avoid the paddle.
Some Doms like spanking someone who loses control. Others demand their submissives learn control, meaning they have to find the willpower to be still when punished. Able clearly hadn’t fallen into the latter category, and I approved.