Chapter 193: Yes, Sir
KATE
I began to undress as Nathan approached the room wall where whips, canes, and other torture instruments hung.
Despite trusting him, I was nervous. After all, I had never been in a place like this, and everything seemed daunting, especially because I had no idea what he was planning.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as he removed his jacket, leaving only his shirt and vest. Then, he grabbed leather gloves from a small two-shelf stand and put them on. The sight sent shivers down my spine.
Maybe I should have married a normal guy who doesn't punish his wife on their honeymoon, I thought as I hung my coat on one of the black leather benches and couldn't help but smile.
"Are you laughing?" He asked in a firm tone, now holding a wide-tipped black riding whip.
I swallowed hard, feeling another shiver run through my body. My nipples became sensitive. Damn, I had forgotten that a simple smile could get me into an even worse situation.
"No, sir," I said, lowering my head, and trying to hide another smile.
"You're lying, and you're still dressed," he said, approaching and sitting in the metal chair with leather padding against the wall beside me. "Do I look amusing to you?"
"No, sir... it wasn't..."
"For the last time, take off your clothes," he ordered, interrupting me in an authoritative and threatening tone.
He didn't usually use this tone with me, except when we were genuinely fighting, and he was truly irritated. Even then, he tended to avoid it.
But hearing him use this tone in this situation made my entire body awaken and desire to submit to him.
Following his command, I began to undress, unzipping the dress on the side.
"Turn around to face me," he commanded.
Turning to face him, I continued undressing. I didn't know what was harder, suppressing my smile or my desire to roll my eyes.
But I knew it wasn't a good idea to provoke him; after all, I didn't want to add anything more to the list of all the things he intended to punish me for.
After removing my dress, it was time for my panties. His eyes were glued to me, following every move attentively, and making my entire body heat up as he slid them down my legs.
"Give it to me," he ordered, extending his hand.
Taking a deep breath, I approached, feeling my heart racing, and handed it to him. He tucked it into the pocket of his pants, and then his dark blue eyes moved down to my feet.
I hurried to get rid of my heels.
"Get on your knees," he ordered as I took them off, standing up.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to control my desire to provoke him, but I obeyed, kneeling in front of him. I kept my head down, staring at his shoes. Then he lifted my chin to make me look at him.
"I have a gift for you," he said, drawing my attention to a leather collar in his hand.
There was a ring hanging just below, where “mine” was written in rhinestones. This time I couldn't help myself. A collar was a bit much.
"I think we haven't discussed this yet, sir," I said.
"Are you questioning my decision?" He gave me a challenging look.
"I just..."
"Shhh," he leaned in, gripping my chin. "There's nothing to discuss. You're mine, and I'm the only one who decides what you'll wear or not, understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Next time I gift you, I don't want to hear objections, understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Now stand up."
I obeyed, and he walked around, standing behind me to put on the collar. These games were always a challenge for me due to the total submission required. And considering that part of my enjoyment had always been teasing him, I had to face an internal battle to keep my mouth shut.
Turning around me again, he stopped in front of me and lifted my chin. His fingers traced the lines of the collar, brushing against my neck. I avoided looking into his eyes, so he wouldn't see the disdain and challenge in mine.
"Perfect," he whispered.
As soon as we were out of this room and I was safe, we would discuss this.
Moving away, he returned to the chair and picked up the whip he had left on it.
"Now, I want you to climb on the sofa and lift your hips for me."
Oh, my God. Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath, I walked over to the black leather sofa and got on it, getting on all fours, with my chest against the highest part.
"Hold on tight," he said behind me.
I lost control of my breathing. My heart was beating hard as desire grew inside me in anticipation.
Suddenly, I felt the leather slide over my butt, slowly making me startle. A shiver ran down my spine.
"This is for daring to lie to me and question me," he said, seconds before hitting my butt, making the leather crack against my skin.
The quick strike made my skin burn, even though it wasn't that strong. I closed my eyes, absorbing the sensation as I clung to the leather of the sofa.
"And this is for saying you wanted to have others before me."
I gasped when the second strike hit me, hard enough to steal the air from my lungs. My skin burned, and before I could protest, he hit me again and again.
Damn. My clit started pulsing in response. Each strike was stronger than the previous one. The sensation was pleasurable but painful as well. My skin was on fire.
"Please..." I begged, breathless, struggling to stay still.
After hitting me one last time, making me moan, he stopped. I could hear his heavy breathing behind me.
"Do you regret it?" he asked in a hoarse, low voice, sliding his hand over my ass, right where the skin was burning.
"Yes, sir," I replied as his fingers moved to my sex, sliding into my wetness.
"Then apologize," he ordered, slowly sliding a finger between my lips, brushing against my clit.
"I'm so sorry, sir," I said, letting out a moan.
"Why should I believe you?" he asked before striking my sex.
I moaned loudly, arching my body in response.
"Please, sir."
Approaching, he stopped by my side and reached for my chin, lifting my face to look at him.
"Should I believe that someone as insolent as you won't challenge me again?"
"No, sir," I admitted.
"No?"
"I shouldn't lie, sir."
"Good girl," he said, sliding a thumb over my lips.
Then he turned his back and approached the wall. I watched as his fingers slid over the whips and other torture objects hanging until they stopped on a rope.
"But I still have to punish you for the real reason we're here," he said, picking up the rope. "Because I always keep my word."
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