Figure Eight (Celtic Knot Book 2) (19 page)

“Pun-ahem-punish me,” I answered having to clear my throat halfway through my response. The nervousness in my voice was completely apparent and even though I wasn’t looking at him, I knew he could sense it. My elbows trembled as I dug my palms into the table in front of me while I tried to will my legs to not give out from beneath me. Dominic’s hands encased around my hip bones—squeezing and pinching into my skin as he touched me.

“You have no idea how much I have wanted to. Nothing would please me more than to watch your skin turn a luscious pink from my hands. I want you wound so tight, you will be begging me for release, only I’m not going to give it to you.”

What?

Dominic’s hands reached around to undo the snaps of my black pants. Leaving no time to protest, he forcefully shoved my pants down around my ankles, trapping my feet in place from being pooled around my shoes. The fabric of Dominic’s clothes brushed against my skin as he rose up from behind me. Each touch was like fire that singed me from the outside in charring my emotions, my soul, and my reserve.

He stood eerily quiet behind me as my mind desperately tried to contemplate his next move. Sweat beaded on my brows and I felt the trickle of water descend down my spine to land in the crack of my ass, absorbing into the fabric of my lace thong. Warmth trailed up my back as Dominic’s tongue traced the path that the bead of sweat left behind until he rose all the way up near my ear.

“Are you nervous, Ashley? I can smell and taste your fear. Hold on to that. You are going to need it.”

Abruptly he was gone. The loss of his absence hit me like a punch in the gut. I knew he was still there with me, watching me, examining me under his scrutinizing gaze. I felt his eyes bore into me from behind, though I didn’t dare turn around to look. I tried to gain control over my breathing as Dominic sucked all the air from my lungs like he always seemed to do. I found it hard to breathe around him, but I found it harder to breathe without him.

Pain.

Hotness.

Burning.

All sensations I felt as Dominic’s hand collided with my ass cheeks. I squeezed my eyes shut as another blow striped across the opposite cheek.

Throbbing.

Heat.

Fire.

Were the sensations that overtook my body, and not just from the stripes on my ass from the palm of Dominic’s hand. My core burned just as badly with a need I have never felt before. I was insanely turned on, almost embarrassingly so.

How can I be so incredibly turned on from the pain of Dominic spanking me?

Three.

Four.

Five...Six. Each time more heat, more pain, more...pleasure. Each strike sent my body jerking forward. Each strike had me yelling into the empty space of the club, but the only sound I heard back were the ripples of my own echoes. I needed this from him. I needed him to take out his anger, his frustrations and his wants on me. I wanted him to use my body and me to help him deal with the horrendous fluctuations in emotions that I had brought him to. After a few moments, the strikes ceased. I turned my head around out of instinct.

“I did not give you permission to turn around, Ashley. You do not move; you do not blink unless I give you permission. Turn around,” he ordered. My head snapped back around and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“Get on the table, face down. Take off your pants and shoes first.” I didn’t hesitate this time, not wanting to receive another punishment. My ass burned as I kneeled down to remove my tennis shoes and jeans. I climbed on to the table, flinching as my front came into contact with the cold leather and wishing that I could lay on my back to soothe the heat of my backside.

“Put your arms above your head,” Dominic commanded as he approached the table. I didn’t look directly at him, but I could see that he held ropes in his hands.

“So tonight’s lesson is about control. Having control is an empowering feeling. It makes you feel strong, impenetrable. I had control over everything-until you walked through those doors, Ashley. You have broken my control. Now I want to break the control you have over me.”

His fingers circled my wrists, resting on the pulse point of my vein. I could feel how heavily my heart was beating as it pounded into the table beneath me, and I knew that the same forceful tempo could be felt there as well. His thumb rubbed over the vein, as if trying to soothe the cadence that was thundering through me, only to increase it as he began to band the ropes around my wrist. The hairs of the emerald nylon rope pinched into the skin as he masterfully manipulated the ropes to do his bidding.

“The Figure Eight Knot is considered a stopper knot. It prevents the end of the rope from slipping through due to a heavy load or from someone jerking on them,” he said as he gave a small tug on the rope to illustrate his point.

“It’s kind of symbolic too, don’t you think? The Figure Eight—a never-ending path—an infinite loo—a circle in a race that can never be caught up in. That is how I have felt every day since I have met you. You invaded my every thought, seeped down into parts of me that no one was ever able to reach, and I feel like I constantly have to chase and run away from the feelings that you provoke in me. They feel fucking never ending—infinite,” he admitted as he strung the rope over to my other wrist and paid the same methodical attention to tying the rope in place, restricting the movement of my arms.
      

I felt him leave my side, abandoning me motionless with my hands above my head and facing down on the table. From this position I couldn’t see what he was doing, only hear him rustling around me. After a few moments had lapsed, I felt his strong hands circle my ankles before ropes were placed on to them as well. Dominic pulled on the ropes until they were secure enough that I could not bend my legs. I was completely and utterly at his mercy. The only thing separating complete nudity and me was the flesh toned thong I wore that was now soaked with my desire. I heard the flicking of a lighter just before the lights dimmed and the stage was bathed in candlelight.

“Are you ready to begin?”

Lighting the candles, I placed them all around before I dimmed the lights. I wanted to heighten her awareness, but I also wanted to see every single thing I was about to do to her. I had to keep constantly reminding myself not to perform these-
ventures
on her out of anger. I was in a constant battle between my head, heart, and my body. My mind was screaming at me not to do this, while my body was forcefully acknowledging how fucking hot Ashley looked bound and spread before me on the table.

I wanted her to feel just how tightly I was wound. I wanted her to experience every single emotion, thought and feeling that I have felt since the day she told the police that Knox and I were running a prostitution ring at The Knot. My dick was surging painfully against my jeans. It begged me to just unzip them and allow my body to do what felt so natural to do whenever Ashley was around. I wanted to bury myself in her so deep, that I wouldn’t be able to come out again, but that would render my mission completely useless. Even though I had no idea what she was doing in the club, I was going to use this position of power over her to my advantage. Call it revenge if you want. I was not going to let her leave here without knowing exactly how I was feeling.

“Are you ready?” I asked her as I trailed the tip of my finger up the back of her leg. She gave an involuntary jerk as I reached the crease of where her calf ended and her thigh began. The soft skin behind her knee was a place that I had discovered on her body that sent pleasure running straight to her core. Tiny bumps formed on her skin, giving me the signal that it was indeed affecting her just like I knew that it would. She never said a word, only pressed her forehead harder into the soft padded leather of the table. She knew that I didn’t give her permission to speak.

I bent over and opened the squeaky drawer underneath the table, pulling out my first trinket. I held the feather by the quill as I traced the tip down between her shoulder blades and across her delectable ass. An audible gasp escaped from her lips and I smiled sardonically to myself. A little known tip I had discovered about Ashley during one of our few nights that we had spent together was that she enjoyed being tickled. In fact, if you did it correctly, it turned her on dubiously. I trailed the feather from her ass all the way down the creamy alabaster area of her thighs before reaching her foot and beginning the same pathway back up the other leg. She writhed and pulled at the ropes and gasped as they tightened into the flesh of her wrists and ankles.

“The Figure Eight is a stopper knot, remember, Ashley? So the more you struggle—the more you pull—the tighter they will become. I suggest you remain still.” Her movements ceased, and I began my pursuit of arousing her again with the feather. I outlined the shape of her sides, up along her ribcage and under her arms. I watched as her body twitched with want-with
need.
The scent of her climbing arousal filtered through my nose, threatening to compromise my own control. It was always like this with her. She was the only woman who, without any effort, could unhinge-untie the straps of my composure.

Dropping the feather to the floor, my fingers sketched a pathway to the soaking wet valley between her thighs. The juices I found there that had her panties soaking wet nearly made me lose my load in my pants. I drew in a deep silent breath as I closed my eyes praying that Ashley couldn’t sense just how affected I was by her arousal. I had showed her my dominant side before, but this was different. I had never went fully into a scene with her because I had found myself wanting to be gentler with her.

Pulling her thong aside, I slid the saturated material of her thong to expose the delicious pink lips of her wondrous pussy. I couldn’t deny myself the satisfaction of feeling her so I slipped one finger through the drenched folds only to find her wetter than I had initially thought. Crooking my finger, I stroked the soft spongy walls inside of her. Ashley’s soft mewls forced a smile upon my lips, and I was thankful that she couldn’t see my face.

Her hips started undulating against my hand as I inserted another finger inside of her, opening her further, priming her for what was to come. Her back rose and fell in front of me as her breathing starting coming in short, desperate pants.

“Oh God…” she breathed and I knew she was getting close.

Time to begin.

“Silence. I never said for you to speak,” I stated sharply to her as I withdrew my hand right before she had the chance to come and smacked my soaked hand across the curves of her ass. Ashley’s squeal from the pain I inflicted on her already marked backside sent her yelp echoing off the walls of the empty club. I didn’t miss her frustrated moan, but decided against another punishment for her attitude as I reached for one of the candles on the floor that I had placed around us. They had had time to burn down, allowing melted wax to pool at the top of each pillar. Testing the temperature, I dripped a small amount on my forearm to make sure that it wasn’t too hot. Wax could be a very sensual thing to use during play, but burning her beautiful skin was not one of my intentions.

Tipping the jade colored candle ever so slightly, I watched as the wax left the candle and dripped onto the creamy skin of her lower back.

“Ahh!” Ashley yelled as she lifted her head up from the table and her body tensed from the invasion of the heat upon her skin. The wax turning from liquid to solid as it made contact with the cooler temperature of her skin was so fucking hot. She accidentally pulled against the ropes and I watched as they became a little tighter against her joints. She instantly stilled as the rope felt like a python squeezing its prey against her.