“I don’t hate you anymore, Caleb. Please believe me. I don’t hate you.” More tears spilled down her cheek.
I stroked her hair. I kissed her salty cheek.
“I know, Pet. We’ve come a long way from there. Yet, here we are. You’re still asking me to punish you. Why?” I struck her several times. With each loud slap her resolve crumbled a little more. I pushed her. I pushed myself. I wanted her to understand there had only ever been one reason to return to this.
Livvie was sobbing.
“I… I like it.”
“Yes,” I said. I placed my hand between her legs and stroked her wet folds. “You do. So why are you still fighting me?”
“I don’t mean to!” Her chest shook with the force of her crying.
“I think you do. I think you believe I want you to—but I don’t, Kitten. You don’t have to provoke me. You’re no longer my captive.” I touched her clit. My fingertip glided easily through her slick folds. I whipped her across her other thigh with the crop.
Livvie screamed but settled quickly.
“I’m sorry, Caleb. Please forgive me.”
Begging… I’m always a sucker for the begging when it suits my own desires.
“You’re forgiven. Don’t do it again.”
She took several deep breaths.
“Yes, Caleb.” She moaned loudly when I bit her shoulder. “God! The things you do to me…” Her breath shuddered from her chest. “No one else makes me feel this way. You hurt me so much—before. But you always made it better. You’re the only one who makes it better. I don’t want it to stop.”
“Better than whom, Pet?” I dropped the crop and palmed her ass as I continued making circles on her clit. Livvie had found a taste for pain, but I knew the best way to get her to talk was to bring her as close to the edge of orgasm as possible.
“Everyone,” she whispered. Her eyes were closed, but I could see the tears still leaking from her eyes. Her hips were moving again, finding a rhythm to match my touches. “You take care of me. No one’s taken care of me like you.”
A weight pressed on my chest.
“I’d take care of you without this.”
“I want this. I didn’t want it before. You didn’t care about me. I was a thing to you. I know that’s not true anymore. I trust you, Caleb. I trust you to see me like this. I trust you to take care of me.” Livvie’s thighs began to shake.
“No, Pet. You’re not allowed to come yet.”
“Please, Caleb,” she whimpered.
I stifled a laugh.
“So manipulative.” I spanked her with my bare hand. Hard. It didn’t seem to affect her. She was on another plane.
“I learned from the best,” she said. I watched her smile and then attempt to hide it.
“Couldn’t make it five minutes, could you? And now I’m afraid I can’t let you come.”
“Caleb, no. Please! I’m sorry.” She opened her eyes when I pulled my hands away. Her expression was one of astonishment. I smiled.
“I warned you.”
“What are you going to do?” Her tone suggested she was frightened. Her eyes said otherwise. She’d asked me that same question dozens, perhaps hundreds, of times. I always had the same answer.
“Whatever I want.”
I’d been working on something rather special and I couldn’t wait to try it out. I’d never been much of a carpenter or inventor, per se, but idle hands and an agile mind had led me to explore more hobbies. I found that I liked working with my hands, and I especially liked when my new hobbies coincided with my favorite pastime.
Livvie was silent as I undid the straps on her ankles. She was always most quiet when she was nervous. She sagged in my arms, limp as a wet noodle once I unstrapped her wrists.
“Caleb?” she whispered.
I hoisted her over my shoulder and slapped her ass.
“No questions, Pet. You’ll like it. I promise. Or at the very least, I will.”
I grabbed a pillow from the sofa before I walked the few steps necessary to reach my constructed apparatus. It hadn’t taken much to put together. The downstairs was mostly unfinished and it was easy to find the choice support beams.
I tossed the pillow on the floor and set Livvie down on it. I heard her wince as her heated backside made contact, but I also knew she’d be just fine.
She appeared beautifully at odds with the unfinished basement, a diamond in the rubble.
“Lean back on your hands and put your legs out in front of you.”
She stared at me for a moment as if she were unsure about whether or not to bait me with more of her insolent backtalk. Then, seeming to come to her senses, she did as I asked.
“Yes, Caleb,” she added.
“Very good, Kitten. I’m proud of you.” I winked at her and smiled. We were supposed to be having fun. I didn’t want either of us to forget that fact.
“Thank you, Caleb.” She managed a smile for me.