Enchanted Submission - An erotic bdsm fantasy novella by Lily Harlem Page B

symbol, his sign, claiming her as his property as her skin reddened was deliciously horny.
    ‘Do you understand what I am going to do to you?’ he asked in a smooth, low voice.
    Rapunzel nodded.
    ‘Then keep still and keep quiet.’
    The room fell absolutely silent. Rapunzel’s arousal was like another physical presence dancing around her. She wanted him to inflict pain, make her come, she needed it like she needed to breathe. She wanted to know how much he would give her, when would he stop? How much would it turn him on to see her red, thrashed and at his mercy?
    Suddenly the paddle cracked down hard on the right side of her butt; just once, a loud, sharp slap which broke the silence of the room like a whip snapping.
    Rapunzel’s whole body jerked within the constraints of the cuffs, her right foot lifted from the floor, her back stiffened and the leather at her wrists nipped into her skin. She clamped her eyes and mouth shut and let the white hot sting raging through her buttock rise to the surface of her skin. She hadn’t been prepared for pain like that, a pain so intense, so acute it brought moisture brimming to her eyes. He’d done it so hard, not a light playful tap, a real biting hit with male muscle behind it.
    ‘Very good,’ he murmured, lust deepening his voice further. ‘Turn around, look, it’s going to be perfect.’ He twisted her hips so her buttock was facing the mirror. ‘Open your eyes,’ he said.
    Rapunzel raised moist lids and, through her elevated arms, examined her own flesh. Sure enough, shining white from the large red disk was the image of his crown and rose. She’d been branded, marked, like livestock or a horse. Beast had made her his, for now at least.
    She wondered how many other women he’d labelled this way, but as soon as the thought entered her mind she squished it down; she didn’t like to think of Belle having this mark, or anyone else come to that. She wanted it, only her, forever; she felt she’d earned it with him, that somehow it was her right. ‘Again,’ she heard herself saying. ‘Please, the other side, hit me again.’
    His fingers dug into her stretched hips and he spun her back round so she was facing the mirror. There was a new keenness to his movements, a sense of urgency, like he was only just in control. ‘Keep watching this time,’ he said. ‘Enjoy it through every sense.’
    Another burst of pain seared her other buttock, it came so fast Rapunzel didn’t have time to shut her eyes in anticipation of the thwack. ‘Ow, ow, ow,’ she breathed as the sting intensified with each passing second.
    ‘Exquisite,’ Beast murmured and then rubbed his cool hand over the burn. ‘Your pale skin takes it so beautifully.’
    He raised the paddle and hit again, then again, each buttock treated to another blazing contact. Rapunzel’s arms went limp and she let the cuffs hold her; the sensations were overwhelming, agony and bliss, fire and ice. It hurt like hell but she wanted more.
    ‘Is it starting to feel good yet?’
    She managed a feeble nod, her neck like the rest of her, heavy and limp. The poker hot heat was heading for her pussy, swelling her clit and tormenting her empty vagina. She needed more; a sob broke from her throat, a sob of want and pain, of need and wretchedness.
    Again he hit, the crests became blurred from multiple contacts. Each buttock was struck over and over until the pain became one big, mass of boiling nerves. Rapunzel barely flinched each time a new layer was added, one on top of the other. Her nipples had hardened to lead within the clamps and her fingers tingled with lack of blood. She wanted him to stop, she wanted him to keep going for ever.
    Finally the paddle was cast aside on the floor, landing with a soft whump in the carpet.
    ‘Enough,’ he said. ‘That’s enough.’
    Hanging lamely, Rapunzel sensed him kneeling behind her. His breath, though she knew it to be hot, felt cool on her scorched skin, and somehow, now that the