Silent Daughter 2: Bound by Linnea May, Stella Noir Page A

know she loves every single bit of it.
    I am amazed at her ability to cope with the torture on her nipples, though. They must not be as sensitive as I imagined.
    I keep lashing out on them in controlled but strong sweeps. They must hurt like fucking hell and the skin on her chest speaks of the agony she must endure.
    "I'm gonna c — "
    She doesn't even manage to finish the sentence before her climax takes over. Her eyes open wide. She is staring at the ceiling, overpowered by the aggressive pleasure that takes a hold of her body.

Chapter 7

    LIZ
     
     
    "You little minx," he says.
    My vision is blurred, and I am confused.
    Did I just come while he was hitting me? That can't be true.
    I turn to Leonard, who is standing next to me, still holding the flogger in his right hand. He had just stopped hitting me, moments after my orgasm receded. Something on his face tells me that he didn't plan for me to come like this.
    Well, that can't be good.
    The toy is still vibrating inside of me, but the sensation is suffocated by my post-climax bliss.
    He leans forward and switches it off. I flinch when he pulls it out of me.
    "I'm... I'm sorry," I whisper.
    He smiles at me.
    "For what?"
    I blush. "For coming... without permission."
    He bends over and plants a kiss on my right cheek.
    "Good girl," he whispers. "You should never be sorry for coming."
    His gaze darkens. "But you're right, you should be sorry for coming without my permission."
    "It was just... I couldn't," I utter, incapable of finding the words to describe what had just happened to me.
    He unfastens the rope around my upper body and moves around to loosen the knots around my ankles as well.
    I sigh in relief when my limbs are freed, and I can put my feet back on the ground. I straighten up and stretch my arms, legs, and back.
    Now that my mind is no longer clouded by lust, I begin to realize the pain my body is in. My arms and legs are sore from being kept in a rather unnatural and certainly unusual position for so long, and my boobs are on fire. I look down at myself, smiling at the red color my skin has taken on. The rope has cut deep into my flesh and left its marks on the skin below my collarbone. I stretch my legs out and examine my ankles. They are painted with deep red lines, a lot more than I ever achieved by myself.
    Leonard watches me while he rolls up the rope.
    “Do you like it?” he asks.
    “Yes,” I breathe.
    I look up at him, smiling. “Thank you. Thank you, Master.”
    He reciprocates the smile, which causes a few awkward moments of us beaming at each other like young lovers. I have never seen him smile like that before. There is nothing cunning behind it, as it has usually been. He just looks… happy. Like a normal person.
    “Come,” he says, lifting me up by hooking his arms below my armpits.
    I make a move to stand, but he switches the position of his hands and sweeps me off my feet as he lifts me up. I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck and cast him a confused look, which he ignores.
    He carries me back to the bed and lays me down on the sheets.
    “Please,” I whisper. “Don’t attach the leash.”
    “I won’t have to if you promise to behave,” he replies.
    To my surprise, he lies down next to me, offering me to rest in the crook of his arm.
    “I don’t get punished?” I ask. “For coming too early?”
    He shakes his head and runs across my abused breast with the tip of his finger. Even this faint touch sends burning stings through my body. I inhale audibly as he does it.
    “Don’t you think you’ve had enough of that today?” he asks. “Punishment, I mean.”
    “Yes, sure,” I say. “But I’m not the one in charge here.”
    He looks at me. His face is so close to mine that I inhale his smell with every breath.
    “You know that’s not entirely true,” he whispers.
    I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “What do you mean?”
    “Saying that you’re not in charge,” he explains. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed