Five. With. Orgasm.

"I have always thought that the sweetest little slaves come from the most uninhibited, emotionally capable little submissives. I wonder what you would be like with a little collar, kneeling and eager to serve once you've been trained."

The thought placed the image in her head of her at his knees in that office, naked and without a shred of reserve or embarrassment, waiting for him to use her at his pleasure.

Arousal shot through her body, coursed through her veins like so much spiky poison. It was something so much more dangerous and intoxicating than the drugs.

"Ah, you like that idea."

She couldn't hide it, not when she was drenching and pulsing around his fingers, her sex dying for him to continue talking and taunting. And yet he merely stroked his fingers inside of her.

Where other doms had spanked her to work her up for a wild fuck, he was nothing like that. He left her to hump his fingers, left her pushing back against the desk, while he was so unaffected and detached.

"You like that idea so much you're close to coming for me."

Asher was right. The blood was starting to roar in her ears and the flames of punishment on her ass were making her wild.

"This gives us a problem together. I have a general rule of training and playing that suffering, disobedient girls are never allowed orgasm."

He pulled away and she sobbed miserably, but she didn't fight because there was still the terrible guilt he'd forced her to feel.

"Please. Please." She mewled it against the desk, wondering if he would give her any kind of release at all or at least give her more pain to make this feel better.

"Exceptions to my rules cost you something, Pet. I do make them, but you'll have to make a deal with the devil, so to speak."

She looked up at him, sniffling, pathetic, humiliated. God, she was on Ecstasy and her emotions were still a mess. They were all over the place, a whirlwind inside of her.

His eyes anchored her enough to let her speak and think a little more clearly. "What do you mean?"

He stroked her hair, the paddle laid to the side, and his eyes were stern amusement. Still like ice, still like protective stone that could keep her safe from even herself.

"Well, this was all so you could earn an introductory card. I can make you cum, make you scream so loud it'll hurt your fucking throat, but if I do then it will cost you, say, five more punishments. Just so I can be sure I get my message across, you understand."

"F-five?"

That cool amusement deepened. "Five. I think a week, less a day, worth of punishment with orgasms will make up for one without."

Five. With. Orgasms. Five more where she could see those safe eyes and feel his control, borrow it for just a little while. "Yes, please, sir! Please!"

Asher laughed. "I had a feeling you might agree that to be fair."

She didn't care about his softly mocking voice, didn't care that she had agreed to five more days of pain, didn't care about anything besides getting his fingers or anything else back inside of her. She whimpered when he lifted the paddle instead and held it in front of her face.

"Now, show me how grateful you are for my lesson. Kiss my paddle."

God. Every degradation was another flame, another spark on an already insane bonfire. "Yes, sir." She obeyed because she wanted these wild things. They somehow felt restrained even while they fed her need for depravity and dark intensity.

"Good girl. Now thank me for your punishment. Be a polite, good little submissive for me."

She moaned, arching on his table. "Thank you for my punishment, sir." Her voice was breathy and didn't even sound like herself. No, this girl sounded sweet and happy rather than giddy and insane.

"Very pretty. See how good you can be with some discipline? Let's see how five more days will do you."

He didn't give her his fingers back. He used the paddle handle instead and she choked, clinging to his desk with her nails clawed into the hardwood like a lioness in a frenzy.

She squealed when he filled her with the handle, sobbing and whining for more. She was facing a transparent chest of dildos and forced to acknowledge that this was on purpose. Fucking her with the object of her punishment was another lesson, a harsh one.

And she didn't care. No, she lifted on the table, her world narrowed down to one concern and that was finishing this, finding her release.

He held her still with one hand on her lower back and pumped her so hard and fast that she could hear the filthy sound of all the cum she had dripped. And she would love to say that it was the sex that threw her over, but it wasn't.

It was the fact that he was barely even touching her. He stood distant from her and when she looked up at him, he watched with a deliberately dispassionate gaze, as if completely unaffected.

It was the fact that while Asher pumped her and watched with that gaze, he finally lifted an eyebrow and softly said, "Go on. Take what you need like a good little slut."

She squealed to the sound of that voice, so cruelly cold and calm while she fell apart, the orgasm so dark and from a deeper place than any other orgasm she'd ever had. She had never felt so safe to let go, had never felt like such a plaything under such controlled hands.

It terrified her how much she loved it, scared the hell out of her. And she had agreed to five more days of it.

He pulled away when she was still trembling, only to lift her by her hair and hold the paddle handle to her lips.

"Open up and clean this."

Obediently she did, still high from that intense pleasure, loving every filthy word, delighted by the fact that she was licking her own mess off the toy that had punished her.

He frowned while he watched her and pulled the paddle handle away for a moment before he lifted her to stand straight in front of him, his hand still in her hair.

"I said to clean it. Open up and suck, girl."

She moaned and obeyed again, but this time he took over, thrusting the handle between her lips while she closed her eyes and tried to not climb towards orgasm again.

His facefucking was brutal, tickling her throat so that she choked and whined, but he made her take it, twisting it so that it was licked clean.

"That's how you clean my toys off. Now, let's try the floor, kotik, and this time if I see any cum left on it, we'll start it all over again without the orgasm, until you get it right."

She dropped to her hands and knees and licked while he placed one of his Harley Davidson boots on her neck and made her bow lower.

And even after all that? He still wasn't done. "Now, place your hands on the back of your neck, spread your legs like a horny little bitch in heat, and stay on your hands and knees in the fucking floor until I come back and get you."

And Asher left her just like that, placing the tear stained entry agreement beside her so that she could see that sentence for the next thirty minutes of time out.

There is no playing under the influence at Sulfur's.

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