Terrible. Wonderful. Bliss.

There was nothing hidden from that gaze. It was terrifying, the thought that there would be no lying or hiding just how much of a selfish human being she could be.

But for once, it was okay to be seen. Her reaction, for the first time in a long time, wasn't selfish.

"I'm glad, sir. I'm sorry."

Pleasure whipped through his eyes.

"Good girl. So there is some empathy available to you. Good to know."

Asher snapped the crop so hard that she squealed and then yelped when he managed to snap off the clamp, crushing her nipple.

Jezebel shook when he moved to the second one, panting while he slapped... hard. So hard. He attacked the clamp viciously and her tortured nipple with it. She panted and then squealed again when it finally snapped off with the force of his strikes.

He wasn't quite done. He came back with a clothespin.

"Tilt your head back and hold out your tongue."

She whimpered but obeyed and whined through her nose when he clipped it onto her tongue, the spring harsh.

"Keep your head back like that and think about what discipline means until I come and get you. I want you to give me an answer on what it means to you when I unclip your tongue."

She moaned, and he left her there in his office, alone and staring at the ceiling where there was duct tape above her and the words written on it. "There is no playing under the influence at Sulfur's."

Jezebel thought of textbook definitions of discipline, considered the word from every angle, trying to ignore how horny it made her just to hear his voice saying that word.

It was worse than any dirty talk she'd ever heard from anyone else. When it came from him, it made her drip like a river.

She could feel herself being a slut all over his chair, feel it sticky against her ass. The clip on her tongue helped her focus a little and she reconsidered. What textbook definition would he want?

She whimpered when he came back, dying a little under the clip and needy for it to come off, but scared because she still hadn't decided on an answer. "Now, I want you to give me a real answer, Pet. If I think you sound insincere, we can start over."

Asher released the clip, and she whimpered, worked her tongue, and blinked at him. She was afraid and aroused, but somehow calm because of his look and his icy eyes. It was so freaking confusing.

And in the end, every textbook definition left her, and she said an answer that made sense to her, hoping it wouldn't sound crazy to him.

"I don't know, but I know it's something that you have, and it makes me happy."

He blinked, then smiled. "I suppose for someone like you, that would be a wonderful point of origin, wouldn't it?"

She wasn't sure he could possibly understand how true that was, but nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Good girl. Now, let's give you some release."

Jezebel squealed when he lifted the crop and teased it over her clit, snapping it with strict, militant hits. Each one jarred her and she struggled in the ropes that held her so secure and safe.

She was held tight and she loved it. Under him? It felt right, felt as if the only thing tighter than such strict bondage was his leash. Her arousal climbed until she panted in greed, taking what he gave her.

"Pet?" She met his gaze again, having closed her eyes with the tide of pleasure.

"I would like to give you one last thing to consider. How would you feel about wearing my collar?"

She came, screaming in a panicked frenzy, so hot and abrupt that it stunned her. The climb had been a steady thing and then he shot her over and it was terrible, wonderful, bliss so hot it was almost torture.

Everything disappeared in frantic sensation at the image of wearing his collar, at the thoughts she had been having the night before after he mentioned having her in training.

But before she even came back down, she was already fighting for everything she had.

"No! No, I don't want to. Let me up! You can keep the card, just no!"

She clawed at the ropes, and she didn't know why. All she knew was something about his question made her terrified.

Maybe it was that if he had her as his, she was afraid that she would never want to leave, and the eternal fear of being tied down to anything held her too tightly.

"Hey! Look at me." He slapped her face, and she panted wildly, unsure of how long he'd been trying to get her attention. "Okay, you don't have to, Pet. It was just a suggestion."

Asher stroked her hair, and she settled down under that touch, falling back to submission because that was easier than the conflict that raged inside of her.

"That's it. Back to what we were doing."

And Jezebel realized he hadn't taken a bit of offense to her outburst, hadn't even faltered at it. He was calm again, as ever. She had a feeling she could rage at him in hatred, and it wouldn't deter him.

"We will reconsider someday when you're more at ease. My timing was awful. Here, clean this."

She sighed when he shoved the crop between her lips and suckled the leather, and this time, she gave him what he wanted, which was a sexual display, as she had learned last time.

"Very good." And she was calm again, his voice soothing with its approval. He cut through all the rope rather than untying her and tapped the crop on the chair. "Lick it up."

And she did, turning hot off the flavor of her own arousal while he watched.

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Asher's remaining four days of punishment took on a different context after his invitation.

She fell readily into his subspace, but when he let her up, it always scared her how deep he had taken her under those soft waves.

It was like a lulling song, falling to his domination, so soft and sweet that she never wanted to fight it.

Which made it feel all the more dangerous. The day after the crop he strapped her to a cross and used a leather strap on her ass until every blow was torture and she couldn't think beyond "yes, sir" and "no, sir".

He made her cum with that same strap against her clit, smiling with a vague satisfaction as she did. The one after that was the cane on her pussy and lower thighs. And she came, screaming in bliss, to that same cane.

And still the next day, he introduced her to the tawse and she hated it... until he made her cum from it.

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