She didn’t block out his pain, feeling it almost as strongly as he did. It edged her voice while she laid three more strokes along his back. “What were you going to do with those secrets, hmmm? Little assassin,” her voice dropped to a whisper, “haven’t you realised yet you can’t hurt me with secrets? I only hide what I’m asked to by others; it’s not possible to blackmail me.” She stalked around him, eyeing up and down.
Victor’s arms were starting to ache a little but he didn’t move them and he didn’t answer her. He wasn’t sure if her ‘no sounds’ rule applied to speaking in general as well. When she started to move around him his eyes followed her; they were glittering like molten sapphire. His lips remained a pursed line of concentration. Victor couldn’t believe what this whole scene was doing to him and that he was having to stamp down his arousal.
Another stripe crossed his abdomen. “Someone else’s power, someone else’s control,” Summer murmured, not letting up in the slightest, flicking her wrist again. “You hate it, don’t you. And yet … here you are, struggling with your own will, in the palm of my hand.” She watched him, eyes narrow, toying with the end of the rope. Then, like lightning, she slashed the last two strokes hard and fast, leaving red welts.
A long, slow breath, and she smiled, this one warm and loving. “Very good, little assassin. Very good indeed. You may speak. Tell your lady what you want.”
Victor gritted his teeth a little at the pain of the first swipe then nodded his head a little when she mentioned his lack of control of the situation. “First, I’d like to rest my arms, then I’d like to take you….m’lady.” A small smile flickered across his lips as he spoke. He, quite frankly, didn’t know where the last part came from, something reminiscent of his rebellious nature perhaps.
Summer pressed her lips flat, though a sparkle lingered in her eyes. “You have not earned /that/ yet, my assassin.” She flexed her fingers, then slid them into his hair, pulling taut. “But you have been brave, and you have been bold, and I do quite like those qualities. And obedient.” It felt powerful, standing above him, looking down. She scraped the nails of her free hand down his face, listening to the faint stubble rasp.
“You may pleasure me now.”
Victor swallowed, visibly struggling to control himself. “And h-how would you like me to pleasure you, m’lady.” The last part was a little forced but without sarcasm.
She leaned down, hands lightly on his shoulders. “Hands and mouth, my darling. You are so very good at that. Then, perhaps, I will allow you to take yours. You do wish to please me, do you not?”