Page 23 of Serving Her Sentence

“I’m going to take her back to my room. Would you like to join us?” Damian asked.

“No, I have some things to do tonight, but thanks.” Sean actually whistled as he made his way out of the door.

Noelle didn’t move. Partly because she hadn’t been told to and partly because she was too tired. It had been a long day, and she was going to grab every second of rest she could before Damian did… well, whatever it was Damian wanted to do to her tonight.

“Come, slave. On your hands and knees.” Leather creaked as Damian got out of the chair, and Noelle pushed herself up to crawl after him.

9

Following Damian down the hall, breasts and chain swaying gently beneath her, her nipples ached painfully as each little movement caused the chain to pull on the clamps. The intense high of pleasure was slowly fading, leaving only the sharp tingling in her nipples and the soreness of her pussy from Sean’s hard use. Her muscles were still watery, and she was almost glad to be crawling, even though it was humiliating.

The large house he lived in had staff, and she was grateful none of them passed by when Damian was leading her back to his bedroom. By the time they reached the room, more of Sean’s cum had leaked down her thighs, coating her skin. Noelle wished she could wash it off, but she didn’t dare ask until Damian was done with her. For all she knew, he would like it there.

Pervert.

Uh huh, and who’s the one getting off on all the filthy shit he’s making you do? Who chose this life?

Doing her best to ignore the little voice in her head, Noelle crawled to the center of the room while Damian closed the door behind her.

“Third position.”

Noelle pushed to her feet, only wincing slightly when her breasts bounced. Her nipples were going numb. With her gaze downcast, she could see how much darker they were than usual. Only the tips of the little buds were sticking out the other side of the clamps and were so dark red, they were almost purple.

Damian circled around to her front, examining her breasts as closely as she had been. Reaching out, he tugged on the chain. Noelle steeled herself against the pain… but it turned out to be unnecessary. It still hurt, but not the way it had when Sean had first attached the clamps and pulled on the chain. This was a more muted hurt, likely because her nipples had finally adjusted to being so tightly pinched.

To her surprise, rather than attempting to torment her further, Damian reached up and opened the clamps, removing them from her nipples. Noelle only had a moment to stare in surprise at the slightly misshapen buds released from their confinement before Damian’s arms were around her and his lips pressed against hers in a searing kiss. Interest sparked, along with the sudden worry of whether to leave her hands behind her head or attempt to hold him back when her abused nipples pressed against his chest and the agony hit.

Noelle shrieked against his lips, hands automatically coming down to try to shove him away, but he was holding her too tightly. Blood pounded in her ears, her racing pulse forcing circulation back into her nipples, and it felt like a thousand needles were stabbing into the tender buds from all directions, all at once. Every movement, every rasp of her sensitized skin against the silky material of Damian’s shirt, felt like sandpaper against the tormented nubs.

He hadn’t wanted to kiss her—he’d wanted to swallow her screams, tofeelher pain as she writhed with it. He’d known exactly what was going to happen, how much it was going to hurt when he removed the clamps, and he’d wanted to enjoy it as intimately as possible. Tears slid down her cheeks, and his lips finally moved away from hers. Noelle panted for breath as he licked some of the salty liquid from her skin.

The bulge of his cock pressed into her stomach, hard as a rock from her distress. Shockingly—although perhaps she should have expected it by now—she was already aroused again, thanks to his cruel treatment.

There is seriously something wrong with me.

She didn’t have time to think too much about her body’s reactions before Damian pulled away and turned her around.

“Bend over the bed.”

Noelle’s ass clenched around the plug. Other than the plug, her ass had been left alone all day, but she had a feeling that was about to change. Damian wasn’t allowed toharmher, no matter how much he hurt her, but that little hole had mostly recovered from yesterday’s unaccustomed use. Not enough that she’d enjoy what was about to happen, but hopefully, enough she would be able to bear it. If nothing else, it should help distract from the nonstop throbbing pain in her nipples. They were still dark and angry looking, fully plumped now after their ordeal, and perhaps even more swollen than before.

Bending over the bed, Noelle rested her weight on her forearms, keeping her breasts hanging beneath her, so nothing touched the distressed buds. The easier she could make this on herself, the better.

Damian surprised her once again. Rather than going straight for the plug and fucking her ass, she heard him moving around behind her. When she lifted her head to peek over her shoulder, she was horrified to see him walking back toward her with a long cane in his hand.

“Eyes down, slave,” he snapped out, and Noelle whipped her head back around. Something hard tapped against the back of her thigh, deceptively gentle. Any lingering pain from the crop Sean had used had already dissipated, thankfully. “We’re going to have to work on your obedience. You moved out of position without permission, then after being ordered to bend over the bed, you kept looking around. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Even though she wanted to plead her case, Noelle didn’t think he would care for any of her reasons. Not really.

“I’m sorry, Master,” she simply said instead.

There was a long pause, and her heart crept up into her throat, worried she had chosen the wrong response, then Damian chuckled.

“Perhaps you have already learned more than I realized. An apology instead of excuses. Well done, slut. For that, I will only give you five strokes with the cane. Ten if you break position.”

Noelle whimpered in fear, leaning more of her weight forward, her fingers digging into the sheets and mattress beneath her. With her thighs squashed against the side of the bed, she couldn’t get any farther away from the incoming punishment, but her instinct was to try.

Whap!