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31. the high ⚠️

smut warning: what you've all been waiting so patiently for. It's time for punishment, my lovelies. Do you want to be surprised, or do you want to know ahead of time what you're going to be reading? For this chapter, it's spanking, edging, using toys, and a little bit of bondage. But if you'd rather be surprised, I can just... have the smut warning at the beginning and then let you proceed at your own risk in future chapters. That might be fun. 

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Oh gods... finally. I gaze up at Emily, the dark glint in her eyes sending me reeling. I desperately want to push my legs together to try and relieve the ache that's been building this entire time, but I can't. She's standing between my legs still, forcing me to keep them open. My lower stomach clenches with need, desperate for something, anything, other than those goddamn eyes she's giving me.

"Middle of the bed," she demands, her voice low and unforgiving. I shift, pushing myself up and back, moving to lay back against the pillows and the dark satin sheets adorning Emily's bed. My breathing is slow and deep, my mind consciously trying to keep my body from reacting too viscerally to my Mistress. "Stay there," is her following command. As if I would go anywhere... I'm too hung up on how she's behaving right now to do anything but listen. She stalks across the bedroom to... how did I not notice it before? a small chest in the corner.

She opens it and rummages through it, searching for something. I prop myself up on my elbows, watching her intently as she pulls out a few different things, but my eyes widen when I notice the cuffs dangling from her fingers. I recognize them. I thought I lost them. Arresting Natasha and her new sub in The Crucible happened so fast that everything blurred together. I don't remember Emily taking the cuffs off my wrists or when that happened. But she has them... she kept them. And now she's walking towards the bed with them in her hands.

"Eyes on me," she snaps, eyes narrowing. I lift my gaze to her face, watching as she drops everything onto the bed. She climbs onto the bed with me, kneeling beside me. "Remember this?" she asks, holding up a riding crop. I nod mutely. She'd snuck that into the Crucible as well. "Imagine, the things you can slip down a boot leg," she'd said, holding up the crop with a smirk on her face. Such a smug thing... it had really done something to my heart. Even though we were just acting, she'd prepared somewhat, silently proving that she had wanted this dynamic with me before we even went undercover.

The crop falls on my inner thigh, and I hiss at the sting. "Words, Angel," she chides me. "Y-yes," I gasp out. Her lips curve into a sinful smile. "On your hands and knees, Y/n," she demands. I do as she says, and her hand instantly finds my ass, rubbing and caressing the soft flesh. I bite back a moan, her touch electrifying all of my senses. "You don't have to count," she says, her voice somewhat quieter, as if she's suddenly lost in thought. I don't even have time to respond or register what she's talking about, her hand squeezing my ass and distracting me. I jerk slightly when her hand caresses are replaced with a sharp slap of the crop. "Oh..." I breathe, my heart jumping in my chest.

A dark chuckle escapes her. She wanted me caught off guard by that, and she got the reaction she wanted. She does it again, the crop falling with purpose, making another flinch shake my body and a soft squeak leaving me. "Now..." she purrs, leaning over me. Her hair brushes against the smooth expanse of my back, sending goosebumps rippling over my flesh. "Tell me, Y/n, do you usually misbehave so often?" she asks me, letting the crop hit my backside again.

I grip the sheets in my hands, not wanting to cry out, wanting to be good and take my punishment like the Angel she calls me. "N-no, Mistress," I mumble, my voice soft and strained. Her hand comes back, rubbing soft circles into my ass, her touch a balm to my already aching cheek. "Well, you're off to a really good start already," she muses sarcastically, "The first time I take you somewhere, you already have to take a punishment."