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Here on Luke’s horse, I was Mitchell. Helpless. Out of control. Powerless. Restrained. About to take whatever Luke dished out, whether I liked it or not. Here on Luke’s horse, I was the me I’d been that first time on the couch. When I’d cried and begged Daddy to stop. I was the me who’d been forced.
Until I’d taken charge.
But how could I take charge here when the man who was about to cause me intense pain couldn’t be shamed or twisted around about it? When I had to choose to either find a way to enjoy it—
Did you just come, you fucking nasty slut?” Daddy bit out as I shot all over the couch.
Or I had to sink into brutal suffering and accept it.
Because there was no chink in Luke’s armor for me to manipulate. He was a Dom. A sadist. Helikedwhen I was in pain. That was fucked up in its own way, wasn’t it? What kind of asshole got off on hurting other people? What washisdamage anyway? Andwhy hadn’t I ever thought to ask that question before now? If I had, I could have used that information to—
Luke gripped my left ass cheek and squeezed. “Remember, Mitchell. Your safe word is poodle.”
I nodded stiffly. I knew my safe word by now. Why did he insist on reviewing it every time? Christ. I wanted to curse him out for the unnecessary reminder, be the brattiest and angriest sub he’d ever faced, but my throat was too tight to speak.
“You’ll call me Sir tonight.” Luke’s voice lowered, scraping over me with violent control. “Say it.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, forcing it past the tightness in my throat. The word felt like fire in my mouth.
“Again.”
“Yes, Sir.” I spit on the floor, trying to get rid of the sense memory of how it’d felt to hold my father’s cum on my tongue before I stood and spit it into his sweaty fucking face.
“Say it again.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to take you out of your head now.”
“Please.”
The whooshing sound was the first warning, but even that didn’t prepare me enough. A stinging spike of anguish was followed by a heavy pain, making me tense hard against the restraints. Stuck in place, I flexed my fingers and toes, trying to hold back the shocked shout. It burst free anyway. “Fuck!”
“Rubber flogger,” Luke said simply. “Packs a wallop and a helluva sting.”
A strike landed on my ass again with a weighty thud. The tails stung like a son-of-a-bitch. I screeched.
“That’s right,” Luke encouraged. “Gonna take you so far out of your pretty head, baby. Just hold tight.”
Struggling hard against the restraints, panic rose in me.Poodle,poodle, my mind screamed as the sound of the flogger flying through the air preceded another sunburst of vicious pain and a deep blow of heat. “Fuck!”
Without another word, Luke set up a steady rhythm. The swishing sound of the tails flying and the scent of rubber filled the space with each swing. The toy was too intense. I broke down quickly, screaming, crying, shouting, and sobbing hysterically as I struggled against the restraints.
Luke reminded me regularly, “You have your safe word.”
I shook my head, and the horrible pain started again. It seemed to last forever. He didn’t make me count. I tried several times to count in my head after a break, but couldn’t get past three before I lost all sense of space and time.
One moment I was resisting, struggling hard, like my life depended on it, and the next I’d submitted. Given up. Collapsed on the horse, crying hysterically as Luke continued to slowly, steadily pound my ass with the flogger. My head ached from pressure of the snot in my nose and the tears falling from my eyes. The floor beneath me was wet with the fluids.
My drop into subspace came hard and suddenly. A fall, a swoop, and then I was flying through it. Endorphins breaking over my brain cells like X, lifting me higher, blissing me out. The pain was pleasure was pain was ecstasy was agony was heaven. I was in it, one with it,ridingit. Chill bumps exploded over my skin, and I whimpered as Luke let the flogger fall again.
I lost touch with the world.
His hands on my sore ass told me it was over before his words did. “You did such a good job, Mitchell. You took that beating so well.” Luke massaged my trembling, hot, and angry ass cheeks. “That’s what’s amazing about you, Mitchell. You’re that strong.”
“Sir…Luke…” I sputtered through the terms of address, my mind reeling, my ass on fire, and my heart full of an emotion I couldn’t name. It was huge, vast, and threatened to kill me with its power.
He hummed a sound of acknowledgment, waited a moment to see if I was going to use my safe word, and then went on, “I’m going to unbuckle you now, and I want you to stand up. Move slowly. Your head’s still somewhere else.”
