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Goosebumps spread across my skin when his fingers lightly touch the back of my neck. I close my eyes and try to calm my erratically beating heart. When he's done, his tone is soft and gentle.
"Are you ready, pretty girl?"
"Yes…"
"I will shoot for five but will re-evaluate when we get there. I want you to count, and lastly—" He takes my chin and turns my head so he can see my face, or so I can see his when he says, "I need you to breathe through the pain, and if it gets to be too much, say Red." A moment later, I hear the crack of the whip just before the biting sting slices across my ass.
If I had a description of what that first kiss of the whip felt like, I'd have to say it was the most exquisite kind of agony. Nothing compares to the heated lick from the fall of the whip. That one kiss had an irrevocable effect; nothing will ever come close to this pain. I've found my new bliss for when the darkness falls.
"How are you?" my stepfather asks as he comes up behind me.
"Mm, that was…"
I can't find the words for what I want to say except that I need more. I need to feel that sting again, the burning that rises with every lick. My head is swimming, and my endorphins are running high after only five lashes, but I want more.
"…perfect." I finish with the only word I can find that would fit.
"I think you are a masochist, Ryan." Bain chuckles. "Are you good now?"
I bite my lower lip and turn my head, meeting his dark eyes. "Can I have a few more?"
He sighs, then lifts his hand, hovering it over the welts left behind. "May I?"
I hesitate a moment but then nod, wanting to find any kind of pain possible. I hiss as his finger begins to trace the welts he gave me. My breath catching every time he moves to a new one. He does this to all five heated marks marring my skin.
"They're so beautiful, Ryan," Bain whispers.
"Can I see?"
"I don't have my phone on me…sorry," he says remorsefully.
"Will you do it again then so we can take a picture of it?" I ask.
"You can see it in the mirror once we are done." He removes his hand and takes a step back.
"It won't be the same," I say softly.
He gives me a soft smile. "Perhaps, but I doubt your mother would be happy about me whipping her daughter, not to mention what Beau would think. This is for instructional purposes, Ryan."
“Beau doesn’t care, Bain. If he did, he would be here. I'm nothing but a used-up whore in his eyes now."
"Hey." Bain moves closer again when a tear accidentally slips, and he wipes it away. "Don't think like that. I'm sure he's going through a rough patch and needs time. He loves you, and you know it."
I straighten my spine. "Say what you want, but until he comes home and tells me all that on his own, I will think the worst."
"Ryan…"
"Can I please have a few more lashes?" I say, cutting off whatever he was going to say.
His mouth tightens into a thin line, and he nods. Returning to his place a few feet away, he speaks again before he starts, instructing, "I'm going higher this time—to your upper back. The fresh skin will give you the same effect as when I started on your ass."
"Okay…"
"Remember the safe word if it becomes too much. I'll shoot for ten this time, but that's all you will get. Tomorrow, I will show you how to do it yourself." Bain sounds almost angry now, but he won't hurt me.
"Yes, Bain." Those are my final words before feeling that euphoric pain once again.
My stepfather helps me over to the bed after removing the restraints and has me stretch out on my stomach. I'm content and feel like I'm floating on a cloud as I lay here. Bain moves about the room, opening drawers and moving things around. When he returns, he tosses something on the bed and takes the lid off a round container.
