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“Yes, Master.” I shut my eyes, and the trembling started. Not with fear. It was the trepidation, the sense of what was to come, the pain and pleasure of my submission. “Thank you, Sir.” I added, opening my eyes and those stunning blue eyes met mine, kindling an arousal that had been dormant for days.
***
He hung me from the upper ring on the bedroom wall. Tied by the wrists, my toes tickling the floor, struggling to grip.
“Master!” I swallowed hard. I’d not been expecting this. He didn’t suspend by the wrists, not often, and I couldn’t remember the last time.
Jason caressed my back with his hand, sweeping down and groping my bottom. I shivered as he repeated the action and, after each pass, I breathed deeply, focusing inwards and emptying my head of unnecessary worries.
My pose wasn’t so bad once I relaxed.
I tensed again when I saw the vicious single-tailed whip. The tail lashed about my buttocks, and I hollered into the wall. I glanced over my shoulder and behind me was Jason, stripped naked, one hand gripping the whip handle, the other his thick cock. With a swing of his arm, he continued to lay into me. The stinging, sharp pain of the lash swished about my bottom, and I juddered with every blow, unable to contain my arousal, which crept out, unveiling that part of me I could not fathom—my masochism. As I screeched, out of the corner of my eye, I could see his hardening erection. My sadist had come out to play, and the masochist within me moaned with delight.
***
Standing in the bathroom, I rotated and peered at my backside. There was the pain, the awful and nearly debilitating sear of broken flesh. Seeing the red welts and blood oozing down from the slits in my skin, I screamed. It was far worse than I’d thought. Staring at the mirrored image of my bottom, I saw the blood thickened and the stripes deepened as if they were being held apart and my inner tissue exposed. A horror movie played out before my eyes. I screamed in terror.
How could he? What has he done to me?
“Gemma! Gemma!” Jason shook my arm. “Stop screaming, you’ll wake Joshua.”
I jolted hard, sweating, shivering violently. Next to me lay Jason, his eyes wide open with concern. I sprang up, l
osing the sheet, and in the darkness, I tried to see my behind.
“Babe?” He reached out.
“No, don’t touch me.” I shrank away. “I’m bleeding.”
“Babe, you’re not bleeding. You’ve had a nightmare.”
I took note of my surroundings. I wasn’t standing in the bathroom. I brought my hand up to my eyes—no blood. The vividness of the dream had been overpowering.
“I thought, the whip…you didn’t cut me?” I rubbed my hands together.
“Gem, darling, no. You subspaced on me.”
When he reached out to me again, I let him take me in his arms.
“Oh God, it was so real.”
“It’s a dream, Gem. Nothing else. Put your head on my chest.”
The remedy of his steady heartbeat worked, as it usually did.
“Do you remember what happened this evening?” he asked.
I had a fuzzy recollection. After he started to whip me, there had been much pain then I must have drifted off. The euphoria of having him use me and take me back was overwhelming. He might have hung clamps off my labia, or was that a dream, too? Something else came back to me.
“You fucked me,” I said, laughing. “Yes, you fingered me and fucked me hard, really hard.”
“Yep. I did. You were so wet, baby. Cunt juice dripped down your legs. You went off with your little fairies, and it was divine fucking you in that state. Very fulfilling.”
“The whipping?”
“No more than a dozen. You were making such a racket, I couldn’t risk you waking Joshua, and I didn’t want to gag you.”
“It was a good scene for you, then?” I snuggled closer.
