That didn’t stop my treacherous body from forcing a response from my mouth. “Yes, Sir.”
The two words came out shaky. It wasn’t helped much by the fact a leather strap was digging into my ribs as I hung on my belly, suspended by the medieval-looking sex swing.
But itreallywasn’t helped by the fact that my body was as stiff as a slab of marble as I waited for the onslaught of pain to begin.
And waited.
And waited some more.
Because all I got were more soft touches. Skims. Grazes.
I never thought it would happen, but I was on the verge of asking to be hurt.
No.
I was on the verge of begging for it.
Anything was better than the erotic limbo I was hanging in—literally.
Crack!
The first blow took me by surprise. I cursed Tripp, my impatience, and my agreement to be in that damn room in the first place. My hands moved automatically, unconcerned about the possibility of them getting hit as I tried to cover my ass. It didn’t work, of course. I was securely bound in place, and there was no escaping the pain. A thousand tiny sparks lit across my ass cheek, each of them igniting into a thousand more, and then those did, too.
I cried out, expecting him to wait. To give me time to adjust.
To give me even a second.
He didn’t.
The second hit connected just after, and the third landed on the exact same spot. Those thousands of sparks grew into one widespread fire.
Say stop.
Say the word.
It’s one word.
Say it.
Despite the smart demands being made by the logical part of my brain, I didn’t say anything. Okay, that wasn’t true. I said a lot. Most of it was unintelligible nonsense alongside curses and threats that were intermixed with moans and pleading anddesperate whimpers when the vibration intensity was cranked higher and higher.
But I never said stop. I never even started to say it.
Because as the pain spread, so did something else.
Peace.
It was like the inner calm I got from the most grueling workout, only multiplied by a billion. My overactive thoughts weren’t racing. I had no thoughts. It was clear and quiet. Pain and pleasure. Everything and nothing.
The soft leather connected with my tender sex as bundles of raw nerves flayed wide open.
Once.
Twice.
I shattered.
Carnal bliss tore through my body as I came, asking for mercy. Begging for more.
