Oh.
Oh.
He’d braided rope into her ponytail earlier, and now it was connected to the anal hook in her ass, her back bowed down. He tightened the connection, and her back was forced into a sharper arch, her spine closer to the position her bodyhad held while it hung, buteverythingwas different. New muscles screamed. New ligaments protested. The hook shifted with every tiny movement of her head, and every shift of her hips pulled her hair.
She understood immediately that she had no good options, so she held very still and did nothing but breathe carefully.
But of course, he wasn’t just placing her here to look at. That part of the day seemed to be behind them. No, she felt his hands at her hips, then her inner thighs, spreading them wider before strong fingers traced the line the crotch rope had made. The flesh was raw and oversensitized, and Tuesday couldn’t help but flinch from even the lightest touch.
Panic hit when she felt him touching the left side of her clit, because sheknewwhat it was.
Her whole body contracted around the knowledge, a full-system flinch that pulled her hair, shifted the hook, and sent a fresh spike of pain through her scalp and her ass simultaneously.
The second pad pressed against the other side.
No,she thought, with great feeling and zero ability to do anything about it.No no no no no.
His hands left her, and she shook so hard her arms could barely hold her up, every nerve ending she possessed already stripped bare and howling, hypersensitive from everything that’d come before — and her clit trapped between those two small pads like it was already happening,like the electricity was already there, like her body had decided to start without him.
But tapping out was not an option. She’d agreed to this, and she needed to see it through.
Not to mention the fact that going through it was the only way to get orgasms, and she fuckingdesperatelyneeded release.
So she held still and waited. Shaking, arched, and connected to electricity by her raw, swollen, needy-as-fuck clit.
Chapter 14
Knife watched Tuesday shake on hands and knees, the rope from her ponytail to the anal hook keeping her back in that gorgeous, deep curve. Every tiny tremor traveled straight down the line, pulling her hair and shifting the hook inside her ass. She was trying so hard to stay still. Trying so hard to be good.
It wasn’t going to be possible for her to stay still for long, though.
He picked up the Delrin this time, his favorite cane for this kind of work. No wrapping, and no surface sting to distract from its purpose — driving past the surface layers, sinking deep into the muscle. The thick, composite cane was designed to transfer the energy of the strike all the way to the bone with a dense, penetrating thud. Delivered to the ass and thighs, the shock of it would impact some of the thickestmuscles in the human body, creating deep, bone-aching bruises far below the surface.
He started at the top of her left thigh and laid the first strike just below the curve of her ass where the hamstring began.
She jerked hard, and the rope pulled taut between her hair and the hook. Her back arched up for an involuntary second while she tried to protect her ass, still clenching hard around the cold steel, but she quickly caught herself and returned to position, her screams bouncing off the walls a half-second later.
He watched her work through the loop and come out the other side shaking, arms locked, trying to be still.
Second strike, lower. The center of the hamstring, where the nerve density was intense and the muscle was thick enough to absorb the impact and hold it, the ache building rather than fading. He read the difference in her response this time, the way her hips dropped and the tremor in her arms deepened.
She screamed into the hood with every strike, but he mostly ignored it. He was more interested in the way her body reacted.
She crawled forward on the next strike, instincts overriding her submission, and he brought the cane down hard across her ass in three rapid, savage strokes, right over the worst of the bruises from earlier.
She froze, then backed up, and he smiled.
She learned fast.
He worked down the left leg methodically, finding each cluster, taking his time between strikes to let the previous one finish its sentence before he delivered the next. The rope pulled with every flinch. The hook shifted with every pull. Her hair kept her head back and her spine bent into the sharp arch, and there was nothing she could do about any of it except shake and stay up and take what he was giving her.
Because she’d already learned crawling away wasnotan option.
He switched to the right leg and started again from the top.
The backs of the calves next, and the quality changed — bone closer to the surface here, less cushion, the Delrin especially cruel with her legs directly on the floor. Her responses were louder now, less controlled, the shaking in her arms threatening to give way. He watched her fight to keep herself up, and he respected the fight enough not to back off.
His cock was so hard it hurt. He’d been hard most of the day, teasing himself with her body while he held back, only finding release twice. But watching her fight to stay still while he hurt her, watching her body surrender its last illusions of control — this was pushing him right to the edge.
