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Taylor’s breathing was increasing. She couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t sit there and watch this. Damien tightened his hand on her knee. She quickly turned to him. His eyes bright as he stared at her shaking his head no.
Taylor’s mouth opened but remembered not to say anything. She tried to stand but couldn’t. Her body was again under his control.
Damn you! I want to go home. I want to leave. And when I get there so help me God you ever come around me again I will, I will, I will, do something.
Her head turned back against her will. She had no choice but to watch.
The Domme pulled the whip in the air cracking it sharply.
Taylor’s heart pounded against her chest. She felt as if she was about to give back the liquid courage she had drank freely earlier.
“You will count each one so that you know how many you are away from our beginning. Understood?” Apologetic words. Regret. Taylor heard emotions in his voice she hadn’t expected to hear.
He shook his head, pulled the whip back and crack. She screamed out in agony.
“One, Sir.” . A pause. Crack.
She screamed “Two, Sir.” Pause.
Crack. “Three, Sir.” Pause. Crack.
“Four, Sir.” Pause. Crack.
“Five, Sir.”
Taylor’s body jolted and coiled and she was frozen as she orgasmed with restraint. She tried to fight it off with the anger she felt at Damien for causing this reaction. But it didn’t work. She was frozen, watching the scene in front of her, even as her bod
y fought for freedom to react.
Taylor watched the Domme throw the whip to the floor as soon as the last crack was heard. He released her and held her in his arms, carrying her off stage as if he were cuddling a new born baby. Which just made this entire situation even worse for Taylor.
Taylor listened to remarks from the room being made as the people exited.
“Brave that one.” A man implied.
“She must really love him.” A woman suggested to the man that walked with her.
“We’re gonna have to try that next time.” A man teased the woman with him.
When the room had cleared and it was only Damien and Taylor left he released her. She turned to him staring at him. Her hand flew up attempting to slap the piss out of him but his hand caught her wrist. His eyes turned instantly red.
“Red doesn’t scare me anymore.” Taylor threw at him. She wanted to scream but she could only speak in a mere whisper.
“It should.” He warned.
“Why did you do that to me? Why?”
“I didn’t.” He cocked his head to the side.
Her eyes opened wide. Bullshit. There is no way.
“That was all you Sweet.” I’m sick and sadistic. Oh my God.
Tears filled her eyes and began sheeting down her cheeks. For the first time her mind went completely blank. She fell back into her seat with her hands covering her face. Crying frenziedly didn’t come close to the lamented act of her body at this point.
She remained aware of his presence. Why didn’t he just fix her and be done with it? Why did he just stand there and watch her feel like this? Why did he let himself feel this? Why did he bring her here to begin with? Is this what he wants from her? Her mind began working again with question after question rolling through it.
“Sweet. You are overthinking things. I haven’t altered your feelings because you needed to understand them. I am standing here because I don’t want my touch to make you think that I am doing something to you again. I brought you here because this is what you fantasized the most about. And yes, I want this.”
