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Chapter Thirty-Five
Having Gideon fuck her face had erased much of the taste of the soap. His earthy, manly scent plus the salty taste of his viscous come had left her feeling more like a person than a surface to be scrubbed clean. Although she supposed he was cleansing her in a way.
Not that he would expect her to be totally fine after a scene—kink didn’t erase grief. But it could draw out some of her anger like poison from flesh, rendering it harmless. Not all of it for sure but it was a good way to put it out in the world when she couldn’t use her words.
And having her mouth washed out with soap? That had sent her into sub space so deep she could barely see a pinprick of light and it had been glorious. Had cleared her head. When she sucked his cock until he spilled into her mouth, Gideon had been her entire universe.
The number he was doing on her backside meant all her attention was on her ass now and how much it fucking hurt.
He’d had her over his lap for a good long time with his hand followed by the paddle—pressing a plug into her ass in between, stood her up to take her cane strokes, left her there for the crop, held her across his thighs again for the goddamn hairbrush, and now she was tethered to his closet door with her arms over her head and her ankles spread wide as he tormented her with an evil stick.
Her legs were trembling with strain and adrenaline, and she pressed her forehead to the cool wood of the door. It hurt. Everything hurt. But she could breathe and she could close her eyes and when he blessed her with the soft and steady touch of his hands instead of the blinding sting of the thin carbon fiber rod, that was heaven.
Devious and sadistic as her daddy was, he’d started out by laying down thin fiery stripes on her shoulder blades, the impossibly fine welts seared into her skin. Then he’d worked up her arms from her shoulders to her elbows, sparing her forearms so she wouldn’t have visible marks. Next he’d leap-frogged his way back to her shoulders, laying down angel-hair stripes in between the ones he’d already made on his way down to her bottom that was already on fire.
“Let’s add some texture to these very lovely but very naughty buttocks, shall we?” he murmured over her shoulder as he cupped, squeezed, and kneaded her backside, making her squirm and forcing inhuman noises from her throat. Ow, ow, ow, and it would only hurt worse when he—
“Ah!”
That fucker had pulled back and then flicked the fleshy part of her butt with the evil stick, and holy shit that hurt. That thin stinging was the equivalent of a high-pitched noise that drove you out of your head. She’d had an evil stick used on her before but never like this. The needling bite over her already sore and swollen skin was dizzying.
Plum wasn’t crying but she thought her lack of tears could only be explained by her body expending every ounce of energy into managing the pain.
Breathe, breathe, let it pass through you, it won’t hurt this bad forever.
No,she scolded the angel on her shoulder,it’ll hurt worse.
She cried out again—feeling like she was being flayed alive—as Gideon struck her at a spot he’d focused the hairbrush on earlier. Except Gideon was meticulous. He wouldn’t break her skin, and if he did because everyone made mistakes, he’d immediately tend to her injury and apologize.
Her head was a swirl of cries and gasps, the satisfaction of pulling against her unyielding bonds, the breathlessness of trying to inhale and exhale through the fiery storm being rained down upon her body, the exhaustion of strained muscles, all covered by a veneer of pain. Always the pain.
She was flying, deposited on a higher plane by her daddy, her love. Yes, she was certain of it, and it wasn’t the heady haze of subspace that was making her think so. She loved him. Profoundly. It was his tireless devotion, his care and attentiveness, his soul-deep goodness. And if he thought God had given him all these things, she might be able to get behind this God thing. She was a huge fan of any force that shaped a man into Gideon.
For a moment, there was a reprieve as he stopped striking her with the evil stick and leaned forward to mouth the skin beneath her ear and bite her lobe.
“Almost done, darling. Can you take a little more for Daddy?”
Plum nodded even as she realized her cheeks were wet with tears.
“That’s a good girl, oh yes. You’re Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?”
She couldn’t even say the word, but she nodded, grateful Gideon had had the presence of mind to give her a ball to hold and drop if she needed to tap out. Her face brushed against her arm and tears rubbed off on her biceps.
Yes, she was good, and yes she would be okay, even if it took a while for her to get there.
Then she screamed as the slim carbon fiber whipped the inside of her thigh. But in her agony, her internal muscles pulsed and squeezed as a massive orgasm overtook her and she cried out and shuddered as the climax possessed her body.
