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My heart was hammering, nerves on fire, muscles twitching for escape, but therewasno escape. Only him, only Masque. I heard myself whimpering, acceptance of my bonds stealing my fight.
He pressed the cane against my ass, poking at the ridged flesh.
“More, Cat, I’m going to give you so much more.”
I shook my head, resolve breaking. “No.”
“No? You want to use the safeword?”
My mind cracked open, adrenaline rising to new heights. “No.”
“Which is it to be?” he pushed.
My breath hitched, pooling in my throat, toes curling. I couldn’t use the safeword, I just couldn’t. “More.”
“More what?”
“More pain, please, sir,” I wheezed.
“Good girl.” He didn’t let up, landing three in quick succession. I spluttered incomprehensible words, choking as they forced their way out, and there underneath were tears. I could feel them welling up, feel the lump tight in my throat. I crested my tolerance, every nerve crying for release. He hit me again and I coughed out a sob, chest heaving. I heard the lust in his voice, the soft groan of need. “That’s it, Cat, that’s it...”
I closed my eyes, ready to give it all up, ready to cry for him, but no sooner had the tears risen than they eased away again, retreating behind the wall of self-restraint. Masque must have witnessed the change; the way my body turned tense and rigid.
“No, Cat, no, no, no. Don’t close up on me now.”
The cane was more savage than ever, blow after blow without pause, and I screamed and screamed and screamed.
“NO! PLEASE, NO!”
“CRY FOR ME!” he screamed back. “FOR FUCK’S SAKE, CAT, CRY FOR ME!”
But I couldn’t cry. There were no tears left for me, and right there, bound and bruised, I realised I wasscared, not of the cane, or of Masque, or of the strangers at the windows. I was scared of crying, scared of breaking. I was absolutely fucking petrified of letting it all go. I was shouting before I registered my own voice. “PARIS! PARIS, PARIS, PARIS!”
There was instant silence, only the ringing of my ears in the stillness. Then there was him, his fingers at my ankles, my bindings undone in a heartbeat. He freed my wrists and then I was off the bench, in warm arms, cradled between his thighs as he rocked me on the floor.
“Jesus, Lydia, I’m so fucking sorry.” I caught my breath, feeling his heartbeat almost as fast as my own. “It was too much,” he said. “Much too much.”
But it wasn’t. That wasn’t it. “No,” I said. “It wasn’t you.” I raised my eyes to his and started in shock. “Your mask!”
“Shh,” he said, stroking my cheek. “It doesn’t matter.”
“But they can see you!” I turned to the window, finding everyone else as shocked as I was.
“Just tell me you’re ok.”
I managed a smile. “I’m ok. I’m fine, now. I’m fine.”
He kissed my eyes and I wished beyond wished there were tears for him. “We’ll stop now, let me get your clothes.”
He made to move but I held him tight, snaking my arms around his neck. “No,” I said. “Please, don’t go.”
“Only for a second,” he appeased.
“No,” I hissed. “Please. I wantyou.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Me?Here? Now? Right now?”
I pulled his fingers down between my legs. “Now. Right now.”
