Page 85 of His Talisman

“No.” His smile turned cold, menacing. Had I awoken the sadist in him? I hoped it was just that.

Those knives and swords on the walls came into focus. He could easily get one of those.

“The document?” I scurried to figure that out.The Latin one, doofus. “Not exactly.” A frown crinkled my brow. “I added one more synonym to that unsullied list. I’m not sure I’ve showed you that. It means chaste and unblemished and so on, but you wanted a modern slant. What about unsullied meaning unchanged by modern surgery? No breast implants, no pacemakers?”

His eyebrows tilted inwards. He nodded. “I should’ve thought of that. Good. That will do. Turn around and lie on the desk. Make sure your breasts hang over the other side. I need those.”

My research had been dismissed so casually. I was still torn between it being a make-work situation and him being a closet Satanist.

My gulp and slow inhalation were the only further delays he’d likely allow. I turned and lay on my stomach on the bare timber. The blotter had been removed, the stray pens, and the books. I had to wriggle across to have my breasts clear on the other side, and then I was balancing precariously, and my feet couldn’t touch the floor, though I did try.

“Tsk. Poor girl.”

The cane was placed across my ass and pressed down. He tapped me several times, slowly covering all the territory, from top to bottom. The cane was lifted away.

I froze, and closed my eyes, waiting for the strike. My damnable clit was getting all excited, though. When he rolled the cane over the crease where my legs met my butt, I squeezed my thighs together.

“You are a perfect blank canvas, and you squeal so nicely too. I remember all those noises you made the last time we fucked you. This ass is begging to be marked.” He lifted the cane again and smoothed his palm over my skin. I couldn’t help what I did next. I parted my thighs, craving him inside me or the strike of the cane and unsure which would be best.

“Look at this.” He dipped his finger between my lower lips. You’re wet already.”

“It’s from Cassius,” I dared to say, squirming a little on the desk and willing that finger to enter me.

“You’re such a liar. I can see how much you want this.” He slapped my ass and squeezed it, then walked around the desk without touching me intimately again.

From the corner of my eye, I watched him draw nearer, fascinated by what lay in his open palm. Two weights sat in the middle, and they were attached to two gold clamps. The little blunt teeth on those brought back memories.

“For you.” He kneeled, pinched my left nipple, then swiftly clamped it. The pain was sharp and sudden enough to make me gasp. I slammed shut my eyes then tried to rise, but he’d grabbed my other nipple. With a yelp, I subsided, eyeing him with malice. A second later, he’d clamped that nipple also.

Two clamps.

“Ffffff…” The pain was harsh but beneath it, a long way beneath, a thread of pleasure stirred. I rocked in place, getting accustomed to this. Anyone normal would run, surely, and I wasn’t running.

I opened my eyes and was captivated by the swinging of the tiny weights attached to the clamps.

“Do I need to tie you down to get you to be still, Charity?”

I shook my head.

“Good.”

He walked behind me, and at first only spanked me lightly, giving me a warm glow. A few times, he interrupted the spanking to finger me. The stimulation made my nipples ache even more, and my mouth was permanently open, but then he picked up the cane.

I was ready, warmed up, and hoping he would hold back.

The doctor gave me ten before he stopped and complimented my ass. I let out a shuddery breath. I had a bite bruise there already—which would be Cassius, and the lines were, apparently, red, and gorgeous. They fucking hurt was what I knew.

Ten more strikes whipped down, marking me. I yelped or swore, took my breaths in gasps. Yet…I also whimpered when he fingered me in between the cruelty. I whimpered and cursed him, and then…then he laid the cane across the middle of my back and left it balancing. I heard the rustle of paper, felt the obvious coolness at the top of my butt.

A swab.

I knew what that meant. I clenched my teeth. A needle was thrust through my skin. I exhaled harshly and jiggled my feet for a second. If I kicked him, serve him right. Why was I sitting still for this, again?

The doctor kissed my ass and stepped away. “Beautiful.”

And there it was—part of why I loved his sadism. It wasn’t completely explainable but that was surely half of it.

“A warning. If you keep swearing at me, I’ll be even more tempted to mark you. The next needle goes in your pussy.”

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