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“Count,” she barks.
“One,” I mutter through clenched teeth.
“Very good.”
Without warning, she delivers the second blow, and this time, I let out a squeal. My skin starts to prick with heat.
I don’t think I can do this.
“Two…” I say with a hint of fear.
As she inflicts the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth, I slowly start to lose my composure. She holds my attention by giving me little tips as the Domme in between the blows, but I struggle to focus because the pain is blinding. By the time she’s done with the paddle and asks for a color, I quietly whisper, “Yellow.”
“Very good,” she says, gently rubbing my back.
After a few minutes, she comes back and strokes my hair as I rest my forehead against the wall. “How are you feeling?”
“I hate it,” I groan, and she responds with a light chuckle.
“Do you think he’ll hate it?” she asks, and I consider Beau for a moment.
“No.” The word comes out without much thought. He’s so desperate for punishment, and whether or not he gets off on the pain, he seems to crave it. “I think he’ll love it.”
“I’ll do three hits with the flogger, so you can feel it, and one with the riding crop. How are you feeling now?”
I let out a moan. God, I hate pain, but if I want to do this to him, it’s only fair that I feel it for myself first. Swallowing down my fear, I lift my head.
“I can take it. Give me six of each.”
She laughs again. “You know you’re not supposed to be giving me orders, right? But you’re learning, so I’ll let it slide. And three of each will be plenty.”
As it turns out, three of each ismorethan enough. This pain is different and more intense each time. With each new device she uses, the blows are concentrated and sting about ten times more than the one before.
The entire time I’m thinking about him, how he would react to them. And when I’m done, Eden unfastens my cuffs and rubs something across the tender flesh of my ass and upper thighs. An hour ago, I might have been uncomfortable with her touching my butt, but right now…I don’t even care.
“So, what do you think now?” she asks. We’re sitting on the platform bed, both of us leaning against the headboard and sipping cold waters from the mini fridge. “Are you more or less nervous?”
I think about it for a moment. “Honestly…I’m excited.”
Her brows rise as she smiles. “Good.”
“I can’t wait to see how he breaks.”
She smiles wickedly at that response. But I can’t stop thinking about what it’s going to be like for him. He needs this, something to help him shatter that emotional wall he’s built around himself. The pain was bad, but this could be the thing that makes him stronger.
Rule #27: Don’t be too cocky. It hurts more than you think.
Beau
“Holy shit, Maggie!” I snap as she shows off her bruised ass and legs.
“It looks worse than it is,” she replies.
“Liar,” I say with a laugh.
“Okay, yeah. It hurt like a bitch. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I pull the mask down over my face before cornering her against the bathroom counter and grinding myself between her legs. She lifts it up, finding my mouth with her own. With a hum, she slides her tongue against mine.
