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“M-master, please...”
“Ooops. I promised you some mercy. I forgot. It's so easy to forget rules. I'm sure you can relate.” His voice drips with acid.
“I'm sorry! I swear I'll never speak his name again.” It pains me to say this because I really like the sound of Seven's name on my lips. When I forget it's a number, the simple sound of it is comforting and sensual, like a far more sophisticated and worldly Kevin.
“Good girl,” my master says.
The next four strikes are tolerable but still leave their searing impression into my flesh. Tears slide down my cheeks in response to each harsh kiss of the cane. My body trembles, but I can handle it. It doesn't feel like the world is on fire. It doesn't feel likeIam on fire.
This time he keeps his word and stops after the fifth strike. He leans the cane against the wall and begins to carefully rub the welts he left. Then he's kneeling behind me, his tongue trailing over them, causing me to shudder against his warm questing mouth. He presses a kiss against my skin and rises.
“You will be a good girl from now on, won't you?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.” He presses his hand between my legs and chuckles. “I knew you would be wet for me after your punishment.”
He strokes between my legs for a moment. I try not to grind against his hand, but I fail. He stops, only needing to make the point that my body belongs to him whether or not my mind has fully caught up yet.
He unlocks the shackles, and I slide bonelessly to the floor, leaning against his leg for support. But he’s far from done with me. I feel the energy in him change, and I brace myself for whatever is coming next.
I chance a glance at Seven. He looks broken, like he was the one who just got caned.
“Let's play a different game,” he says. “Today it's lady's choice. I can fuck you while Seven watches, or I can give him a punishment to spare you this indignity.”
“I'll take the punishment,” Seven says without hesitation even though he just truly healed from the last one.
“Are you a lady? I wasn't asking you. That's not how this game works.Shegets to choose.”
I bite my lip, willing myself not to cry anymore. I hate how much I cry now, how weak and fragile I've become in so short a time. He steps away from me, and I manage to catch myself, my hands bracing against the floor.
I look up and his cold gray gaze settles on me. He knows what I'll choose. I can't let him beat Seven. I can'tchoosefor him to beat Seven. He already took a punishment to spare me.
“I'll take the punishment,” Seven says, more insistent, this time to me. “It's okay. I can't watch him force himself on you.”
Our captor laughs at this. “Oh, believe me, it won't be forced. Our Kate has a secret. She wants me. And she hates herself for it. But shedoeswant me. We have a connection. I felt it. I felt the way she surrendered in the dungeon and gave herself over to me.”
“She's terrified of you!”
“Yes. But her desire runs far deeper than her fear. And she's so grateful for the way I awakened her to a new level of pleasure she didn't even know she could feel.” He turns to me then. “Tell me, Kate, and be honest, you know how I hate lies. You've thought about what it would be like when I fucked you. You've gotten aroused by it. Haven't you?”
I can't stand to say these words out loud, but I’m sure he will punish me again much worse if I lie. “Y-yes, Master.”
“So, see, Seven... it actually won't be some big horror for her to let me inside her pretty pussy. What bothers her is that you will watch and maybe judge her just a little for what a dirty whore she is. And youwillwatch. I would hate for her to have to degrade herself like this only for you to cheat on our game. Then I'll have to fuck herandpunish you.”
“Listen to me, you don't have to do this. I’ll take the punishment,” Seven says, his hazel gaze capturing mine before I look away again.
I notice he's not saying my name. He knows what will happen if he does.
Our captor notices it, too. “Oh yes,” he says. “I forgot. You don't have anything to call her. Hmmm. If I'm going to share ownership, you need a pet name for her. How do you feel about Slut?”
Seven practically roars. He's so angry that for a moment I'm almost more afraid of him than our captor. Despite his evil, our captor remains calm, calculated. He doesn't do anything without thinking five moves ahead. But Seven is pure, raw emotion. Pure anger. He jerks on the chains so hard a part of me thinks he actually can pull them out of the wall and somehow save me... save us.
But the chains are solid, bolted into the concrete, too strong for even the greatest anger and protective instinct to break.
“Okay. No Slut,” our captor says. “You could have just vetoed the choice. For fuck's sake. You are such a drama queen.” He paces like he's really thinking this through. “So something cute then? Something sweet? How about Kitten?”
Seven catches my gaze, and there’s a question there. I nod. I like Kitten. And I would especially like it coming out of Seven's mouth, which makes it seem impossible that our captor will actually allow us this small kindness.
