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Though Master J and his trainers had not struck the slaves hard enough to leave a mark or risk permanent lines on their skin, they did use crops to correct behavior, usually on the nipples or directly on the pussy. Damon would strike her harder than she’d been struck in the past because she enjoyed the bite of pain, but he needed to be very careful not to trigger her.
When he nodded toward Boyd, his friend handed him another flogger, one with heavier leather falls. Damon swapped it out and slowed his swings.
Gemma lifted her head, not looking back. She kept her gaze straight ahead. “Oh God, that feels so good.”
Damon continued, glancing at Robert every few strokes.
Robert was standing close to Gemma’s head, all of his attention on her expression and demeanor, making sure she wasn’t in distress. Damon welcomed the second set of eyes. Gemma was not like any other submissive any of them had ever scened with.
Finished with the flogger, Damon handed it back to Boyd and stepped closer to set his hand on Gemma’s lower back and rub her warm cheeks. “How are you doing, baby?”
“So good.” Her body was relaxed and limp. He took that as a good sign. She might not know what subspace was, but she was slipping in that direction. He needed to be cautious about that too.
When he slid his fingers between her legs to check her thong, they came away soaked. She also arched her head back again and whimpered. All good signs.
Next, Boyd handed Damon a wooden paddle. He brought it around to show her. “I’m switching to a paddle now. The sting will be more intense. You ready?”
She licked her lips, nodded at him, and lowered her head again. “Yes, Sir.”
Once again, Damon started slow, tapping her bottom and the backs of her thighs as gently as possible before building up the intensity. He loved the way her skin was growing redder with every passing moment.
After giving her a firm swat, he paused and stepped closer to her head to stroke her neck. “How are you doing, baby?”
“So good. That feels amazing.”
He smiled. There was now very little doubt his girl enjoyed a certain level of pain beyond spanking. The question was how much could she endure?
Robert nodded at him, his way of letting him know he also believed her words and thought it was safe to continue.
Damon increased the pressure, the sound of each slap reverberating in the large space. With only four spectators standing close, none of them making a single sound, the paddle strikes seemed much louder than usual.
Since Gemma was still relaxed and showing no signs of using a safeword or moving her arms or legs, he swapped paddles with Boyd and changed the sensation a bit. This one would deliver a harder thud.
The first strike made her cry out.
Damon hesitated, his heart racing.
And then Gemma lifted her head and twisted around to look at him. “Don’t stop.”
He smiled and struck her again several more times, watching her sexy ass turn a darker red. He didn’t want to break the skin, but if she enjoyed the sting, he would be happy to swat her sexy bottom as often as she’d like.
In his mind, he immediately took that thought back. If Gemma had her way, she’d probably insist on him paddling her three times a day. That wouldn’t be safe. Her skin would need to heal for a few days after this level of impact play.
Finally, he returned the paddle and picked up the crop. He needed to test her ability to recognize the difference between Damon using it consensually and her former trainers using it for evil intent. There was no guarantee she could tolerate the crop, but that would be okay too.
Chapter 4
Gemma
Gemma’s heart was racing. She’d never felt so alive. She knew she craved impact play on some level, but this was more intense and amazing than she’d anticipated.
Maybe she was wired this way. Maybe she would have loved impact play even if she’d never been abducted and trained as a slave, but it was also possible she was starved for the intensity of the contact after years of denial. Dr. Langston had helped her recognize the need.
When Damon stopped paddling her and slid his hand up her back, she whimpered. She lifted her head and turned toward him, thinking to beg him not to stop.
She opened her mouth, but he immediately tapped her lips with a leather flap, making her breath hitch.
“I want to try a crop on you, baby,” he said gently. “It might trigger you though. It’s important that you tell me if you don’t like the sensation. Remember, what happens between you and me is consensual.”
