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She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’m not using the crop to correct your behavior. I’m not going to strike you anywhere near your nipples or your clit. I’m going to use it to make your bottom sting just like the paddles and the floggers.”
She bit her lip and held back her response. Part of her wanted to tell him to go ahead and swat her clit. The crop was not going to trigger her. It was in Damon’s hand instead of the hand of some evil motherfucker. She could probably come if he tapped her clit with it. But she didn’t tell him that.
Her breath hitched when he dragged the soft leather tip across her heated skin. Every inch of her butt was on fire, a delicious sensation that was even better than any of the times he’d spanked her. Hot. Tingly. Every touch made her eyes roll back.
When he suddenly smacked the bottom swell of her ass cheek with the square flap of leather, she flinched. It hurt so good. She wrapped her fingers around the padded armrest to remind herself not to move. Her toes curled in her stilettos.
Damon was right. It was intense, reminding herself not to move. Harder than being restrained. He was also right that she probably shouldn’t ever let anyone restrain her. It might cause her to panic.
A long moan escaped her mouth when he swatted her other cheek in the same spot, shocking her as she realized the sound was coming from her. She held on tight to the armrests, but she felt herself oddly slipping into a strange place as if she were detaching from her body.
Two more swats dragged her deeper. She was tumbling into a weird state of bliss. All her focus was on the pain. It felt euphoric. It felt like something was lifting from her. Floaty. Several sensations at once. Like she was being exonerated for something. Like the times her mother took her to confession when she was a kid.
So odd. Confusing. And her pussy was throbbing. Her nipples were so hard and tight against the straps across them. She wanted to wiggle so she could abrade them against the elastic, but she wouldn’t risk them popping free and upsetting Damon.
Damon was adamant about not sharing her, and she would respect that because it was important to him and because his possessiveness was sexy as fuck.
“Do you know what this is, baby?” Damon’s hand was on the back of her head, stroking her hair. When had he stopped swatting her with the crop?
Her head was still down. She didn’t have the will or the energy to lift it, but she didn’t need to. He was holding something beneath the bench in her line of sight. A stick?
“No, Sir,” she murmured.
“It’s a cane.”
She shuddered. Right. A cane. She swallowed hard. She’d seen videos of every type of toy on porn sites before she was abducted. She’d watched with her friends. If she remembered correctly, a cane could leave a long welt across the skin. In the videos the submissive always screamed and tried to avoid the strike of a cane.
Gemma wanted to experience it. She wanted to know. “Please show me, Sir,” she whispered.
He continued to stroke her hair. “One strike, Gemma. Afterward, you’re going to come so hard for me that your screams will vibrate all over the room.”
She moaned. Her pussy clenched. She wanted what he was offering more than anything. “Yes, Sir.”
Damon rounded behind her and then set the cool cane against her thighs, stroking her skin, teasing her with the promise of its kiss. She knew it would be a wicked kiss. She was ready. Salivating.
The cane disappeared, and a moment later, she heard the whistle of it rushing through the air a half second before it contacted her skin, making a long line across both butt cheeks right at the juncture with her thighs.
She screamed. The pain was intense. She never released the armrests though. She held on tight as the waves of pain spread through her body. It felt like he’d flayed her skin open. She’d never experienced anything that intense before in her life.
It felt like paradise. She left her body for a moment as she absorbed the bombardment of sensation. Intense release. Validation. She was alive. Real. Human. She was on fire. Redeemed. Released… Released from her prison, released from her mind, released from her body.
A clanking sound followed, and she assumed Damon dropped the cane, and less than a second—and an hour—later, his fingers were between her legs, cupping her pussy. He reached under her thong, trust two fingers into her channel, and found her clit with his thumb. “Come, Gemma.”
She did. She came so hard her entire body shook from the intensity. If he hadn’t used his other hand at the small of her back to anchor her, she might have slid off to the floor.
Her ass was on fire. Was she bleeding? She didn’t even care. He could make her bleed every day if it felt this euphoric. And her orgasm wouldn’t end, mostly because he didn’t stop fingering her. He pushed harder on her clit, added a finger to her pussy, and pressed his pinky against her tight asshole.
“Give me another one, baby. Come, Gemma. Again.”
His command was all she needed. As if her body was not her own but his. It obeyed his demand.
The sounds coming from her mouth were inhuman. After screaming, she started crying, an ugly cry that wasn’t from pain but from release as if her entire world had just righted itself as all the pieces fell into place.
Tingles covered her skin like electrified goosebumps, causing her to start shaking violently.
Damon pulled his fingers out of her. A moment later, he wrapped a blanket around her and lifted her off the spanking bench to cradle her in his arms.
