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She moved off to the side of the room and came back quickly, running something that tickled across my back. “This is a flogger. It has nine individual tails. It can be used to provide pleasure,” she whispered as she dragged it over my cock and balls, making me groan from the unexpected sensation. “And it can give you pain.” She pulled it back and brought it down hard on my ass. My body arched as a sting spread through me, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to my cock.
Maybe this was exactly what I needed.
“Did you like that, Archer? Your cock looked like it did.”
I glanced down at my now semi-erect shaft and nodded. “Yes, mistress,” I replied, relaxing into this a little more.
“That’s more like it. I think you can take ten strikes and I want you to count as I hit you. Then, if you do as your mistress has instructed, I will reward you. I will take your cock in my mouth so deep I’ll choke on it.”
I wasn’t sure if I agreed out loud, but as she started, I counted like I’d been told.
Her hits came hard and fast. The first five brought my cock back to life, but by the tenth strike, my semi-erection had softened and her anger seemed to have increased.
Moving to the side of me, she stared down, running the flogger through her fingers. “I’ll ask you again, Archer… does your cock actually work? Or are you a flaccid pussy who can’t get it up? Do you need harder? I think you need harder.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but she was gone, coming back with an old school cane.
Her eyes were wide and her face flushed as she swished it through the air. Without saying a word, she brought it down across my already tender ass, making me cry out; the pain feeling so much more intense.
“Fuck, don’t we need a safe word or something?” I grunted.
“Oh, you really are a pussy, Archer. I do this a lot and trust me, real men don’t need safe words. I’m a woman. How much can I really hurt you? Suck it up. You wanted this.”
And I did. I really had, but this wasn’t giving me the release I longed for. This just fucking hurt.
“Five strikes while I tell you what a fucking dirty boy you are and what I want to do to you once I’ve finished with you here.”
I didn’t hear a word of what she said next because the pain silenced everything apart from the hammering of my heart in my ears.
“Jesus, are you crying? No wonder your dick doesn’t work. You’re weak, Archer. Weak and pathetic and there is only one thing to do with people like you… make it hurt more.”
“No, I don’t think I want that. This isn’t fun. I want to stop. Untie me. I’m done. You’ll still be paid, but I want to stop.”
She let out a cold, manic laugh before she spoke again. “I don’t leave a job unfinished and I won’t leave until I’ve ridden your cock and felt you come inside me. I don’t get to fuck famous people that often.”
She vanished again, and when she came back, she’d taken her panties off. Putting one foot on the bed, she pushed two fingers inside herself, fucking her pussy slowly, before pulling them back out, covered in her arousal. Leaning forward, she smeared her wet fingers over my lips and then forced them into my mouth. I struggled against my restraints, desperate for this to be over. Tugging her fingers from my mouth, she moved quickly, stuffing her lace panties between my lips, gagging me. I shook my head, but she pressed a finger to my mouth, shushing me.
I struggled harder, trying to push the material from my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something black move. A loud swishing sound cracked through the air before I was hit across my lower back.
The pain that sliced through me was like a white-hot poker to my flesh. I screamed so loud that not even the gag could silence me, tears streaming down my face.
The pain hit me again, and I began trying to beg, desperate for her to stop.
“I fucking hate weak men. You ask for pain, but then your dick stays limp, so you obviously want more. Do you want more?”
I shook my head, hyperventilating so much behind the gag that the room began to spin. Whatever she was using to hit me connected with my back again, before another strike caught my ribs, making breathing impossible. The harder I fought to get the gag out, the deeper it seemed to move until I thought I would be sick.
Another hit sliced through my back and I cried out again, praying that she would take pity on me. The last thing I remembered was a harder strike that burned through my shoulder blades before my head slumped forward and my vision turned black.
I didn’t know how long I was out of it, but I woke to cool, gentle hands soothing my pain, while Fox sat on the bed next to me, whispering my name.
“Hey, he’s awake. Fuck, Arch, are you okay? That crazy bitch whipped you until you passed out. The paramedics are here and are going to patch you up. Just hold still.”
“Right, well, he’s awake, so I can go and get on with my job?” I heard an annoyed sounding voice that I didn’t recognize.
“You’re fucking joking, right?” Charlie yelled. “We asked you to arrange for some fun from a reputable club and instead, you took the ten grand I paid you and you hired some back street hookers who beat the living shit out of my friend.”
“Look, Mr. Wyatt, if you want to get mixed up with this filthy behavior then you can expect less than favorable outcomes. I mean, if you think about it, your friend brought this on himself.”
