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The pain was incredible, and my voice became strained quickly as I screamed, though I didn’t remember screaming later. All I remembered were the clouds of muted pastel colors, like those Rick and I watched on the patio all those twilight evenings, and music that reminded me of my childhood and the freedom and joy I felt.
The pain was an aphrodisiac, so like the ginger he’d used on me. When Rick wielded my pain, it was overly erotic, like I couldn’t stand it a second longer.
All the time since our first scene, he hadn’t allowed me to come. I’d been so close many times, but he stopped me with a glance. I wanted to be obedient to him, to love him with my willingness to be under his control.
On that stage, that beautiful night, with the world watching, or at least it felt that way, I was on display, and it was my beautiful Rick who showed me off proudly. I came in the middle of our session on the stage, my body overtaking my obedience. At first, I felt shame coursing through me as Rick continued to whip me with the crop across my back and legs.
When he saw me shaking, he came around to the front of me again and then laughed low. “You came.”
I was crying and he wiped my tears from my cheeks.
“None of that. I wanted you to come.”
I sobbed loudly at that. “I didn’t have permission, Sir!”
I was held lovingly, Rick kissing over my tear and sweat drenched face. “Baby, shhh. I’m not upset at all. You just showed me and all the people watching us what a good sub you are for me. You took my pain so well, you came.”
“I love you, Sir, love you, love you so much…”
“And I love you, Kanan. Can you take some more for me, or have you had enough?”
“More. I can take anything.”
“Good boy,” he said before he touched his lips to mine.
I heard the crowd’s noise in and out of my consciousness, mingled in the music like they were the chorus of voices to accompany the stringed instruments. Their cheers were crescendos, their clapping was the beat of the song.
I was beaten with that crop over my front and back, the cracking of it, the sting all felt like nothing as I became numb from that and the endorphins made me fly. I’d had great times with Rick, but that night, on that stage, I flew like I’d never done, coming again before I croaked out my safeword.
I was brought down quickly by too many hands. I found out later that Rick and Damon both got me off the ropes and out of the spreader, then I was carried, like I’d been earlier, to the aftercare room. I pulled Rick down with weak arms, kissing him as I lay on the soft couch. “Love you, Rick. Love you.”
“I love you, God, love you, Kanan. I can’t believe you took that. You’re going to have such bruises!”
“I love them all, every one of them,” I said, though my voice was a croak.
He laughed and then lifted my head to help me drink a little water. Damon and Joel knocked then came in, and Joel was on his knees on the floor by me. “Ya okay, Kan?”
“I’m good,” I got out on a grunt.
“That was sumthin! I’ll tell ya, ya had ‘em all goin’!”
“He’s right, they’re revved up crazy out there! You two were a hit! Excuse the pun, Kan.”
Rick laughed as I did, and Joel started to hand Rick cold compresses. “That was sumthin,” Joel repeated.
“I can’t believe you took all that. Must have been a hundred strikes. What a trooper,” Damon bragged about me.
Rick perked proudly. “He’s amazing. He takes so much and flies so beautifully.”
I felt in heaven, though my body ached, and my skin burned. The cold packs were helping, though, and Rick’s worried but proud eyes were medicine for me. “Sir, I need you.”
He knew what I meant and so did our other guests. Damon whispered, “Joel, let’s go.”
“Right! See ya, Kan.”
Rick kissed me deep, holding my face as I writhed on the couch, my cock straining hard again.
Rick locked the door and then got on the lube from the bowl, slathering over his dick. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby.”
