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“I’m going to give you three things to think about for next time.” He paused. “If you want a next time. That’s going to be up to you.”
Did I want a next time? I hurt. I ached. My eyes burned from crying. But the sparks from my firecracker orgasm lingered, and I was still wet. His cum leaked out of me, trailing down the insides of my thighs.
“First thing…” I heard a whistle in the air, and then the impact. My legs buckled as a searing line of fire assailed my trembling ass cheeks.
“Oh my God,” I yelled. “Don’t!”
“First thing. Your body is mine once you hand it over. It’s mine to hurt and mine to fuck. Without your surrender, we have nothing.”
Nothing. No pain, no sex, no business together. This was his sexuality, and he needed everything or nothing. Oh shit, this was so intense. I wanted to beg him, plead with him not to hit me with the dowel again, but I knew he would, at least two more times.
“Posture,” he murmured, and I reached down inside myself and mustered the strength to straighten my knees and my spine. My arms curved around the post, clenching with a trembling grip.
“Second thing.” This stroke landed in a whistling burn across my ass, just above the still-throbbing first one. I’d been so stupid, so wrong. The thin dowel wasn’t the easiest implement. It was the hardest, which was why he’d saved it for last. It was fucking satanic, straight out of hell. “I want you to remember that the only reason your tight little asshole wasn’t punished tonight is because this was your first time. You can expect it next time. Make sure you’re ready.”
I coughed, almost choked. I’d never had anal, but I’d expected a kinky motherfucker like him to at least introduce a butt plug or two. But punishment? I squeezed my cheeks together, trying to protect that vulnerable orifice.Next time.When I clenched, it made the two dowel welts throb harder.Do you want a next time? Could you survive a next time?
“Last thing,” he said in his scary Dom voice.
I couldn’t take it. I turned to face him, to protect my ass.
“Turn around,” he said.
“Please!”
My distress didn’t move him in the slightest. Gave him a sadistic thrill, maybe, but didn’t evoke pity. “Turn around,” he said quietly, “or you’ll leave this dungeon with ten lines instead of three.”
This was why people had safe words, to escape moments like this, moments they couldn’t bear.
But I could bear it. Not having a safe word meant I had to bear it, even if I didn’t like it. He guided me around, making me grasp the pole again. All the yummy, orgasmic sensation in my pussy had fled by now, replaced with trembling terror. He waited, and I knew what he was waiting for. I squeezed my eyes shut, leaking tears, and stuck out my ass.
Thwack.
Ah, God. Breathe, breathe, breathe.I gasped and sucked in a sob. This stroke landed at the bottom, just where I sat. My buttocks clenched and unclenched, trying to process the pain. I felt his palm against my heated skin, tracing, then pinching.
“Last thing,” he said, turning me around and taking me once again in his arms. “I learned a lot about you today.” He nudged my face upward, searching my eyes. “Maybe it’s all an act, or maybe it’s pure force of will, but I think you have some masochist in you. I was hoping you would.”
Chapter Thirteen: Fort
Her beautiful ass,with three perfectly spaced stripes across it…
I took a deep breath, reveling in her tears, noticing tiny silver flecks in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before. I wanted to drink her in so I could remember everything.
Her cries, her shudders, her strength.
Her surrender.
And God, the way she clung to me now. I didn’t want to let go of her. I didn’t, not for a long time.
This wasn’t a good thing. It was very, very bad.
Chapter Fourteen: Juliet
He held mein his dark dungeon until the tremors left my body, until my tears had dried on my cheeks. The exquisite bliss of my climax eventually faded away, but my ass and breasts still throbbed each time I shifted against him. When he released me, I started over toward my clothes. “Do I…” My voice hitched. “Do I leave now?”
“No. Sit down and wait for me.” He shook his head as I skittered toward the bench by the door. “Don’t get dressed yet. Sit right where you are, there on the floor. It’s clean, I promise.”
I sank to my knees, unwilling to put any pressure on my punished ass. I wanted to get dressed again now that everything was over, but he didn’t want me dressed, and he was the Dominant in this game.
