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“Don’t be a baby,” he said, when I stared down at the developing marks. “It hurts, but I’m not hitting you that hard.”
“It hurts, though. It really hurts.”
He answered that with another set of blows, two on the inside of each thigh as I bucked on the beam. Now the phallus was fucking me, because I couldn’t stop hopping up and down. The chains holding my ankle cuffs rattled with each jump. My pussy was full and wet, and Fort was hurting me, and oh God, I wanted to come. I needed to come, but I couldn’t unless he touched me.
Then the tip of the whip teased between my legs. I cried out and arched my back, needing more.Let me come, let me come. If you won’t love me, at least give me that.
The pleasurable prod against my clit disappeared. “You’re a masochist, aren’t you, Juliet?”
His tone of voice indicated only one correct reply, which I gave him. “Yes, Sir, I’m a masochist.”
“Then you’d probably prefer more pain.”
He went back to swatting my inner thighs with the whip, quick, sharp bursts that drove me out of my mind. I tried to process the sting, tried to transform it into something that might let me come, but it didn’t work. A moment later, he stopped. Prodded my clit again.
I moaned at the blissful sensation even as I knew the delicious, teasing contact wouldn’t last. This was a game to him, a game to see how miserable he could make me, how hard he could make me cry. If he didn’t want me to come, I couldn’t come. I was his. I endured all this for him. I stared at him, going subspace-y, letting him see just how much pain I’d take for his pleasure. I understood now why consent wasn’t necessary in scenes like ours. He could take anything from me, have anything, and I’d only give him more.
Instead of looking pleased, his lips twisted in frustration. “Jesus, I told you to stop that.”
As quickly as I’d found subspace, he jerked it away from me. “Sir…I…”
“Stop looking at me like that, like you’re doing this for me.”
He took a step back. I was flabbergasted. I thought that was what submission was all about. I’d thought that was the purest, highest form of surrender. “What? I don’t understand.”
“Get your emotions out of it. You don’t have tounderstand. You have to—” He swung an arm around the space, gesturing with the whip. “No one else looks at their Dominant like that. They’re here for the pain, for the enjoyment.”
“I—Sir—I am—”
“You have to be in it for yourself, not for me.”
“But I—I want to do this for you.” Tears rose in my eyes. “I come here for you.”
“No, you come here for you.”
“Partly, but also to please you. Because I—” I hesitated, but the words still came, the horrible, disastrous words. “Because I feel connected to you here, in a way I’ve never felt connected to anyone before. There’s this depth to our scenes—”
“Jesus, there’s no depth to anything, Juliet, except that dildo in your cunt. I mean, look at you.”
His hard gaze raked over my slut costume and restraints while I stared at him, traumatized. His hazel eyes went storm-dark, then he dropped the whip and turned away. Tears blurred my vision as I watched him stride the length of the dungeon and walk out the door.
Oh God. He couldn’t… He didn’t…
He had. He’d left me. A minute went by. Two minutes. Three. I watched the door but he didn’t return. I looked around, seeing blurs of Dominants, none of them my own. Where was he? Was this more sadism? A punishment?
The tears in my eyes spilled over, but I couldn’t wipe them away. My hands were bound. My legs were bound. My body was under someone else’s control, and that someone had left me.
“Jesus.” It seemed an eternity before I heard the rough voice beside me. “What the fuck? Where’s Fort?”
I screwed my eyes shut, ashamed, trying to find my voice to speak. “I—I don’t know. He left a while ago. I don’t know.”
“He left? Open your eyes. Look at me.”
I did, and hot tears flooded my cheeks. He put a hand on my back. “Get her a blanket,” he said. Fingers worked at my wrists. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the ever-loving fuck?” His arms came around my sides, undoing the strap at my waist. My tears cleared enough to recognize Fort’s friend Devin and the elfin submissive he’d brought to Goodluck’s premiere.
Whispers rose and other noises in the dungeon faded away as people moved toward me, fencing me in. I wanted to hide but I couldn’t move. Devin waved someone away. “No, I’ve got it. Give her some space.”
He lowered the beam so my feet could reach the floor, then knelt and undid my ankle on one side, while his submissive undid the other.
