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Heather breathed in slowly, counting. One Mississippi two Mississippi three Mississippi…
“I loved watching you and Kyle. The two of you are beautiful together. Why did you put him in headphones? He isn’t restrained, so he can pull them from his ears and listen, if he wants to, while you’re otherwise occupied.”
“If I restrain him while you have me tied up, it makes you responsible for both of us, and that isn’t right. I knew he wanted some kind of control, a reminder of who he is to me, but I didn’t want to blindfold him. This seemed the best option. His orders are to keep the headphones on and to remain on the bed. His restraints right now are my will and his submission to me.”
“And if he disobeys?”
“At the moment, if he removes the headphones for anything other than an emergency, I’m considering an hour of the baby shark song while he’s bound in a hogtie.”
“Tell me why we just had this little talk.”
As soon as he asked, she knew. “I was freaking out a little. Now I’m not.”
He nodded and finally put the clamp onto the nipple he’d been holding. He was much faster with it than he’d been before, so one second it wasn’t on, the next second it was, and Heather gasped and moaned as the sensations shot from her nipple to her clit, as fast as electricity.
He placed the nipple clamp on her right nipple and held eye contact with her this time. The line to her clit lit up again, and she tried to wiggle her ass, but the ropes held firm, which made her heart beat faster once again.
He leaned down to kiss her forehead.
“Let’s get started then.”
He walked behind her and asked, “What’s your safeword?”
Her unease continued to grow, and she focused on the fact that this was Marcus, and she was safe. It would be easy to lose herself to panic, and she didn’t like the way it felt. She steadied her voice. “My safeword ismayday.”
“When do you use your safeword?”
“If I need you to stop.”
“Do you safeword if it hurts?”
“Only if I want you to stop. The controlled pain you give me is okay if I’m enjoying it.”
“Very good. I’m going to give you ten strokes with a flogger — no time to recover between, and they’ll be intense — then I’ll back off and give you a proper warm up. Ready?”
Heather’s pulse sped, her breathing rate increased, but she gave him a nod and said, “Ready.”
The first stroke fell on her right ass cheek and she jerked, but couldn’t move. The second fell on her left ass cheek, and she began fighting the restraints in earnest. Something was wrong, she couldn’t breathe, her chest hurt.Oh God. Her chest felt like an elephant was sitting on it, and her diaphragm couldn’t work. She yanked and pulled at her bondage, but could only move her arms and legs a little, and her actual body none at all. She couldn’t breathe and her chest fuckinghurt. The limited view she had tunneled in and went fuzzy, and she thought she might puke.
* * * *
Marcus realized on the third stroke that there was a problem. He was in a figure eight and the fourth stroke landed before he could stop his momentum. He threw the flogger to the ground, took two steps to the cross, placed his hands on her back, and said her name, but she didn’t hear him.
She was fighting the restraints, probably injuring her wrists and ankles. He gave Kyle the silent safeword signal — fist, then hand open with fingers spread, then fist again — and motioned for Kyle to come to them. Kyle pulled the headphones off, sprinted towards them from the bed, and Marcus told him, “She didn’t callmayday, but she’s panicking and I can’t get her to listen to me.”
Marcus worked on removing the ropes from around her legs, first. “I’ll get the ropes, you do her cuffs. I’m not sure what she’ll do once she’s released, but she’s going to hurt herself if we don’t hurry.”
Kyle had Heather’s feet free before the words were out of Marcus’s mouth, and Marcus had the rest of the ropes free within another twenty seconds. He hadn’t expected trouble, but he always used ropes with an eye towards safety, so it didn’t take long.
Kyle turned her around to hold her, but she was still freaking, and she swept her legs under his knees, knocked him to the ground, and took off running.
* * * *
Heather ran in a blind panic. Out of the playroom, down a hallway, down the stairs, into a bedroom, and then a bathroom. She slammed the door shut and tried to lock it, but the damned door didn’t have a lock. She turned and ran to the shower, put her back to the corner, and sank to the floor, arms wrapped around her knees, knees drawn to her chest, and tried to breathe, but her chest hurt and she still couldn’t take more than tiny shallow breaths because it fuckinghurt.
She was having a heart attack; that had to be it. Her chest hurt, she couldn’t breathe, and her pulse rate was running away.
She heard the bathroom door open and close, and then footsteps slowly walking in her direction. She heard the footsteps walk around a bit before coming to the shower and looking in. She could see the shadow at the edges of her peripheral vision, but didn’t look up to see who it was. Her gaze stayed focused on a line of grout on the floor a few inches in front of her toes, and she hoped whoever it was would just go away.
