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You were teasing me. Testing me out. I locked my knees, lifted my chin and dared you to give me more.
“True to your safeword.”
With another snort, you hooked my arms onto something above, pulling me up to tiptoes, then rocking me gently.
“Not an inch.”
Then you walloped me for real. One strike, two, the air moving through the leather a whistle. I desperately tried to keep myself from swaying, struggling to stay firm while the whip lanced my already burning flesh.
With all the pain came pleasure, my orgasm lifting from my core, rising like a tsunami, pulling my muscles taut as it built.
I whimpered, biting my lip so I didn’t cry out. I wanted to be strong.
I wanted to defy you, too.
I knew you wanted me to scream.
I knew you wanted me to beg.
I remained stubborn to your desires. I could torture you, too, even if it came with more punishment.
You moved around my body, striking my back, then once you were at face level, you somehow smacked my tits, bringing the sting to my nipples with each expert stroke.
Fast, furious, efficient.
I looked up through wet eyelashes, my tears the only sign that you were breaking me.
You were smiling, seemingly satisfied that I was fighting you with my silence.
“Does that hurt?” You leaned close, your lips a fraction away from mine. “Should I stop?”
I wouldn’t say yes. You should have known that.
Instead, I stretched forward and brushed my lips against yours. Daring you with my boldness.
You pulled back, appraising me. “You’re a sassy woman.”
The cat-o-nine tails disappeared, and in its place was a large, thick paddle.
“Let’s see you withstand this,” you said as you walked around me.
The first hit rocked me forward, and your answering grunt sent shivers over my skin. I managed to keep my toes in place, but barely. You slipped your fingers inside me, rubbing my G-spot roughly, swaying me forward and back on the hook.
“Let’s see if I can get you moving now.”
You pulled out, then stepped back. I tensed, waiting for the next strike. But instead of hitting me, you used the edge of the paddle to part my pussy lips, then rubbed my clit.
One foot lost grip on the floor. I twisted around on my bindings, barely able to hold position.
You laughed, pulled the paddle free, and just as I got my toes down again, you hit me hard enough to force a yelp past my lips.
The paddle covered my entire ass, bringing flames to the surface quickly, relentlessly, as you worked the tool, hitting low to encompass my thighs, then high to include my back. I knew it’d be painful to sit, even in my waking life, after this. The ghost of this dream would carry.
Yet, I pushed back toward you, offering my ass up, tempting you to go harder, to leave bruises.
Didn’t I deserve this? I’d meddled with your pack. I’d lost control over the situation.
I stumbled over that thought.
