too good-looking to be celibate. But if he’s been traumatized—”
“He has, so shut up and follow me.” He kicked into gear, heading down the passage once more. He ignored Cyn’s grumbles that he was rude and entered the gym. Veering left, he stopped in front of his whipping room, which he’d had installed for his sessions. He keyed in the code to unlock the door, allowing Cyn to enter first. He closed the door behind her and locked it.
Cyn spun around. “Why are you locking the door?” she asked, looking concerned.
“So no one walks in on you whipping me.” He removed his shirt and threw it at her face. “Get naked.”
She whipped his shirt off her face. “That’s not part of the deal, and since I’m the dom, I tell you what to do.”
“No one tells me what to do, so strip,” he said, unzipping his pants.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “No.”
He stopped. “Why do you Vipers have to be so difficult?”
“Look, I’ll take my top off so you can get your jollies, but I’m keeping my pants on so I don’t get tempted to jump you, because, scrumptious, I would fuck you in a second, but I’d rather not die gruesomely at Ivy’s hands. Is that okay, Lord and Master?”
“ Sì .” He pushed his pants down. “Are you scared of Ivy?”
“Hell, yeah,” she said, staring at his cock. “That bitch broke my pelvis after I fucked her previous lover, so I’m not risking it. This will just be a transaction between us, nothing more.”
“You change your mind fast. Before you said you wanted to fuck me.”
“I said I wanted , I didn’t say I would.”
“Not how I heard it. Anyway, it doesn’t matter, I don’t want to fuck you; I just want a whipping.” He walked over to the leather restraints on the wall and raised his arms to them. “Strap me in, then gag me.”
“What the fuck!” she gasped. “Your back is shredded.”
“Stop gawking and get to work.”
“Whatever you want, freak.”
He snorted out a laugh, the woman amusing him. Usually people showed concern, not called him names.
After securing his wrists and ankles to the wall, she ran a hand over his scars. “Why do you do this to yourself?” she asked, tracing them with her fingers.
“I like pain.”
“You can achieve that without permanent scarring. Shocks do the job, also nipple clamps and pegs. None of those leave behind nasty scars.”
“I like my scars.”
“Why?” she said, running a hand over his ass.
“Don’t touch me there.”
“Why?”
“I asked you to whip me, not to touch me.”
She ran her hand over his ass again, an amused lilt affecting her voice. “You can’t do anything now you’re all tied up, so answer my question if you want me to stop: why do you like your scars?”
“Because a priest thought they were ugly.”
She removed her hand, going quiet for a few heartbeats. “Are you talking about Silvio?”
“No. Stop asking questions and do the job, or I won’t pay you.”
“Okay, Mr. Grumpy Bum.” She walked over to the wall full of whips and canes, running her hand over them as though they were precious. “Which one do you want me to use, scrumptious?”
“The cat o’ nine tails.”
“You crazy motherfucker, that one’s nasty.”
“Just do it.”
“Oh, I will, don’t worry about that.” She pulled off her top, the woman braless. She had colorful tattoos all over her body as well as gold nipple rings. She pulled on them, giving him a grin. “Like what you see?”
He nodded, although it was only half true. Although the woman was sexy as hell, she wasn’t his taste. He loved exotic women—like Ivy. Dio , that woman was an instant hard-on. He just wished he’d taken the time to fuck her with more care, then maybe she wouldn’t hate him so much now. Then again, he’d never taken a woman gently, even before the Padre had damaged him. He willed the man out of his mind, focusing on Cyn’s tits.
“You wouldn’t be a man if you didn’t like these,” Cyn
“He has, so shut up and follow me.” He kicked into gear, heading down the passage once more. He ignored Cyn’s grumbles that he was rude and entered the gym. Veering left, he stopped in front of his whipping room, which he’d had installed for his sessions. He keyed in the code to unlock the door, allowing Cyn to enter first. He closed the door behind her and locked it.
Cyn spun around. “Why are you locking the door?” she asked, looking concerned.
“So no one walks in on you whipping me.” He removed his shirt and threw it at her face. “Get naked.”
She whipped his shirt off her face. “That’s not part of the deal, and since I’m the dom, I tell you what to do.”
“No one tells me what to do, so strip,” he said, unzipping his pants.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “No.”
He stopped. “Why do you Vipers have to be so difficult?”
“Look, I’ll take my top off so you can get your jollies, but I’m keeping my pants on so I don’t get tempted to jump you, because, scrumptious, I would fuck you in a second, but I’d rather not die gruesomely at Ivy’s hands. Is that okay, Lord and Master?”
“ Sì .” He pushed his pants down. “Are you scared of Ivy?”
“Hell, yeah,” she said, staring at his cock. “That bitch broke my pelvis after I fucked her previous lover, so I’m not risking it. This will just be a transaction between us, nothing more.”
“You change your mind fast. Before you said you wanted to fuck me.”
“I said I wanted , I didn’t say I would.”
“Not how I heard it. Anyway, it doesn’t matter, I don’t want to fuck you; I just want a whipping.” He walked over to the leather restraints on the wall and raised his arms to them. “Strap me in, then gag me.”
“What the fuck!” she gasped. “Your back is shredded.”
“Stop gawking and get to work.”
“Whatever you want, freak.”
He snorted out a laugh, the woman amusing him. Usually people showed concern, not called him names.
After securing his wrists and ankles to the wall, she ran a hand over his scars. “Why do you do this to yourself?” she asked, tracing them with her fingers.
“I like pain.”
“You can achieve that without permanent scarring. Shocks do the job, also nipple clamps and pegs. None of those leave behind nasty scars.”
“I like my scars.”
“Why?” she said, running a hand over his ass.
“Don’t touch me there.”
“Why?”
“I asked you to whip me, not to touch me.”
She ran her hand over his ass again, an amused lilt affecting her voice. “You can’t do anything now you’re all tied up, so answer my question if you want me to stop: why do you like your scars?”
“Because a priest thought they were ugly.”
She removed her hand, going quiet for a few heartbeats. “Are you talking about Silvio?”
“No. Stop asking questions and do the job, or I won’t pay you.”
“Okay, Mr. Grumpy Bum.” She walked over to the wall full of whips and canes, running her hand over them as though they were precious. “Which one do you want me to use, scrumptious?”
“The cat o’ nine tails.”
“You crazy motherfucker, that one’s nasty.”
“Just do it.”
“Oh, I will, don’t worry about that.” She pulled off her top, the woman braless. She had colorful tattoos all over her body as well as gold nipple rings. She pulled on them, giving him a grin. “Like what you see?”
He nodded, although it was only half true. Although the woman was sexy as hell, she wasn’t his taste. He loved exotic women—like Ivy. Dio , that woman was an instant hard-on. He just wished he’d taken the time to fuck her with more care, then maybe she wouldn’t hate him so much now. Then again, he’d never taken a woman gently, even before the Padre had damaged him. He willed the man out of his mind, focusing on Cyn’s tits.
“You wouldn’t be a man if you didn’t like these,” Cyn
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