“This will hurt. I make no excuses. I want it to hurt. I want you to react to the pain.” He abruptly threw the towel down and moved into position behind her.
This scene was unlike any experience she’d ever had. He wasn’t trying to ‘carry’ her into subspace; he was taking her there kicking and screaming. I want this , she reminded herself as fresh tears ran down her cheeks. Brie was determined to face this fear, to embrace the experience despite the fact she was terrified.
“Focus on your clit as I strip your back,” he commanded, just before the first lash of the tails came into contact with her skin. All illusions of bravery evaporated as she released an all-out scream. There was no controlling this pain. It was sharp, cruel, and more terrible than she’d ever imagined.
A second stroke immediately followed, not allowing her even a breath between. She shrieked, pulling against the chains, her back feeling as if it had been laid open and raw.
Then she felt his hot breath against her cheek. “Color?”
Brie gasped, “Red…ish yellow.” There was a part of Brie that desired to know if she could defeat the pain, overcome its fierce power and enter subspace.
“Good,” he replied. He reached between her legs and turned up the vibrator.
Brie threw her head back, her whole body shaking. Maybe the next hit would be enlightening or stimulating on a level she hadn’t experienced before. Fear will not control me!
She heard each step magnified as he repositioned himself. She felt the swing of the cat o’ nines before it came anywhere close to her. Her scream erupted when the evil knots impacted on her skin. Hot lava radiated from each point the cat o’ nines made contact with her back. Rytsar followed it up with a second, equally forceful stroke.
Brie screamed and then sobbed uncontrollably. This was not pleasurable or enlightening. It simply hurt beyond anything she had ever experienced—and she couldn’t handle it any longer. “No more,” she begged between sobs, “no more…”
“So soon, radost moya ?” Rytsar stroked the back of her neck lightly several times and then grasped it possessively, making her knees weak. She swayed back and forth in the chains, while the vibrator between her legs continued its relentless teasing.
“I have so much more I wish you to experience.”
There was an urging in her spirit to acquiesce to his need, but her lessons at the Submissive Training Center had prepared her for moments such as this. She shook her head and called out clearly, “Red.”
He chuckled. She felt his sharp teeth as he bit the back of her neck, wrapping his arm around her tightly. A deep and startling orgasm shook through her body. Brie twitched in her bonds until it had passed, completely stunned by it.
Rytsar kissed the bite marks he’d left before releasing her from the chains and removing the toy from between her legs. He had to support her as she stumbled to a padded table nearby. The Dom directed her to lie on her stomach.
She jumped when she first felt the icy salve. Rytsar smoothed it onto her wounds as he spoke in a low, calming voice. He shared his memories of their first encounter, recalling details that brought the scene back to life.
“My American captive…beautiful, passionate, frightened but willing. It is a good memory for me.”
She smiled, nodding her agreement. Brie vividly recalled that day. She’d been inexperienced when he’d won her at the auction, yet he had managed to fulfill her fantasy in every sense of the word while making her feel worthy of his attentions.
As Rytsar continued to reminisce, his masculine hands gently tended to the wounds he had inflicted. His aftercare was so tender, so kind; it almost made up for the pain she’d endured under his hand.
When he had finished, Rytsar helped her off the table and gathered her into his arms, albeit carefully. “You did well, radost moya . Your Master will be pleased.”
She shook her head against his
This scene was unlike any experience she’d ever had. He wasn’t trying to ‘carry’ her into subspace; he was taking her there kicking and screaming. I want this , she reminded herself as fresh tears ran down her cheeks. Brie was determined to face this fear, to embrace the experience despite the fact she was terrified.
“Focus on your clit as I strip your back,” he commanded, just before the first lash of the tails came into contact with her skin. All illusions of bravery evaporated as she released an all-out scream. There was no controlling this pain. It was sharp, cruel, and more terrible than she’d ever imagined.
A second stroke immediately followed, not allowing her even a breath between. She shrieked, pulling against the chains, her back feeling as if it had been laid open and raw.
Then she felt his hot breath against her cheek. “Color?”
Brie gasped, “Red…ish yellow.” There was a part of Brie that desired to know if she could defeat the pain, overcome its fierce power and enter subspace.
“Good,” he replied. He reached between her legs and turned up the vibrator.
Brie threw her head back, her whole body shaking. Maybe the next hit would be enlightening or stimulating on a level she hadn’t experienced before. Fear will not control me!
She heard each step magnified as he repositioned himself. She felt the swing of the cat o’ nines before it came anywhere close to her. Her scream erupted when the evil knots impacted on her skin. Hot lava radiated from each point the cat o’ nines made contact with her back. Rytsar followed it up with a second, equally forceful stroke.
Brie screamed and then sobbed uncontrollably. This was not pleasurable or enlightening. It simply hurt beyond anything she had ever experienced—and she couldn’t handle it any longer. “No more,” she begged between sobs, “no more…”
“So soon, radost moya ?” Rytsar stroked the back of her neck lightly several times and then grasped it possessively, making her knees weak. She swayed back and forth in the chains, while the vibrator between her legs continued its relentless teasing.
“I have so much more I wish you to experience.”
There was an urging in her spirit to acquiesce to his need, but her lessons at the Submissive Training Center had prepared her for moments such as this. She shook her head and called out clearly, “Red.”
He chuckled. She felt his sharp teeth as he bit the back of her neck, wrapping his arm around her tightly. A deep and startling orgasm shook through her body. Brie twitched in her bonds until it had passed, completely stunned by it.
Rytsar kissed the bite marks he’d left before releasing her from the chains and removing the toy from between her legs. He had to support her as she stumbled to a padded table nearby. The Dom directed her to lie on her stomach.
She jumped when she first felt the icy salve. Rytsar smoothed it onto her wounds as he spoke in a low, calming voice. He shared his memories of their first encounter, recalling details that brought the scene back to life.
“My American captive…beautiful, passionate, frightened but willing. It is a good memory for me.”
She smiled, nodding her agreement. Brie vividly recalled that day. She’d been inexperienced when he’d won her at the auction, yet he had managed to fulfill her fantasy in every sense of the word while making her feel worthy of his attentions.
As Rytsar continued to reminisce, his masculine hands gently tended to the wounds he had inflicted. His aftercare was so tender, so kind; it almost made up for the pain she’d endured under his hand.
When he had finished, Rytsar helped her off the table and gathered her into his arms, albeit carefully. “You did well, radost moya . Your Master will be pleased.”
She shook her head against his
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