supports, down near the floor.
Talk about feeling completely out of control, utterly vulnerable.
It was pretty frightening. Her spine was tight, her heart pounding with anticipation. But her pussy was also clenching as erotic heat gathered between her legs. She’d never guessed she would react this way to being tied up by a stranger. Never in a million years.
And here she’d thought she knew herself so well.
Something touched her butt. A soft something.
Totally driven by instinct, she tightened up her muscles and tucked her rear end down.
“No.” His voice was harsh. The little sting of pain that followed his reprimand wasn’t exactly friendly either. It took her completely by surprise, making her jerk up, yanking against her restraints.
Assuming he’d struck her—with what, she had no clue, but it hadn’t hurt bad, more caught her off guard—because she’d tipped her hips down, she rocked them back, lifting her butt up again.
The touch returned, and this time, she focused on holding her position. She did okay, it seemed, that time, but then she lost it when he touched a spot that was very ticklish.
She jerked.
A deep, “No,” followed, along with another whack on her buttocks.
The sting quickly turned to heat. And that heat radiated through her body in soft, slow, undulating waves. It was the most bizarre and unexpected sensation.
This time when he touched her ticklish spot again, she didn’t try so hard to keep still, and, as she expected, she was punished. Once again, the punishment was more pleasurable than painful.
She was starting to feel a little giddy.
She heard Master Zane walk away, listened to the clank of metal. She counted every single heavy footstep as he returned to her.
Another touch. This one right at the small of her back. One of her worst tickle spots. She bit her lip. There was no way she could avoid tightening her spine. Her hips rocked back, lifting her butt up higher.
There was a grunt of satisfaction. “That’s not what I was expecting, either, but I like it.”
Another sting. This one hurt a tiny bit, but the pain quickly turned to warmth. And that heat spread through her body again. Her breath quickened. Her heart hammered against her breastbone. A moan slipped from between her lips.
A hard slap came next, and it did hurt, and she yelped. It wasn’t so bad that she would have cried or anything, but it did get her attention. That sensation she would rather avoid in the future.
But then a moment later a strange rush zoomed through her body, wild and shocking. It almost felt like she’d swallowed a pill of some kind. She felt energetic and strong and buzzed, like she’d downed a half-dozen shots of tequilla.
“Ohhhh,” she heard herself moan.
Master Zane struck her again, with whatever fiendish toy he held. And again. Over and over. And each impact produced a tad more pain, but with it came a bigger and bigger rush, until she was chanting, “Green, greengreengreen!”
The sensations blurred, and she felt herself sinking, as if her soul was detaching from her mind and floating through her body. Now she could appreciate why people sought out pain. Now she had discovered a part of herself she might never have uncovered, if it wasn’t for Master Zane and his wicked whip.
When he stopped, he coaxed her back to the outside world with a soft voice. She felt as if she’d traveled into the deepest parts of herself. As she made her way to the surface, she was only vaguely aware of him unfastening her wrists and easing her into his arms.
They were strong arms, steel sheathed in velvet. Capable. Protective.
She sagged against him. Her butt was still hot, but she didn’t care. She cried and laughed, for reasons she couldn’t really sort out. He held her until she quieted.
“It wasn’t what I thought it would be,” she admitted.
“You are remarkable, Wynne.”
“Thank you.” She smiled.
“No, thank you, for turning over your trust and allowing me to bring
Talk about feeling completely out of control, utterly vulnerable.
It was pretty frightening. Her spine was tight, her heart pounding with anticipation. But her pussy was also clenching as erotic heat gathered between her legs. She’d never guessed she would react this way to being tied up by a stranger. Never in a million years.
And here she’d thought she knew herself so well.
Something touched her butt. A soft something.
Totally driven by instinct, she tightened up her muscles and tucked her rear end down.
“No.” His voice was harsh. The little sting of pain that followed his reprimand wasn’t exactly friendly either. It took her completely by surprise, making her jerk up, yanking against her restraints.
Assuming he’d struck her—with what, she had no clue, but it hadn’t hurt bad, more caught her off guard—because she’d tipped her hips down, she rocked them back, lifting her butt up again.
The touch returned, and this time, she focused on holding her position. She did okay, it seemed, that time, but then she lost it when he touched a spot that was very ticklish.
She jerked.
A deep, “No,” followed, along with another whack on her buttocks.
The sting quickly turned to heat. And that heat radiated through her body in soft, slow, undulating waves. It was the most bizarre and unexpected sensation.
This time when he touched her ticklish spot again, she didn’t try so hard to keep still, and, as she expected, she was punished. Once again, the punishment was more pleasurable than painful.
She was starting to feel a little giddy.
She heard Master Zane walk away, listened to the clank of metal. She counted every single heavy footstep as he returned to her.
Another touch. This one right at the small of her back. One of her worst tickle spots. She bit her lip. There was no way she could avoid tightening her spine. Her hips rocked back, lifting her butt up higher.
There was a grunt of satisfaction. “That’s not what I was expecting, either, but I like it.”
Another sting. This one hurt a tiny bit, but the pain quickly turned to warmth. And that heat spread through her body again. Her breath quickened. Her heart hammered against her breastbone. A moan slipped from between her lips.
A hard slap came next, and it did hurt, and she yelped. It wasn’t so bad that she would have cried or anything, but it did get her attention. That sensation she would rather avoid in the future.
But then a moment later a strange rush zoomed through her body, wild and shocking. It almost felt like she’d swallowed a pill of some kind. She felt energetic and strong and buzzed, like she’d downed a half-dozen shots of tequilla.
“Ohhhh,” she heard herself moan.
Master Zane struck her again, with whatever fiendish toy he held. And again. Over and over. And each impact produced a tad more pain, but with it came a bigger and bigger rush, until she was chanting, “Green, greengreengreen!”
The sensations blurred, and she felt herself sinking, as if her soul was detaching from her mind and floating through her body. Now she could appreciate why people sought out pain. Now she had discovered a part of herself she might never have uncovered, if it wasn’t for Master Zane and his wicked whip.
When he stopped, he coaxed her back to the outside world with a soft voice. She felt as if she’d traveled into the deepest parts of herself. As she made her way to the surface, she was only vaguely aware of him unfastening her wrists and easing her into his arms.
They were strong arms, steel sheathed in velvet. Capable. Protective.
She sagged against him. Her butt was still hot, but she didn’t care. She cried and laughed, for reasons she couldn’t really sort out. He held her until she quieted.
“It wasn’t what I thought it would be,” she admitted.
“You are remarkable, Wynne.”
“Thank you.” She smiled.
“No, thank you, for turning over your trust and allowing me to bring
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