salvation. However, a few more words of praise were in order. She hadn't had a very fun time of it, after all.
"I couldn't work yesterday. I couldn't sit at my desk."
Seth barked a laugh. "Give me a break," he said and gave her ass a friendly slap.
She yelped and then laughed her delight when her bruises did little more than twinge. The chains rattled as she jiggled and giggled. Seth swung her around so she faced him and shut the bedroom door. It clicked into place, securing the harness and holding Abby's back to the door.
She tugged at the cuffs. "I feel a little silly."
"It can't be comfortable either."
"Master!" She again laughed upon witnessing his half-smile.
Seth reached up and checked the cuffs, giving them a tug to test the chain. He next checked the harness that held her to the door. Everything held firm. He backed away from her and spent a few moments running his gaze along her naked, chained body.
Abby shifted, allowing the bedroom lights to dance across her skin. She licked her lips and fluttered her lashes, arching her body into the light's kiss. Seth's eyes darkened as his pupils expanded. His lips flattened into a hard line.
Testing his control was one of her life's pleasures; somewhat like cheesecake. She would pay for it later, sure, but it was so worth it. "Like what you see, Master?"
His lips twitched. "Tolerable."
That was Seth-speak for yes. Happiness bubbled in her chest and in her voice. "Only tolerable, Master?"
"You'll look better in a moment." Seth pulled a red-and-black flogger free from his belt and shook it open. "Tonight's training session is geared to assess your capacity for breast and nipple play."
As he spoke, he tapped the flogger against his thigh. Worry flickered though Abby, but she brushed it away. After all, she'd successfully endured both Mike and Seth's corporal punishments--although Mike's had sucked far more than Seth's. As to this, how bad could it be? He wasn't about to damage "property," right?
Seth drew the handle of the flogger across her breasts.
She shivered, her nipples tightening at the expression on Seth's face. It sharpened and tightened with hunger as he watched the leather contrast with her pink skin and rosy nipples. His ice blue eyes dilated from sexual excitement. Arousal moved though her body in a wave of sweet-and-spicy heat.
Seth tapped a taut nipple with the flogger's handle. Her womb clenched so hard she gasped. He bounced the flogger handle between one nipple and the other. A trickle of moisture eased down one inner thigh.
She couldn't deny that he liked her breasts, scars and all. What was it he'd said? There's nothing about your body I don't like. That had to include her breasts, right? In truth, every time he saw them, each time she'd offered them to him, he'd reacted with hunger. Breast and nipple play, whatever that was, she could handle it.
* * * *
He crossed Abby's chest with the flogger's tresses, the bite of the leather drawing a gasp. She froze in place, her mouth hanging open and her eyes going wide. A normal reaction; one he expected as she assimilated the sensations and reactions of her body. He striped her again, crisscrossing her breasts as he made a pleasing decoration on her skin.
She went chalk white and sweat broke out across her skin.
Shit!
Her full-bodied scream ripped through the room. She twisted and kicked, her shrieks ringing in Seth's ears. He'd touched upon something in her psyche, something he doubted she was aware of, but was clearly an emotional line in the sand. Sure, pushing a slave to her breaking point was a part of his job, but that fact didn't make it any less shitty.
He tossed the crop aside and reached for the releases. "Easy, li'l one, I'll have you free in a second."
"Stop! Stop! Stop!"
Abby fought the harness, jerking the leather so hard it was difficult to reach the emergency release. She was gone. Her body was here, yes, but mentally and emotionally she was somewhere elsewhere.
"You're almost
"I couldn't work yesterday. I couldn't sit at my desk."
Seth barked a laugh. "Give me a break," he said and gave her ass a friendly slap.
She yelped and then laughed her delight when her bruises did little more than twinge. The chains rattled as she jiggled and giggled. Seth swung her around so she faced him and shut the bedroom door. It clicked into place, securing the harness and holding Abby's back to the door.
She tugged at the cuffs. "I feel a little silly."
"It can't be comfortable either."
"Master!" She again laughed upon witnessing his half-smile.
Seth reached up and checked the cuffs, giving them a tug to test the chain. He next checked the harness that held her to the door. Everything held firm. He backed away from her and spent a few moments running his gaze along her naked, chained body.
Abby shifted, allowing the bedroom lights to dance across her skin. She licked her lips and fluttered her lashes, arching her body into the light's kiss. Seth's eyes darkened as his pupils expanded. His lips flattened into a hard line.
Testing his control was one of her life's pleasures; somewhat like cheesecake. She would pay for it later, sure, but it was so worth it. "Like what you see, Master?"
His lips twitched. "Tolerable."
That was Seth-speak for yes. Happiness bubbled in her chest and in her voice. "Only tolerable, Master?"
"You'll look better in a moment." Seth pulled a red-and-black flogger free from his belt and shook it open. "Tonight's training session is geared to assess your capacity for breast and nipple play."
As he spoke, he tapped the flogger against his thigh. Worry flickered though Abby, but she brushed it away. After all, she'd successfully endured both Mike and Seth's corporal punishments--although Mike's had sucked far more than Seth's. As to this, how bad could it be? He wasn't about to damage "property," right?
Seth drew the handle of the flogger across her breasts.
She shivered, her nipples tightening at the expression on Seth's face. It sharpened and tightened with hunger as he watched the leather contrast with her pink skin and rosy nipples. His ice blue eyes dilated from sexual excitement. Arousal moved though her body in a wave of sweet-and-spicy heat.
Seth tapped a taut nipple with the flogger's handle. Her womb clenched so hard she gasped. He bounced the flogger handle between one nipple and the other. A trickle of moisture eased down one inner thigh.
She couldn't deny that he liked her breasts, scars and all. What was it he'd said? There's nothing about your body I don't like. That had to include her breasts, right? In truth, every time he saw them, each time she'd offered them to him, he'd reacted with hunger. Breast and nipple play, whatever that was, she could handle it.
* * * *
He crossed Abby's chest with the flogger's tresses, the bite of the leather drawing a gasp. She froze in place, her mouth hanging open and her eyes going wide. A normal reaction; one he expected as she assimilated the sensations and reactions of her body. He striped her again, crisscrossing her breasts as he made a pleasing decoration on her skin.
She went chalk white and sweat broke out across her skin.
Shit!
Her full-bodied scream ripped through the room. She twisted and kicked, her shrieks ringing in Seth's ears. He'd touched upon something in her psyche, something he doubted she was aware of, but was clearly an emotional line in the sand. Sure, pushing a slave to her breaking point was a part of his job, but that fact didn't make it any less shitty.
He tossed the crop aside and reached for the releases. "Easy, li'l one, I'll have you free in a second."
"Stop! Stop! Stop!"
Abby fought the harness, jerking the leather so hard it was difficult to reach the emergency release. She was gone. Her body was here, yes, but mentally and emotionally she was somewhere elsewhere.
"You're almost
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