Working Out the Kinks (Chain) by Kara Winters Page B

at the wall. My ears began to pick up on every sound he made. There was a rustling noise, and a few items were being moving around. I heard the cabinet creak as it closed and then there was silence.
    “One of the first things I want to teach you about is what I can do to your body,” Eric explained. Wesley walked around me, admiring me up and down. Our gazes met and he gave a tiny smirk. After one rotation, he walked over and sat down on a padded leather chair that had restraints tied to its armrests and legs. He crossed his legs over one another to watch the scene unfold.
    “You have one simple job when we’re together, and that’s to let go. I want you to let go of the pain you are going to feel and to embrace it as an entity that’s a part of you. However you need to always remember there would be no pain without pleasure. They are one of the same, and tonight I’m going to show you that.”
    Something soft and cold touched the small of my back, dragging slowly up my spine to finally settle over my shoulder. A long braided whip cascaded into view, dropping between my breasts. Its tip was laced with several smaller leather strips while the rest of it was broad in size.
    “I think you’re ready for the bullwhip.”
    The leather’s scent was intense, a tobacco flavor filling my senses.
    “Do you want to feel it, Alexandra?”
    Words weren’t coming clearly to me, and all I could do was stare at the whip.
    Wesley found the moment amusing. “I think you’ve scared her. I love it.”
    “Alexandra, you trust me, correct?” Eric asked.
    “Yes, Master. Please use the whip.”
    Eric paused a moment, holding my hip with one hand as he let the leather slip off my shoulder and fall out of sight. There was a hum of silence in the room. All I could focus on was Wesley, sitting there silently and watching what I couldn’t see. I tried to see if he would give away Eric’s position or the bullwhip’s, but the grin never left his face, and his expression was useless to me. A loud crack filled my ears, startling me enough that I flinched and winced. No pain came, except the discomfort of fear. Another cracking noise and I reacted slightly less. Eric slapped the whip again, but this time it connected with my backside. The experience was just as I expected–a blinding white, hot pain shot through me. The shock of the hit took me by storm and my body reacted to the pain with a rush of endorphins to cover my discomfort. I cried out and looked to the ceiling once more, finding the smile on Wesley’s face unbearable to watch any longer. Again, the whip hit me, and sting doubled. Eric struck lower, and then he struck in the same place as the last two times.
    “Now take your pain, and change it,” he said and the whip thankfully paused a moment for me to regain some form of composure.
    “Take your pain and change it,” I whispered to myself, closing my eyes. “Take your pain and change it.”
    The hurt was still there, even as he began to strike in intervals of two.
    “Fuck,” I shouted and bit down on my lower lip. The hits never ceased.
    “Hold on,” Wesley suddenly interrupted. I opened my eyes. He stood and walked behind me. The cabinet opened once more and then closed.
    “I think this might help,” I heard him say.
    “Good idea,” Eric muttered. Wesley stepped back into view and in his hand was vibrator resembling an oversized microphone. He flicked on the switch and it hummed to life. He dipped down low, his face close to my hips. I tried scooting away as best as I could but I caught myself off balance and swung back toward him.
    “You’re not allowed to come until I say so, is that clear?” Eric warned.
    I nodded my head quickly. “Yes, Master.”
    Wesley touched the vibrator to my flesh and it sent a continuous wave of pleasure through me. The whip struck again, but with the steady vibrations, it was apparent I would have other things on my mind to concentrate on. When I heard the crack and then the sharp