Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
When he leaves, I lose it.
So against my better judgement, I look where he points. It’s the strangest piece of furniture I’ve ever seen. Now that he’s said what it’s for, I can kind of make out that there are four padded struts where legs and forearms are meant to rest, then a long torso pad in the center.
“If you’re a good girl, I won’t put the restraints on. And I promise, I’ll take it very easy for your first time.”
Oh yes, now I see there are cuffs at the edge of the four limb padded areas.
I gulp and look up at him. “Will it hurt?”
Something washes over his face—a softness I don’t expect. Another crack in his mask.
“It’ll just be a sharp little sting. But I swear,” his face becomes so solemn, his Sir persona slips almost entirely. “Mads, I’d never hurt you, love.”
I blink, something going mushy and confused in my chest at the gentleness in his voice. Past and present collide.
Donny. I’ve got to tell Donny something.
I blink, and the sudden clarity goes fuzzy again. Before I can figure anything else out, I look up at him and his mask is firmly back in place.
“Crawl,” he commands. “Now.”
I swallow and crawl towards the intimidating contraption. As always, obedience feels like the most natural thing in the world for some reason. Is it an impulse from my old life?
“Now, up.”
I climb up, knees on the bottom pads, chest on the largest central area, and forearms on the front two.
“If I do this, will you answer any of my questions about the past?”
“There is only today. Just stay in the present, Pet.”
Ugh! Why can’t he just answer a question straight out?
He chuckles. “Always so impatient. Now stay still but don’t tense your muscles. Allow the experience to wash through you.”
I hear the gentle swish of his pants as he walks away from me and crane my head to look over my shoulder. I swallow again when I see him pick up an intimidating-looking flogger off the wall. At least I think it’s a flogger. It’s got a ton of twelve-inch black leather strips on the end of a long handle. It’s not exactly one of the giant whips, but what do I know? It still looks scary as fuck.
“What are you going to do with that?” I ask anxiously.
He lifts an eyebrow at me. “It’s called a spanking bench, Pet. What do you think I’m going to do?”
Suddenly I feel a draft. I never did get another pair of underwear. I guess I just sort of thought he’d spank me like he did that first night. With his hand.
I have to swing my head around the other way when he walks back over to the nightstand and pulls something out.
He hides it behind his back until he comes around to stand in front of me. Which is when I notice that he’s aroused. It’s hard to miss, with his, um, thing right in my face. It’s tenting his pants so badly it looks painful.
I look up at him. “Are you going to fuck me?”
“So curious, kitty,” he says. “But no, you don’t get off that easily.” Then he pulls his hand from around his back, and I see it’s a blindfold. “When I say give yourself over to the experience and the sensations, I mean it.”
A thousand arguments are poised to erupt, but he’s already settling the blindfold over my eyes.
My breath becomes short. I don’t know why not being able to see makes me feel so much more vulnerable. I’m in the same position I was two seconds ago. And for once it’s not because I’m afraid of the dark. When Domhnall’s here, the dark doesn’t scare me.
I just can’t see to know what’s coming next before it happens. It feels like all my other senses crank up to a ten.
So I hear the slightest swish before a ton of heated little pointed tendrils massage the underside of my ass at first contact.
I blink in confusion. It doesn’t hurt, exactly—it’s just sensation. Less intense even than when he spanked me with his hand the first night.
It lands again on the opposite cheek, and I jerk in surprise but not pain. I exhale sharply and the edges of my fingertips tighten on the bench pad.
Wait. I don’t understand. He called this punishment. No… He called it training. He said punishment would come if I disobey, but that he wanted to start my training when I called out red the other night.
Another heated kiss of the flogger lands, a little more intense on the already warmed flesh of the first cheek and I squirm, short of breath at the senses he’s waking up.
Because instead of the pain I anticipated, this feels… good.
More intense than a massage and certainly more intimate with me spread out so vulnerably like this. I think of that moment we shared when his mask was down. I swear, Mads, I’d never hurt you, love.