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"Not all pain is bad. It tells us when something is wrong, when there's something not working right in our body. But it also acts as an indicator of pleasure. All those sweet endorphins flooding the brain and making everything...beautiful." This time, he pinched her clit, squeezing it firmly between thumb and forefinger. Something cool pushed down over the hood, thin metal rods sliding down either side as he moved his fingers. The pressure increased considerably, and so did the throbbing. "I just knew you'd look amazing with a clamp."
She dropped her forehead onto cool leather and groaned. He wasn't going to hold back. Part of her had been hopeful he would take it easy on her, but another part would have been sorely disappointed if he hadn't shown her how much of a sadist he could truly be.
"That's going to be a surprise for you when I take it off. But we'll just leave that there for the time being." He flicked his fingernail at the dangling part of the clamp and sent sensation shooting into her. "If I haven't mentioned this before, I do like it when a sub expresses herself vocally. If it hurts, I want to know." Two fingers pushed into her pussy; his growl was approving. "We'll save this work of art for later, but this...oh, this," he murmured, removing his slick fingers from one hole and pressing them against another, "this is my holy grail, Anarchy."
Not tonight. Please not tonight.
"You'll give me permission to fuck this tight ass bareback," he continued, confidence in every word, damn him. "You'll beg me for it, Anarchy. Beg me to fuck this ass and I'll make sure you feel every inch of me as I do. And you'll reward me, won't you, kitten? You'll give me those little cries of pain I love so much."
She gave them to him now as his finger breached her asshole, followed by a second. Whining mewls of uncertainty as her ass burned. He pulled out, pushed back in. "What's your color, Anarchy?"
Nervous laughter welled inside her, erupting as a choked groan. He was a contradiction, wasn't he? Needing to cause pain to feed his sadistic side, yet he wasn't brutalizing her. She was trussed up at his mercy, so exposed and vulnerable, but everything he'd done so far tempered pleasure along with the pain. Manageable pain, more to the point.
"Green, Sir," she told him honestly, then tried to turn her head to see him better. "Master Jasper?"
"Anarchy."
She knew a lot of Doms didn't like their submissives to speak out of turn, especially not in the middle of a scene. Remembering her manners, she cleared her throat gently and said, "Permission to say something, Sir?"
Hand twisting, Jasper stretched her open further, his free hand slipping beneath her to find the clamp. He squeezed the metal bars together, pinching her clit unbearably tight, and fucked her ass with only his fingers. "When you ask so nicely, how can I say no? Go ahead."
If she did this, it was opening up a whole can of worms she couldn't control. One word would stop him in his tracks, but how much could she endure before she felt forced to put a stop to it? She wouldn't know unless she gave him assurances she could take it—she knew damn well he was holding himself in check. "My eyes are wide open, Sir. I've seen you play, and I know what you expect from your subs. I think I understand," she hissed suddenly, thrown by the sharp stab of pain pulsing between her legs, then continued, "how far you need to test a woman's threshold to achieve satisfaction. I'm not going to break."
"I appreciate your candor, kitten. Am I not being rough enough for you?"
"I don't believe you're being rough enough to sate your needs, Sir."
She suffered through an endless moment of thoughtful silence, wondering if she'd questioned Jasper's abilities in a way that offended him. He released her clit, allowing the blood to return. Her poor nubbin throbbed, but she swore her pussy swelled in response to the pain. Swelled and slickened as his fingers plunged into her slowly, over and over, until he pulled them free.
"The sub wants rough, rough she will get." Jasper hummed to himself as he moved away.
She heard him hunting through his discarded bag, then he came back and something cold and thin pressed against her asshole. It felt almost rubbery and wasn't too firm; it took him two attempts to push the wriggly rubber thing up inside her. As she squeaked a protest, his laugh was low.
"Close your eyes, Anarchy, and keep them closed." Something rattled on the tray, then fingers of soft material brushed over her butt, her back, down toward her shoulders. "The more noise you make, the harder I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to break one of my own rules and do something I've never done under this roof, but you need to earn my cock, kitten."
The hairs on her skin stood to attention, enjoying the gentle swish of the flogger as it swung back and forth across her back. She was wet, aching, and in no position to relieve herself of the arousal pooling in her core. It worried her that whatever he'd put into her ass wasn't being utilized. Just sat there like a nasty snake ready to leap into action at a sign from the charmer.
Jasper walked around her slowly, slapping the tendrils down onto her upturned butt, skimming them over her back. He said nothing more, just gave her flesh time to warm up before he let rip with the first strike and let the strands slap down harder. Every step he took around her prone figure resulted into another kiss of the fronds.
Again, again, again. Leather pattered against her in a subtle rhythm that lulled her to a peaceful place. She found herself counting the seconds between strikes, envisioning the strands caressing her skin, and in doing so, she floated. Even when the blows grew fierce and her skin sang with the harsh stings, her mind remained disconnected from her body. And when stings turned to fire...
Someone was screaming in time with the vibrations in her throat.
Pain wasn't so bad. Completely surrounded in it, Archie found there was freedom in being restrained and subjected to Jasper's flogger. Her eyes rolled toward the shadow standing in front of her, squinted until it became a defined form. Master Jasper. She hummed in appreciation, aware that while the merciless flogging had ceased, her body still thrummed with adrenaline.
"You continue to surprise me, Anarchy."
God, she surprised herself. Begging for more, begging him to hurt her, wasn't something she ever thought she'd do, but she wantedto. She'd never expected to crave the ache in her lower belly, to need more of the sweet pressure on her clit. Her own juices slicked the insides of her thighs for everyone to see, but she was too desperate to care.
"You still with me, kitten?"
Warmth spread through her, so different to the heat ravaging her body. Kitten. She would never be able to express how much a simple pet name affected her. That he would continue to use it throughout a scene, when she'd never heard him call a sub by anything but her actual name, made her emotions soar.
"Yessir." Oh God, that didn't come out right. Trying to focus, she forced her numb tongue and lips to pronounce her reply more succinctly. "Yes. Sir." She giggled as she slurred the Ss. "Present...and...correct...Sir."
"Goddamn, Anarchy. I think someone might be a closet painslut." A hand rested on her head, stroked her hair. Her scalp felt ridiculously sensitive, nerve endings flaring to life with every brush of his fingertips. "Pain level on a scale of one to ten?"
Another giggle. "Ze-ro."
