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I strode to the pile and fished out the crop. I beat her ass and thighs and pussy until her lower lips were as pink and engorged as seemed possible in a woman. I beat her until she was squeaking and dancing. Until she was pressing forward, eager and writhing, into the whack of the crop.
Ready. Ever so ready.
The next three strikes smacked dead center onto her clit.
Entranced, I watched her squirm for a fraction longer.
Every visible muscle on her body strained. She cried out, arching so hard her weight took her off her feet and left her swinging with only the chains keeping her upright.
“One more.” I drew back my arm and thudded the crop squarely onto where I could see her little swollen clit peeking from her folds. Her screams as she came kept going for some time. Unblinking, I drank them in.
Like water to a thirsty man. Like meat to a lion. Be still my fucking beating heart.
Her last noises died away and she hung in the chains and ropes.
Strait jackets, I decided, had definite advantages, but I’d gotten side-tracked. I hadn’t made her scream enough, had I? Not painful ones. Shit.
I swept aside my sweat-sodden hair then I undid the last buttons on my damp shirt, peeled it off, and dropped it to the floor.
I hadn’t fucked her. Neither had I drawn blood.
Was the mic really that good? I leaned in so my mouth was a half inch from her ear.
“What happens next, you may not like.”
Her head rose as she searched for me, as if she could see through the cloth. I wasn’t sure why I’d told her that. Hadn’t I decided it was kinder if she didn’t know what was coming?
I took the forceps off her nipples then I reached around and undid the knot. Without the blindfold, her eyes were on mine in an instant.
It was several seconds before she figured out how to talk. “Why...why’d you take it off?”
She was as puzzled as I.
Then I knew.
“Because.” I thumbed her lower lip, rolling it out until I could see her teeth. The tears on her cheek drew me and I wiped them away. “I’m done with pretending.”
I hadn’t blindfolded her to be nice. I’d done it to hide my nastier side. My sadism wasn’t all there was to me, but it was me. I’d be lying if I said otherwise.
The whip was the surest way.
With one strike, I had her shrieking, with the fifth, I had blood shining in the mark. I turned her so her back was on display to the client and retied her to the chains. I’d meant to try to deceive, to smear the blood. There was no point to that when it was plentiful.
Control, I reminded myself. Remember to stop.
My never-ending question popped up. Was I liking this too much?
I swallowed and answered myself. Probably.
Chapter 9
Everywhere hurt, but my back and thighs had been fucking napalmed.
My last scream seemed to have scorched the air itself. The echoes rang in my ears long after I’d stopped and all I was doing was panting and hissing through bared teeth and hoarse throat.
A few times, I’d forgotten to breathe.
“Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.” My swearing was aimed at Pieter now, not the unseen Gregor.
