Page 53 of No Going Back

The scars on her back, up close like this, turned him cold with a rage to get even with the scum who’d done it to her. If he ever met the bastard, Guy would take great pleasure in ripping his balls off and forcing them down his throat, and that was just to start with. However, that rage had no place here, so he locked it away and focused on securing her to the table once more.

He crossed the room to one of the two antique Chinese lacquer cabinets. This one held an impressive collection of impact toys. The rattan cane was his first choice. He held the ends and flexed the implement before slapping it against the side of his leg. If her tastes hadn’t changed too much over the years, she’d like that one. To the cane, he added a flogger, a strap and a three-tailed tawse, which he deposited on the table by the freestanding St. Andrew’s Cross in the alcove.

The second cabinet held smaller toys. From one of the drawers he selected a metal butt plug with a heart-shaped crystal set in the base. His hand hovered over the plain lube, but instead he selected the one to which he’d added fresh ginger juice. Her introduction to figging had been quite a memorable occasion, and was well worth repeating.

Over the last few days, Guy had spent a great deal of time considering how he was going to handle the evening. He could have gone relatively easy on her and prolonged their session, but the truth was, he wanted to draw this line under the past as expeditiously as possible. That meant going short but intense. He pocketed the most vicious set of nipple clamps in his collection, along with a blindfold and a pair of surgical gloves, and returned to Maddie.

“Last chance. Are you ready for this?”

“Yes, Sire. I need this. I’m ready.”

Her voice faltered only slightly as she delivered the response he expected, no doubt with a good deal of trepidation about what he’d do to her. Careful to betray nothing through his expression, he stroked her hair, brushing her cheek with his thumb. “Are you? I wonder.”

Remaining in her line of sight, he removed the surgical gloves from his pocket and put them on, taking slow, deliberate care to ensure a good fit. Her imagination would go crazy, trying to figure out what he was going to do that required a barrier of latex.

“I thought we’d use this session to revisit your anal training.” Guy produced the butt plug and ripped open the bag. “You remember when I fucked you there with something else? The raw ginger root?”

Chains rattled as Maddie flinched.

“Good, you do remember. I took the liberty of adding ginger juice to this bottle of lube.” He squirted some of the gel onto the plug and spread it over the shining metal. “This’ll go better if you try to relax and don’t resist.”

Guy moved into position. With one hand he held the cheeks of her bottom apart, taking a moment to appreciate the tight whorl of her anus, and the nervous twitch that betrayed her apprehension. He placed the tip of the plug to the tempting pucker. “Do as I said and try to relax, pet.”

He started off by twisting the plug back and forth, applying just a little extra effort to ease it into the reluctant opening. Maddie’s muted whimpers were an excellent indicator for how much pressure he should use. As those whimpers turned from discomfort to pleasure, he pushed the toy into her. Once he’d seated it as deeply as possible, only the heart-shaped crystal remained exposed.

A new groan fuelled his sadism. The plug he’d chosen was perhaps on the small side—while he wanted to satisfy her masochistic needs, he wasn’t about to cause her any permanent harm. Temporary pain was the name of this game, and thank God she still craved receiving it as much as he needed to inflict it.

Her buttocks clenched. Her body was instinctively trying to expel the foreign object, but he wouldn’t let that happen. Guy pressed his fingers over the jewelled end of the plug and held it in place. With his free hand, he delivered a resounding slap to her bottom, using enough strength to leave a vivid red imprint.

“You haven’t changed, Madeleine,” he said, his voice low, stern, implacable. “You were right about needing what I can give you. How does that feel?”

“Full.” Her head turned away from him. “And it’s warm… stings.”

The gel would reduce the initial effect, but Guy had added plenty of the juice, enough for her to feel more than a sting with enough exposure. He stroked her inner thigh, up and down, up and down, in an almost hypnotic rhythm, before landing another sharp slap on her backside. She cried out and clenched around the plug, cried out again as the irritation from the ginger intensified.

“When was the last time you were fucked here?”

“The last time I was with you.”

A silent, feral roar surged through him. He’d been her first. With her consent, he’d trained her to accept and then welcome his cock in that forbidden place. Knowing no other lover had taken her there in all this time ignited a fierce, all-consuming blaze of possessiveness in him.

In all this time.The words were a sharp reminder of why they were there, of the time they’d wasted and the years they’d lost through duty, arrogance and ego. So much regret. He’d held it at bay for years, his grief an invisible, invincible shield protecting him from the condemnation snapping at his heels.

And in all this time, she’d been alive, yet made no effort to contact him. Even though he understood why, in that moment, he wanted to rip the universe apart at the injustice of it.

“How does it feel?” He wanted to know, to have her describe the sensations to him in detail.

“It’s hot… stings more now…”

“You want it out, don’t you? You want to clench and push it out, but that makes it burn more, right?”

“Yes, Sire.” She moaned, and every muscle in her body tensed. The end of the plug twitched. Guy pulled it part way out, stretching her a little more, and applied more of the gingered lube before pushing the plug deep inside her.

“You know how to make it burn less, don’t you? Relax and open up.”

Not wanting anything to come between his hand and her flesh, he removed the gloves with a snap. With a smooth, circular motion, he massaged one cheek and then the other, interspersing the action with running a finger between her folds, torturing her with the promise of pleasure.

“You’ll take me here again soon.” Guy manipulated the plug to reinforce his point. “Do you remember our role play?”