“Mmm.” He was quiet for several moments, but wind whistled through his teeth. “As I recall, I made you laugh and fly. What a compromising position, my Lady. Do you know I can see your juicy bits right now? You are a vision. Can’t imagine you’ve ever been whipped like a harlot in the square.”
“No, Sir, I haven’t.”
“You’re not raising a stink like before, not kicking me. Does this excite you? Being at my mercy?”
“No, Sir. I just don’t want you to cut me again. I’m hoping this will be the lesser evil.”
“Deceit lies on your lips. I bet you’re hungry for the paradise I promised I could usher you to, on the wings of pain. You’ve only been through Gate One.” Footsteps moved closed and I gasped when his finger suddenly swept through my inner wet lips. “You’re so succulent and ripe, so wet. Admit that real pain excites you.” He pulled away from me.
“I will not. It does not. I just wanted a little when I agreed to submit to being your whore for the night. But I don’t want too much pain.” A whoosh suddenly railed across my ass. “Ah.” It stung most deliciously. I moaned, despite my protest on the matter.
“This is up to you.” He swung back the other way, stealing my breath yet again. “Admit you like it, and I’ll warm you up and take you to heaven. If you say you don’t want pain, if you are silent, then I’ll just leave you here, untouched.” He flew across my skin again with a light thud. “Tell me to stop.”
I shook my head.
“You have a choice. Which way do you want me to go? Strike again? Or walk away?” The falls swept across my back with softness. “I’m not playing games with you, runaway. Will it be, ‘Flog me, Sir,’ or ‘Get the hell away from me, Troll.’ Pick. You need to admit it and ask.”
“I can’t.”
His foot thumps walked away from me. “Fine.”
I ground my jaw. “Wait! Don’t go. Flog me! Flog me, Sir.”
“You’re sure about that?”
“Yes. Flog me, anywhere you wish.”
“Say you like pain.”
“I like pain. I like it, okay? I like when you hurt me as you desire. You forcing me to take it and trusting me to bear it makes me feel strong and invincible.”
“Good answer, Princess. Now we can begin.”
I shivered when he came to the side of me and raked his fingers down my back. “Press your forehead to the wall.”
I did and found he had a pillow there for me. I nestled into it, and he let go of it and walked back behind me. He was pacing, boots thumping on wood, and making my stomach roil. Every so often, he ran his hand down my leg or ass or arm. The waiting made me tremble and ache for falls of leather or elk skin or suede or whatever he was going to strike me with. Maybe the whip with the dozen roses.
He whacked me between the shoulder blades, stealing my breath. Then he tossed a smaller flogger around my ribs, maybe the type that lived in his toy box. It wrapped around and batted me in the breast with a tingling sting that made me shiver. He did the same on the other side, and did it back and forth, back and forth, lightly flicking my gumdrops. Then he began whisking back and forth along my neck and working his way down my body. It was gentle and soft, like he was smearing me from head to toe in butter with a bouquet of flowers. He brought the flogger back and forth, back and forth, with a steady tickling flick, up and down the entire length of my body. The even sway was raising up goose bumps and making me sigh and moan. Though I loved the tickling sensation and the lack of control, my body thirsted for harder slaps. I bit at my lip, silently egging him on, to whale me good with I don’t know how many strands. Twenty? Forty? As if he read my mind, he picked up intensity and put more muscle into each swipe, which were now rapid circles, like he was whipping batter in a sideways bowl. The ends slap, slap, slapped against me with a little bit more sting.
A chill tore through me when he swooshed across my neck like a paper airplane and quickly swatted my ass next with a whap. He flicked it up between my legs. I cried out with the surprise of it hitting my entire vulva and the ends slapping wonderfully into my clit. He kept searing my sensitive parts and giving me ultimate pleasure with simple flicks of his arm.
“Harder?”
I nodded and moaned. “Yes, Sir.” He whipped upwards harder and in a knee-jerk reaction, I shoved my pelvis closer to the wall. “Aaahh.”
“You need to stay in place. If you can’t, I will bind your legs. I have to avoid certain parts of your body once I pick up, your kidneys and your neck for instance. You need to be still.”
I got back in position and planted my feet. “Sorry. I won’t move again, Sir.” And with that, he flipped up against my cunt again, and I screamed and tossed my head back because it felt so damn good. I lowered my chin and set it in place with mental glue. He struck me again in the same manner on random spots, and I breathed deeply and shoved out the air with a whoosh. The slaps landing wherever were heaven to me. My walls started clenching. When he hit me again in between my legs, I came so hard, I moaned and mashed my forehead into the pillow. My lungs reached crazy mode and a little sex juice ran down my leg. “Ah, Sir.”
He bent behind me, with his hands cupping my ass, and he claimed my cunt in his fierce mouth. He sucked me into insanity, and I was too sensitive for such an assault. I trembled and screamed against the forced stimulation. He only gripped me harder and made me take it until he was finished.
When he stood, he spanked and tapped my ass with his palm. “Again, I will remind you, don’t move from position.”
“Yes, Sir,” I cracked out, my walls still all a flutter.
He walked away from me, taking his warmth from me. It was weird how I could feel the body heat emanating from him even though he stood feet away from me at nearly all times, and when he left my zone, I got more of a chill. He approached again and a heavier, thuddy swipe flew across my back in a downward arc. One came from the other side too. He was maybe testing out my reactions to see where I liked the ends to land. He waited as he whirled a little bit and sent a couple slaps down on different parts of me, between my shoulder blades, across my thighs, and my butt, oh lord, my butt! With me moaning and humming at it all, I was soon getting swift figure eights in all those places, the thuds wonderfully rattling my bones. I best loved the slappy thuds that covered a lot of skin, the ones that wrapped around my ribcage to flick at my breasts or the ones that swept down over my back and butt. The rapid rhythm and sexy beat was making me delirious and dizzy. Ohmygosh. He was doing it double-handed now. I beamed. Was this the Florentine? Movement so poetic and elegant deserved such a fancy name. It didn’t hurt-hurt in the stingy way, with the falls as soft as butter, but the swiftness and the double-Dutch, figure eights coming from both directions, one after another, was giving me an entirely new kind of ache. It felt like a slow build-up of internal bruises.
He shifted what he was doing and stayed primarily on my butt cheeks and thighs now as he built up speed and intensity and caused the ends to slap harder on my warmed-up flesh. It was hurting now, deliciously. The song whizzed through the air, culminating in a whack, and I was groaning and moaning to show my appreciation for sharing his gift with me. I clamped my jaw and sank into the beat. It was intoxicating and hypnotic. I found myself breathing in time, and I’m sure my blood was pulsing in accord too. I gripped the pegs tighter, as my legs and back felt like Jell-O. I was drowning in my connection to Logan and in the rhythm of the lovely figure eights he was planting on my body.
The whirl-whap, whirl-whap, whirl-whap, whirl-whap reminded me of something. The clanking of a chain on a glowing, pink ball, as rattan fan blades slowly whirled overhead like a helicopter. That helicopter used to take me to awesome destinations. It had a pink bulb because I didn’t like bright, white light, it hurt my eyes when I stared above to go places. But the pink was all pretty and warm and soft, and I could look as long as I wanted. I know it was a whirl-whap, like this other beat, but why was I thinking about a stupid fan and a goddamn pink light? So lame.
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nbsp; Ah, here we go. No more pink nonsense. I saw blue sky and clouds and I drifted up, soaring slowly like an iridescent bubble. My stomach dropped, with me rising beyond my control. I was a captive of the wind, defying gravity. I’ve had dreams like this, where I rose up and was terrified of crashing down, and I somehow would end up doing exactly that and waking up out of breath before I hit ground.
But I kept rising toward the light, being brought up into a house on a cloud. The door was open wide and when the cloud became solid like waves of cotton beneath my feet, I ran for it. The foyer was red, a deep, deep red, so luxurious, opening to a grand ballroom. Logan looked sexy-hot and debonair in a tux, and I was suddenly in a yellow gown like the one Beauty wore for freaking dinner. Other faceless people were dancing. Plates of food were set at tables on the outskirts, but I’m not sure if I was here for dinner. Logan pulled me into a dance. He glided me through the room in a waltz to the rhythm that had a bass undercurrent of whirl-whap. He seemed to know what he was doing. Good thing, because I don’t. We had a dance term in gym one year, but I don’t remember the waltz. I can rumba a little bit and jive. When the song ended, he drifted from my clutch to get me a drink. My nerves were buzzing, and I looked around anxiously as a chill snaked up my neck.
All alone and aching for my prince, I noticed a room off to the side. It was dark, dark black and it smelled weird, like bad breath. I backed away from it, but vines of tar unfurled toward me and before I could gasp, they seized me and pulled me out of Logan’s reach and into its pitch. The door slammed behind me. I jiggled the handled, locked and hot. I screamed and pounded the door. The vines didn’t stop. They kept pulling my backwards until I was no longer in the dark. I turned and looked around. I was in my room. But I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to be back with Logan. This door also slammed behind me and I was stuck in my goddamn room. I spun and spun. The door wouldn’t open. What was going on? “Let me out!” I screamed. I looked around to find that my windows had bars with brick behind that. They don’t really, do they? I was trapped! And I was pissed and terrified. After pounding on the locked door for hours, I wore myself out. I climbed into my bed and cried. I couldn’t get back. My heart was pounding so fast. I was afraid of something. Not the dark. The pink light was on.
I tucked myself under all the covers, and then slowly peeked out. A man with no face was there with a book, and he was reading to me. But it felt weird. I was a solid ten with scrapes on my knees from finally collapsing out of a handstand that not only bested all nine girls in the challenge but put twenty-one more seconds on the clock. An advanced reader, I could read my own damn books and had VC Andrews “smut” tucked under my mattress, so why was he reading to me? I was so done with my neighbors at this point. Their severe lack of more only left me frustrated, like poor Mr. Verlander.
When he finished, he closed the book, turned off my pink light and kissed my forehead. I squirmed when his clammy skin swept under my covers and slithered up my thigh.
“Shhh.”
Get off me, get off me.
His grubby hand was on me and still rising. I was shaking and close to vomiting and my skin was still covered in fire ants that were biting mad. I stayed there rigid, frozen in shock, when he scratched over my panties and pinched my button and hills. No, no, no, no.
“You have such sweet candy. Do you want me to make you feel really good?”
I shook my head, no. No, no, no. Not you. Hell no.
“Herb. Did she say yes to the concert?” my mom asked, flooding my room with light from the hallway and cool cookie-scented air. She glared at me, colder than a steely knife.
Herb? My dad’s dead brother, Herb? He jerked his hand off me and stood in a hurry. The blank on his face melted away. It was him. Why was he here when my dad wasn’t? “Yeah. She’s excited to go. Isn’t that right, Raggedy Ann?” He ruffled my hair and I recoiled.
With my eyes losing tears, I shook my head no. I did not want to go anywhere with him.
“Oh, stop being so melodramatic,” she said. “I know it’s not your favorite boy band, but the show you wanted is sold out. This will still be fun.”
When he brushed past her and thumped down the hall, I blubbered that he pinched me down there.
She folded her arms and snapped, “Well, you dressed very slutty today. It’s no wonder,” then she flipped off the light, slammed me into darkness and left me all alone.
What? What? What? I screamed and screamed my lungs out, and I cried harder than ever because my heart hurt so bad. I gritted my teeth and slapped and knuckle-punched my dirty, filthy holes that made him do what he did. I’m slutty, I’m slutty, I’m slutty. She’s right. I got off on Tom Sawyer’s spank, and I spied on the neighbors for months. I am slutty. I’m slutty. I’m slutty. I’m bad.
“Addison.”
I fell, I drooped, I lost my mind. I was sobbing and screaming. I couldn’t tell if I was in light or dark. Hands were gripping me, and I clawed and squirmed. I broke free and ran, bursting through doors, but I was tackled into dirt and hay I think. I shrilled, “Don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me. Don’t. Get your hands off me, you fucker! Don’t ever touch me again.”
Grabby hands were still after me, arms squeezed around mine, and my skin still burned with the bite of ants. But the beast who wouldn’t let me go, scooped me up and only held me tighter. He carried me somewhere, to his lair maybe, and laid me down on a mattress. He was rubbing me all over and kissing my face. I was too weak and broken to fight him off. I curled up in a ball and cried.
My mom was evil. My dead uncle was a monster. And I was a filthy, dirty slut, trapped in the clutches of a dragon who wouldn’t stop saying my name or touching me. Was he going to pinch me down there too, or worse? If only I had a prince. Wait. Don’t I?
Lights came on, but they hurt my eyes and exposed my ugliness. I covered my face. “No, turn it off, turn it off.”
“Addison, sweetie. You are scaring the shit out of me.”
The light disappeared. I was thankful for the blackness, the shield over my pain and shame, as well as the deep voice of my prince, slicing through the murk to find me. I wept like a baby, and he kissed my hair line and dragged fingers down my arm. This was not a dragon. He was my prince. My rogue. My Logan. He was here! I clawed at his skin. I got back! He smelled so clean and manly. He was rescuing me. I threw my arms around his neck and squeezed him so tight. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Don’t let me go. Please, just hold me forever. I didn’t mean it. I thought you were a monster. Hold me, hold me.” Moonlight seeped through the edges of the shade. That was enough light.
“Shit. You are tripping so hard. I don’t know what to do. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Just hold me.” I sobbed harder than ever. I couldn’t say it, put into words what I saw. Was it even real? If so, why didn’t I remember until just now? Why would my mom say that? I held him tighter and wrapped my legs around his body, “Just hold me, hold me, don’t let go. Please.”
He was crying himself, crunching back sobs as he kissed and caressed me. We hung onto one another and rubbed bodies in the dark for I don’t even know how long. Sadly, he stole his warmth from me when he knelt at the side of the bed and slicked my whole body, especially my backside, up with cooling cream. When he was done, he rolled back onto the braided rub and huffed into his hands. “Are you okay? I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you and trip you out like that. That’s never happened before, with the other girls I’ve flogged.”
I clicked my tongue on the roof of my mouth. I didn’t know what to say. “I don’t know what happened. I can’t breathe. I don’t know what’s real. I feel like I’m in a fog. I’m not all back yet. Will you come back to me please? I need you.”
“It’s close to 12:30, Addison. You need to get back.”
I huffed and sat up, then clutched my head. The room was spinning and a chill bit at my bones. “Whoa. Come back, come back to me, Sir.”
He stayed where he was, huffing like
mad and shaking. Maybe he was dizzy too.
I shivered. My skin was way too cold and achy without his touch. Tears slid down my face. The thought of being away from him, even for a few hours to sleep, plunged pain deep into my heart. “I don’t want to leave you, Sir, but okay. Can we do breakfast?”
“Maybe. But don’t bank on it. I will likely sleep in.”
“Um...okay,” I blubbered and rubbed my face. “Um...” I was so totally weepy. After all he did to me tonight, the man deserved to fucking sleep in. What the hell was my problem? I couldn’t tell if he was being Dom-stern or curt. “Are you upset or something, Sir?”
“No. I just...I just feel bad. I didn’t know you’d crash like that. And don’t call me Sir.”
My stomach dropped and my heart started to race. “What? Why not? Are we out of the box?”
“Yeah. I don’t want to be all dominant right now. I need to unwind and think about shit.”
“Think about shit. Yeah, I’m right there with you.”
He helped me stand. “Wait here. I’ll go get the clothes I have for you.”
I seized his arm. “No! I don’t want you to leave me. Isn’t your house empty?”
He cupped my jaw and kissed my forehead. “It’s still raining. I’ll be right back, Addie. You can’t go back to the Manor in your birthday suit.”
“I have some clothes in my car,” I muttered, then gasped and lurched back. “What! Why did you call me that?”
“What do you mean?”
“You just said, ‘Addie’. Why? You’ve never called me that. Not even once.”
He shrugged and said, “I dunno. It’s cute.”
“Cute. Right.” If so, then why did it feel worse than ‘Bitch’? He called me all kinds of things, but not that, never that. It seemed so distancing, and it squeezed my heart to the point of pain. “Don’t ever call me that. Please. It’s a friend thing. We are way more than friends, aren’t we? We fucked.”
He paused for one second, before he puffed through his lips. “Yeah, of course. Don’t be silly. I love you, Babydoll.” He put on his damp clothes that were on the floor.
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