The Librarian and the Dom [Club Libertine 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)
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“Once the restraints broke as I was whipping her and accidentally broke her skin. She bled, and I was horrified. I saw her body recoil in pain. I put the whip down and ran to her. But she wasn’t writhing in pain. It was pleasure. She looked up at me, grinning. ‘Do it again, Jake. Do it again.’
“I walked out that day and didn’t see her for two years. We’d been married fifteen years, but for me, it was over in that minute.”
“One day divorce papers came in the mail. I was torn. I still felt married. I still felt responsible for her. I wondered how she was. She didn’t eat enough if I didn’t feed her. I ignored the papers.
“More came. I read these ones over. I saw that mediation was an option. I thought half a lifetime together might be worth a shot. I was shocked to see how thin she was. Usually, she was runner lean, but now...turns out she has stage-four breast cancer. No hope.
“I did the only thing I could do. I moved back in and looked after her until she died a year later. She was so weak, but she still craved pain. She used to skip her pain meds. To get her to take them, I had to do the one thing that made her happy. I had to start whipping other subs again and fuck them when their Doms requested it. It still made her hot. Then I’d take her to a private area and manually bring her to orgasm when she was still healthy enough.”
He stopped talking. She could tell he was crying, but also knew he didn’t want her sympathy. It was clear he wanted her to understand why he had to leave her.
“She died three months later. I guess I kept up whipping subs out of habit. It made her happy, but she was dead, and I had nothing else, no one else, so I kept doing it. But I was feeling empty inside. I wanted something else. I wanted a sub of my own, but one who wanted me for me, not for my whip hand, but all of me. Sure, I like doling out spankings, and maybe the occasional cropping, but I can’t ever been with someone again who needs that level of pain.
“When I saw you there, after I whipped you. You were in subspace. Your expression was sheer bliss. When I asked you, you said it was the strongest orgasm you ever had.
“I’m sorry, Lindy. I can’t do that again. I can’t live that way. I’d rather you asked me to give up being a Dom than whip you again.”
* * * *
He closed his eyes, the tears running freely now. Lindy shifted position, taking him into her arms. She rocked him like a baby, holding him to her chest. She’d been so wrong, thinking that she was competing with a memory of a great love or that she had to become something she wasn’t to keep him. He was the man she’d originally thought he was. He was kind and sensitive, trying to please others even to the extent of losing himself, not unlike the way she’d been growing up.
“Shhhhhhhh. You big stupid man.”
“Huh?”
He tried to lift his head, but she held him tight, determined to have her say.
“Firstly, I love you. I’d cut off my right hand rather than force you to do something that is so against your nature.”
“You love me?” He pulled free so he could look up at her with wonder.
“Yes I do, but you are interrupting my rant.” She glared down at him.
“Sorry, Mistress.” He grinned up at her cheekily, his expression lightening for the first time before getting serious again. “I love you, too, but...”
She cut him off.
“Secondly, yes, you did give me an orgasm. It’s a physiological response to stimuli. It was involuntary. I also know that you held back. Zack told me you would make it nice and loud, but he knew you would do just enough to satisfy the need to punish me. I know you didn’t whip me half as hard as you could have, and I’m grateful for that. But thirdly, if you ever try that again, I’ll buy my own whip and use it on your ass.”
“You…you didn’t like it?”
“No. It hurt. Sure I came, but no matter how good the orgasm, it wasn’t worth the price. I have no desire to repeat that experience. However, if you want to spank my ass, well, maybe I’ll even let you take it, too. That is, if you’re interested.
“Or if you aren’t interested in doing punishments anymore, I guess I could forego spankings, even when I’m a disobedient sub. Or maybe you can find someone to spank me for you. Hmmm. I wonder if Zack would be interested.”
He moved like lightning. One minute she was cuddling him and the next she was on her back, with him straddling her.
“Hell no.” He grinned wickedly at her. “I’ll be using my hand on your ass and that wooden spoon, and I have a leather-covered paddle that I think you’ll enjoy. Or maybe it’s just me that’ll enjoy it.
“Also,” he continued. “I really like bondage.”
She brightened. “Does that mean I get to tie you to the bed again and have my way with you?”
“You are going to be a bratty sub who will require a lot of correction. I see that now. Maybe I shouldn’t retire my whip just yet,” he teased. “But seriously, I have this leather flogger that will make you tingly all over. You’ll enjoy it when I tie you to spanking bench and whip your tits and ass with the flogger,” he said speculatively. “You skin will turn a delightful shade of pink all over.”
“Oh, I think I’ll enjoy it, too, especially if you fuck my brains out afterward.”
“I think I can oblige. But that’s topping from the bottom again. Like I said, a bratty sub!”
He flipped her on her stomach onto his lap and brought his hand down hard on her naked ass.
“I don’t hear counting.”
“That’s one, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
THE END
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