as he fucked me, but I could tell this was simply Nate’s way of gearing up. He was only getting started. I shuddered each time the wax hit my skin, and then sighed as Nate rewarded me with a following thrust. He had me teetering on the brink, and he knew it.
Maybe he was right.
Maybe we were the same.
“It’s not enough, is it, baby?” Nate crooned, sounding almost sad. “You need more, don’t you?”
And suddenly he was off me, and there were sounds of disturbance from the closet. I heard Garrett suck in his breath when Nate returned to the bed. But I had no idea what he was holding.
“Lift your head up,” he instructed.
I obeyed immediately.
“Now kiss the tip.”
It was a cane.
I’d written about canes, of course. In my nightly pounding of Lois’s keyboard, I’d written about all of my kinky desires. Being free from Byron had freed my mind as well. I’d seen these implements in the windows of the sex stores in Hollywood. But I had no idea what sort of pain the thing would impart.
“We’ll start with six,” Nate said, “and you’re going to count each blow.”
My ass was still hot from Garrett’s punishment, but when Nate ran his hand slowly over both of my cheeks I shivered at the gentleness of his touch. He knew what he was doing. As soon as my body responded to one sensation, he was there to confuse me beyond measure. I didn’t think I could tense my muscles any tighter than they were. I held my breath, but Nate was too smart for that. Hewaited, saw me exhale, and then inhale again before he put his lips to my ear once more and said, “Prepare yourself.”
There was nothing I could have done to prepare. The first stroke was fire. Plain and simple. I’d never felt anything like that before. Nate seemed to be smiling as he said, “You’ve forgotten the rules already, baby? What are we going to do with you?”
Forgotten. Forgotten what?
“You count,” he repeated coldly. There was no longer the sound of a smile in his tone. “You count for me. We’ll call that one practice.” My heart raced. I was in a panic. Six more? Could I take six more? But before I could think to protest, he’d started again.
“One—” I murmured, tears wetting the black velvet of the blindfold. I sensed it when Garrett came forward. He wanted to watch close up.
The cane struck a second time, and I cried out, my back arching, feeling electrified by the pain. “Two—” There was no way I could take six. And there was no way I couldn’t. We were alike. He was right. Two halves of the same soul. Nate had seen it from the start. Connor’s power paled in comparison. Garrett was a wind-up toy. Nate knew what he was doing, and he gave me two in a row, so quick and fast that I stumbled on the numbers, not knowing where I was anymore, and he laughed again. “Ah, baby, why are you doing this to me?” As if I were causing him serious pain instead of the other way around. “You’ve got to work, Sam. You’ve got to keep up.”
Ultimately, six equaled more than ten. And ultimately, the numbers were lost in my sobs. You’d think I would have wanted to turn to Garrett for comfort, the way I’d basked in the strokes and kisses from Nathan duringGarrett’s whipping. But I didn’t want any of that. I only wanted Nate.
My pain. His pleasure.
Nate was on the bed again, and with a tug the blindfold was off and I could see. He undid the ties on my ankles and released the cuffs from the hook in the wall, although they remained on my wrists. He flipped me onto my back.
“Byron should have done this a long time ago, huh?” he taunted me. “If he’d taken care of you the right way, you’d never have been such a little slut, would you?”
I wanted to answer, to defend myself, but how could I? If I said that Nate was right, I knew his immediate response. He would have said not to blame Byron for my own slutty actions. And if I dared to disagree with him, and said that I’d have cheated anyway, he would have
Maybe he was right.
Maybe we were the same.
“It’s not enough, is it, baby?” Nate crooned, sounding almost sad. “You need more, don’t you?”
And suddenly he was off me, and there were sounds of disturbance from the closet. I heard Garrett suck in his breath when Nate returned to the bed. But I had no idea what he was holding.
“Lift your head up,” he instructed.
I obeyed immediately.
“Now kiss the tip.”
It was a cane.
I’d written about canes, of course. In my nightly pounding of Lois’s keyboard, I’d written about all of my kinky desires. Being free from Byron had freed my mind as well. I’d seen these implements in the windows of the sex stores in Hollywood. But I had no idea what sort of pain the thing would impart.
“We’ll start with six,” Nate said, “and you’re going to count each blow.”
My ass was still hot from Garrett’s punishment, but when Nate ran his hand slowly over both of my cheeks I shivered at the gentleness of his touch. He knew what he was doing. As soon as my body responded to one sensation, he was there to confuse me beyond measure. I didn’t think I could tense my muscles any tighter than they were. I held my breath, but Nate was too smart for that. Hewaited, saw me exhale, and then inhale again before he put his lips to my ear once more and said, “Prepare yourself.”
There was nothing I could have done to prepare. The first stroke was fire. Plain and simple. I’d never felt anything like that before. Nate seemed to be smiling as he said, “You’ve forgotten the rules already, baby? What are we going to do with you?”
Forgotten. Forgotten what?
“You count,” he repeated coldly. There was no longer the sound of a smile in his tone. “You count for me. We’ll call that one practice.” My heart raced. I was in a panic. Six more? Could I take six more? But before I could think to protest, he’d started again.
“One—” I murmured, tears wetting the black velvet of the blindfold. I sensed it when Garrett came forward. He wanted to watch close up.
The cane struck a second time, and I cried out, my back arching, feeling electrified by the pain. “Two—” There was no way I could take six. And there was no way I couldn’t. We were alike. He was right. Two halves of the same soul. Nate had seen it from the start. Connor’s power paled in comparison. Garrett was a wind-up toy. Nate knew what he was doing, and he gave me two in a row, so quick and fast that I stumbled on the numbers, not knowing where I was anymore, and he laughed again. “Ah, baby, why are you doing this to me?” As if I were causing him serious pain instead of the other way around. “You’ve got to work, Sam. You’ve got to keep up.”
Ultimately, six equaled more than ten. And ultimately, the numbers were lost in my sobs. You’d think I would have wanted to turn to Garrett for comfort, the way I’d basked in the strokes and kisses from Nathan duringGarrett’s whipping. But I didn’t want any of that. I only wanted Nate.
My pain. His pleasure.
Nate was on the bed again, and with a tug the blindfold was off and I could see. He undid the ties on my ankles and released the cuffs from the hook in the wall, although they remained on my wrists. He flipped me onto my back.
“Byron should have done this a long time ago, huh?” he taunted me. “If he’d taken care of you the right way, you’d never have been such a little slut, would you?”
I wanted to answer, to defend myself, but how could I? If I said that Nate was right, I knew his immediate response. He would have said not to blame Byron for my own slutty actions. And if I dared to disagree with him, and said that I’d have cheated anyway, he would have
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