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maybe minutes
before he finally spoke again. “If things get to be too much, too intense, I
want you to say red . That is your
safeword. Do you understand, pet?”
Maylene licked her lips and nodded, but when
his jaw tightened she quickly added, “Yes, Sir. I understand.”
“Good.” He stared at her for several more
moments and finally spoke again. “The cane has been considered an extreme toy
in the dungeon, but I personally feel they get a bad reputation.” He eyed the
implement almost lovingly then lifted his gaze to her. “This particular one is
a new addition to our collection. Bamboo and Rattan have been used in
discipline for a very long time.” He took a step closer and ran his hand over
the smooth finish. “The sound of the cane hitting the flesh is one of the most
beautiful melodies.” His deep blue eyes continued to bore holes into her. After
another moment he finally said, “Crawl to the cross, little sub.”
The ground was unyielding beneath her hands
and knees, but her need to please Nikolas, her Master, far surpassed any discomfort.
She could feel his eyes on her, knew her privates were on full display for his
visual pleasure. The way her breasts swung from her movement lent to the
increased wetness between her thighs. When the cross was in front of her she
stopped but kept her position on her hands and knees. The air shifted behind
her as he moved closer. For several long moments he didn’t speak or touch her,
but none of that mattered because his presence was like experienced fingers
stroking across every erogenous zone on her body.
“Stand, pet.” Once on her feet he positioned
her on the cross. With her back to him she knew what was to come.
“You remember our conversation the last time
we spoke?” He was quick yet precise as he secured her arms above her head then
moved down to spread her legs and restrain her ankles.
“Yes, Master.” The soft glide of his hands
smoothing up her thighs had her closing her eyes and breathing in deeply.
“Tell me.” He took a step back and waited for
her response.
“You asked if me if I was frightened of you.”
The tip of his cane moved down her spine and
her breathing increased. “Yes?”
Maylene had to concentrate on breathing
before she continued. “I said I was afraid of disappointing you.” She rested
her forehead against the wood and licked her lips. That simple stroke held so
much power and promise.
“Do you still feel that way?” Over and over
he dragged the cane up and down her back, over her ass, and down the back of her
thighs. The power that he held could be felt in the way he touched her. All it
would take was a flick of his wrist to send the cane over her flesh in a
stinging sensation. Maylene found herself craving more of the pain that she
knew only Nikolas could deliver, but it seemed like eternity when he only
stroked her flesh.
“Yes, Master.” She whimpered when he ran the
tip of the cane down the crease of her ass.
Nikolas said in a deep voice, “Why is that?”
Being honest with her Master shouldn’t have
been so difficult, but what if he admitted she disappointed him? Common sense
would have told her that the way he touched her, spoke to her, and looked at
her, showed that she pleased him. Of course then there was his aloofness at
times, and the way he had yet to claim her overshadowed everything else.
Obeying him brought her pleasure, and she wanted him to be pleased with her
obedience. “You don’t touch me as Griffin does, and when you do…” Deep breath
in, deep breath out. “When you do you seem detached.” For several long seconds, which seemed more
like hours, Nikolas didn’t speak. Had her honesty upset him? When he rested his
forehead against the center of her back she swallowed hard. The gentleness of
the act would have brought her to her knees if she hadn’t been bound.
“My sweet, obedient, pet. I’m so sorry I made
you feel that way.” Both of his hands slid down her sides and she
before he finally spoke again. “If things get to be too much, too intense, I
want you to say red . That is your
safeword. Do you understand, pet?”
Maylene licked her lips and nodded, but when
his jaw tightened she quickly added, “Yes, Sir. I understand.”
“Good.” He stared at her for several more
moments and finally spoke again. “The cane has been considered an extreme toy
in the dungeon, but I personally feel they get a bad reputation.” He eyed the
implement almost lovingly then lifted his gaze to her. “This particular one is
a new addition to our collection. Bamboo and Rattan have been used in
discipline for a very long time.” He took a step closer and ran his hand over
the smooth finish. “The sound of the cane hitting the flesh is one of the most
beautiful melodies.” His deep blue eyes continued to bore holes into her. After
another moment he finally said, “Crawl to the cross, little sub.”
The ground was unyielding beneath her hands
and knees, but her need to please Nikolas, her Master, far surpassed any discomfort.
She could feel his eyes on her, knew her privates were on full display for his
visual pleasure. The way her breasts swung from her movement lent to the
increased wetness between her thighs. When the cross was in front of her she
stopped but kept her position on her hands and knees. The air shifted behind
her as he moved closer. For several long moments he didn’t speak or touch her,
but none of that mattered because his presence was like experienced fingers
stroking across every erogenous zone on her body.
“Stand, pet.” Once on her feet he positioned
her on the cross. With her back to him she knew what was to come.
“You remember our conversation the last time
we spoke?” He was quick yet precise as he secured her arms above her head then
moved down to spread her legs and restrain her ankles.
“Yes, Master.” The soft glide of his hands
smoothing up her thighs had her closing her eyes and breathing in deeply.
“Tell me.” He took a step back and waited for
her response.
“You asked if me if I was frightened of you.”
The tip of his cane moved down her spine and
her breathing increased. “Yes?”
Maylene had to concentrate on breathing
before she continued. “I said I was afraid of disappointing you.” She rested
her forehead against the wood and licked her lips. That simple stroke held so
much power and promise.
“Do you still feel that way?” Over and over
he dragged the cane up and down her back, over her ass, and down the back of her
thighs. The power that he held could be felt in the way he touched her. All it
would take was a flick of his wrist to send the cane over her flesh in a
stinging sensation. Maylene found herself craving more of the pain that she
knew only Nikolas could deliver, but it seemed like eternity when he only
stroked her flesh.
“Yes, Master.” She whimpered when he ran the
tip of the cane down the crease of her ass.
Nikolas said in a deep voice, “Why is that?”
Being honest with her Master shouldn’t have
been so difficult, but what if he admitted she disappointed him? Common sense
would have told her that the way he touched her, spoke to her, and looked at
her, showed that she pleased him. Of course then there was his aloofness at
times, and the way he had yet to claim her overshadowed everything else.
Obeying him brought her pleasure, and she wanted him to be pleased with her
obedience. “You don’t touch me as Griffin does, and when you do…” Deep breath
in, deep breath out. “When you do you seem detached.” For several long seconds, which seemed more
like hours, Nikolas didn’t speak. Had her honesty upset him? When he rested his
forehead against the center of her back she swallowed hard. The gentleness of
the act would have brought her to her knees if she hadn’t been bound.
“My sweet, obedient, pet. I’m so sorry I made
you feel that way.” Both of his hands slid down her sides and she
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