her.
Her arms were crossed over her chest with his crossed over them.
“You did well,” he murmured. “I was proud of you, my little slave.” She nuzzled her head back against him, warm with the praise. It pleased her inordinately that she’d pleased him. “Thank you for convincing me not to run.”
“Hmmm,” he replied. He sounded distracted as he pulled back slightly. She winced when he touched his fingers to her back. The flog didn’t feel so good now. She smiled, despite the pain. This would be a constant reminder the next few days of the intensely perfect time she’d spent in the Pleasure Palace dungeon. Every time she moved, the dungeon master would be with her.
Getting up, he carefully lifted her in his arms. He kicked the pillow toward the bench.
“On your knees. On the pillow,” he told her. “Then lean over the bench.” She immediately complied, though she couldn’t stifle her groan. She didn’t know if she could take any more quite yet.
He’d had somewhat kind moments before but now he was almost tender while still commanding her. He smoothed his fingers over her brow. “There won’t be more right now,” he promised, somehow knowing her thoughts. Why should she be surprised?
He’d known them up until now.
She didn’t move as he left her and crossed the room. She heard him open cupboards and run water but didn’t look at him. Slowly, she took measured breaths while she leaned her head on her crossed arms. The dichotomy between earlier and now made her head spin.
55
Brynn Paulin
“Master?” she asked, figuring she’d better continue to use the title. Especially since she still didn’t know his name. She had a feeling he still wouldn’t tell her, either. Not tonight. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Ask me anything.”
“How did you…um…when did you…”
He returned to her side and sat on the bench beside her, a square bowl on his lap.
He’d completely removed his pants while he’d been away from her. “How did I get to be a Dom?”
She flinched as he dabbed a warm, damp cloth over her bruised skin. “Yes. I’d imagine you don’t just say one day ‘I think I might like to be a Dom. All I need is a submissive’. There has to be some process.”
“There wasn’t really.” He dabbed cool cream onto her back, carefully rubbing it in to each mark. “I was raised in a D/s family. My father is a Dom and my mother’s a sub.”
That surprised her. She’d never thought of this in a family setting. “How does that work? I mean with kids and all.”
“It was subtle. My mom didn’t run around naked, wearing chains. We never saw our father do anything that any other dad wouldn’t do. Sometimes they’d disappear to their room, even in the middle of the day.” He shrugged continuing his ministrations.
“My father was always in charge and Mom mostly complied with what he said. That didn’t mean she was weak. She’s extremely strong and successful in her own right. Just like you are. I have total respect for her.” He lifted her chin so that she looked into his eyes—she still wished she could see their color. His thumb smoothed over her swollen bottom lip. “And believe it or not, I have total respect for you too. Submitting doesn’t make you weak. You have to be very strong to do it.” She’d never thought of herself as particularly strong. Actually, she spent every day trying to prove herself. Maybe she didn’t need to do that.
“My screams weren’t very strong.”
56
On Your Knees
“That’s a matter of opinion. While I flogged you, you didn’t swear at me. You didn’t cry and beg me to let you go. You let your body adjust and take it and sink into pleasure. I know men who couldn’t handle as much. You were so beautiful.”
“I bet you say that to all your slaves.”
“There are none. I don’t do polygamous relationships. If I had another partner, I wouldn’t be here with you.”
Bending over, he kissed one of the stripes crossing
Her arms were crossed over her chest with his crossed over them.
“You did well,” he murmured. “I was proud of you, my little slave.” She nuzzled her head back against him, warm with the praise. It pleased her inordinately that she’d pleased him. “Thank you for convincing me not to run.”
“Hmmm,” he replied. He sounded distracted as he pulled back slightly. She winced when he touched his fingers to her back. The flog didn’t feel so good now. She smiled, despite the pain. This would be a constant reminder the next few days of the intensely perfect time she’d spent in the Pleasure Palace dungeon. Every time she moved, the dungeon master would be with her.
Getting up, he carefully lifted her in his arms. He kicked the pillow toward the bench.
“On your knees. On the pillow,” he told her. “Then lean over the bench.” She immediately complied, though she couldn’t stifle her groan. She didn’t know if she could take any more quite yet.
He’d had somewhat kind moments before but now he was almost tender while still commanding her. He smoothed his fingers over her brow. “There won’t be more right now,” he promised, somehow knowing her thoughts. Why should she be surprised?
He’d known them up until now.
She didn’t move as he left her and crossed the room. She heard him open cupboards and run water but didn’t look at him. Slowly, she took measured breaths while she leaned her head on her crossed arms. The dichotomy between earlier and now made her head spin.
55
Brynn Paulin
“Master?” she asked, figuring she’d better continue to use the title. Especially since she still didn’t know his name. She had a feeling he still wouldn’t tell her, either. Not tonight. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Ask me anything.”
“How did you…um…when did you…”
He returned to her side and sat on the bench beside her, a square bowl on his lap.
He’d completely removed his pants while he’d been away from her. “How did I get to be a Dom?”
She flinched as he dabbed a warm, damp cloth over her bruised skin. “Yes. I’d imagine you don’t just say one day ‘I think I might like to be a Dom. All I need is a submissive’. There has to be some process.”
“There wasn’t really.” He dabbed cool cream onto her back, carefully rubbing it in to each mark. “I was raised in a D/s family. My father is a Dom and my mother’s a sub.”
That surprised her. She’d never thought of this in a family setting. “How does that work? I mean with kids and all.”
“It was subtle. My mom didn’t run around naked, wearing chains. We never saw our father do anything that any other dad wouldn’t do. Sometimes they’d disappear to their room, even in the middle of the day.” He shrugged continuing his ministrations.
“My father was always in charge and Mom mostly complied with what he said. That didn’t mean she was weak. She’s extremely strong and successful in her own right. Just like you are. I have total respect for her.” He lifted her chin so that she looked into his eyes—she still wished she could see their color. His thumb smoothed over her swollen bottom lip. “And believe it or not, I have total respect for you too. Submitting doesn’t make you weak. You have to be very strong to do it.” She’d never thought of herself as particularly strong. Actually, she spent every day trying to prove herself. Maybe she didn’t need to do that.
“My screams weren’t very strong.”
56
On Your Knees
“That’s a matter of opinion. While I flogged you, you didn’t swear at me. You didn’t cry and beg me to let you go. You let your body adjust and take it and sink into pleasure. I know men who couldn’t handle as much. You were so beautiful.”
“I bet you say that to all your slaves.”
“There are none. I don’t do polygamous relationships. If I had another partner, I wouldn’t be here with you.”
Bending over, he kissed one of the stripes crossing
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