I made sure she’ll leave us alone for the rest of the night.”
He glances up at me from where he’s been digging through my bag and gives me an odd look, but shrugs. “If you say so. Are these all animals, Pally?”
“Mostly,” I reply slowly as I walk over to him. I crack my neck as I glance at the screen again and grunt. In my absence, we’ve lost viewers. “Ready to keep going?”
I have to get them to come back. They need to see all of the wonderfully ugly things that I’m capable of and they’ll keep coming back for more.
“You’re insatiable for a nun,” he remarks with a smirk as he gets to his feet, bag in hand.
I shrug and close my eyes for a moment. I need to regain focus, I need to breathe, I need to repent through blood and my time is running out. I need to push away the humanity that’s struggling to shine through because I don’t feel like Pally right now.
I feel like Grace and that just won’t do.
“Gimme,” I hiss at him, snatching the bag from his hand. He shouldn’t be holding this—it’s not his choice what we get to use—it’s mine.
“Don’t be a bossy little bitch,” he warns as he takes a step toward me and grabs a handful of my hair. Reade pulls it back, arching me at an uneven angle before he reaches a hand down and roughly shoves a thumb into my pussy.
“Good; you’re still wet. Let’s keep going.”
I bite down on my teeth to keep another wail of anguish from escaping me. By now, Reade has lashed me across my ass with his belt at least twenty times.
He told me that bossy little girls need to be put in line, and bent me over my chair, knees firmly holding me in place. He’s been whipping my flesh, causing it to turn crimson, extracting welts, and not letting up.
I find his cruelty to be exquisite. His demeanor as he lashes me over and over is divinity on Earth. It makes me wonder if, really, he’s God finally come down from the heavens to cleanse me in a different way.
When he finally drops the belt to the floor, I can hear him breathing heavily. I close my eyes tightly, not to will the pain away, but to hope that the feeling lasts longer than I know it will.
My eyes fly open again when I hear him rifling through my bag. I attempt to lower my feet to the floor in an effort to stop him, but he’s much faster than me. In an instant, the belt is back in his hand as he lays it across my back.
“Haven’t learned your lesson, yet?” he asks before he goes back to digging through my bag.
“That’s not yours,” I snap at him in defiance. An act of courage that is rewarded with another sound lash to the back.
When I glance at the screen again, my grimace turns to a slight smile. His lashing me isn’t having the effect on me he wants, but he’s playing to our voyeur’s appetites and that is what counts.
I take a deep breath as I slowly begin to lower my feet to the floor again. If he sees submission in my movements instead of defiance, I’m sure he’ll let his guard down long enough for me to take the bag away from him.
When no leather greats my flesh, I sit on my bruised and welted bare ass, doing my best not to flinch from the pain. The only satisfaction I will give him will be the one he’s earned from his carnal desires—not from whipping me like a disobedient child.
I lock my knees together as I push my hair behind my ears, then fold my hands in my lap. They’re still free of the blood I’ve been longing for, save for the crusts that I still can’t recall.
Reade stops digging through the bag, his hand hovering slightly as he leans down a little more, peering toward the very bottom.
A short giggle escapes me like a rush of air and when he pulls it out and starts to unwrap it, I begin to chew my lower lip nervously.
“Do you like it?” I ask.
“Holy shit,” he breathes as he drops the prop, then scoots away from it. “What the fuck is that?”
“The only toy I’ve ever made,” I explain quietly as I lean down and pick up the prop, cradling it to my breast. I begin to rock