you to the bed in the corner, and make love to you. Your choice.”
I closed my eyes and tried to look down before I remembered my head was secured to the fabric piece at my forehead.
“Sadistic fucking bastard.”
“My parents were married when I was born, but the rest is accurate.”
I breathed in and growled. It was the cat as much as me, and it was pure frustration. If I didn’t let him do this, I’d regret it later. I did not want to do it, but I had to. It was important to him, and that meant it was important to us.
“Why seven?”
“Open your eyes and look at me if you want the answer.”
I opened my eyes to see his oh-so-icy-blue eyes, but they weren’t completely ice cold. There were hints of warmth. The sadist had icy blue eyes, and he was definitely in the building, but Frost was in there, too. This wasn’t just the sadist wanting to hurt me, but the owl-shifter, and the man. All of them wanted to mark me and claim me.
“Five won’t be enough for what I need, but I don’t think you can handle ten. Maybe you can eventually, but not today. Seven seems like a good number.”
I’d thought there was some kind of symbolism, but he was balancing what he needed to do to me with what I could handle being done to me. He wouldn’t give me more than I could handle. He’d probably give me a lot more than I thought I could handle, but he wouldn’t go too far.
“I should stop asking questions and tell you that I don’t want to stop you. It isn’t that I want you to do this to me, but that I want you to do it for yourself. I want to be your... fuck, not your sacrifice, that isn’t the right word, but I want to hurt for you. I want to give you what you need, even if I have to pay for that with my pain.”
Chapter Thirty
Frost
The sadist in me had never even considered crying. Never been close. It wasn’t in our vocabulary. However, on this day, our kitty cat pushed emotion into the sadist’s eyes. No tears, because I’m not certain he’s capable of them, but he felt emotions, and I’d have said that wasn’t possible.
Cheyenne loved all of me, the good and the bad. I’d never hoped to have someone accept all of my facets, much less love them all.
I walked around behind her, told her, “I don’t deserve you,” and let the whip fly.
She gasped and let loose a quiet but high-pitched squeal, because she wasn’t capable of screaming. I’d hurt enough people to recognize exactly why her screams didn’t echo around the room — she didn’t have the energy to expend on a full-fledged scream. Her body was no longer working right, because the pain had so overwhelmed her. My dick throbbed, and the sadist drank in her pain.
I stepped to her and ran a finger a few inches to the right of the bloody mark, from her shoulder to the top of the kidney guard. Someday, I’d string her up by her wrists and whip her bloody without worry of getting my aim exactly right, but she wasn’t ready for that. I needed to be able to carefully place the marks today, and that meant restraining her.
I flicked the outside of the butt plug with a finger, and her ass muscles clenched around it as she gasped. Without warning, I stuck three fingers in her pussy. She was soaking wet.
“You just have one ruined orgasm tonight. Do I give that to you in between whip marks? Or wait until later?”
She didn’t answer, but I’m not certain she was able. So many sensations. I’d meant to overwhelm her. Later, her memories would merge the pain and pleasure, the whip, the fingers, and my voice.
It took me nearly an hour to give her the first five, and I stopped, spread her legs, and fucked her a while after the fifth. She didn’t know she was going to get six and seven back-to-back, and I wasn’t going to tell her ahead of time. I fucked her slow, and didn’t go all the way in. She was so damned tight with that huge plug in her ass, but she needed it, to balance out the pain.
I moved the leg beams of the cross even more, so she was spread wider, and then I stepped back and took aim. Two more,