put you where I knew you’d get it. Hang on and I’ll get you out.”
“I need to change,” I told him through gritted teeth.
“Not yet. Give me a few hours to pamper you and baby you, at least. I’d rather have a few days, but if you still want to change in a few hours, I won’t ask you not to.”
“Where are we?”
“The cabin I took you to before, so we can be assured of our privacy.”
He released my hips, my feet, and the collar around my neck. A few other points as well, and then the cage walls beside me folded down and his arms lifted me. The room swung around me, and then I wasn’t over the table anymore.
“Straighten your legs, but move slow. I have you.”
My feet touched the floor and I put weight on them, but he didn’t let go of me.
“There we are. Let’s walk out to the porch, where you can sit on a bench at the table. I have a breakfast casserole in the oven, staying warm until you woke.”
He got me seated, and I had to marvel that he knew not to put me in a chair. I leaned forward onto my arms, propped on the table, careful of my swollen, discolored breasts, and realized the act of sitting naked on the bench had stoked my arousal. I was horny again, despite my pain.
Or perhaps because of it, because I hadn’t hated what he’d done to me the night before. Once I’d gotten past the lost orgasm, he’d given me dozens of explosive releases, each bigger and better than the one before, until the world had darkened around me and I’d passed out from bliss. Not from pain, but from pure ecstasy.
He brought me orange juice and a breakfast casserole with tons of cheese and sausage. I knew there was egg too, and stuff to hold it all together, but the sausage had my mouth watering. I was suddenly starved.
And he knew I would be. He had five casseroles. I ate one and a half by myself. He ate three, and then the rest of the one I didn’t eat.
While we ate, we talked. The first thing out of his mouth was, “If you never want to do this again, it’s okay. I needed to put you through it once, and I tried to make you enjoy it, but I know it’s a lot to ask.”
“It is a lot, more than I’d probably ever do for anyone else, but I sensed your need last night, and I wanted to quench it.”
“When I was younger, I got into fights and hurt people who didn’t deserve it. Eventually, I let people pay me to hurt people. When someone needs to be tortured, I’m usually the one who does it. You should know there’s a darker side to what you saw, one that just needs to hurt. I keep it on a leash, now. I try to be responsible with it, but it needed to mark you. Not just hurt you, not just hear you scream, but mark you. It was important we turn it into pleasure for you, but...” He shrugged, and I could tell it cost him something to tell me.
“I love you, Frost. I love the side of you with the icy blue eyes, and the side of you with the rich blue eyes. I understand why you refer to yourself as an us, sometimes. At first, I thought you were talking about the man and the owl, but now I know it’s also the...” I shrugged. “The sadist, I guess. The being in you who feeds off of pain.”
His head snapped up and those crystal clear, icy cold blue eyes bored into me.
“No one has ever figured that out.”
“Maybe they didn’t love you like I do. I want to be the one you turn to when you need to hurt someone. Maybe not every time, but sometimes.”
He touched my hand. “Then I’ll tell you when I have a need, and we’ll talk about the best way for me to take care of it.” Before I could respond, he changed the subject. “You aren’t as stiff as you were when you first woke up. Will you let me rub a soothing cream on your breasts, back, and ass?”
“I don’t think I can lay on my front.”
“Come to the bedroom. See what I have set up.”
The cabin wasn’t that big, so within two dozen steps I saw two huge triangular shaped wedges. One