day after, every time she sat down. The final stripe was like liquid fire, seeping into her bones. Thea was sobbing now, an emotional response to the extreme arousal, the intimacy, the humiliation, her absolute submission to the Dom who owned her for this night.
Another stroke to her left thigh had Thea squirming against the bench, her fingers gripping the solid wood legs of it as she fought the urge to reach back and cover her abused bottom, to beg him to stop.
She knew he was ramping this up, even the rapid taps against her skin were hurting as he prepared for the next stroke, on her bottom again this time. She let out another scream as the cane landed for the big one.
Tony paused, allowed her time to get her breath back. He would stop if she asked him, or even if she just gave him a signal she’d had enough. She wouldn’t, not yet, or at least not intentionally. So often Tony just knew when to stop, as he had earlier. But she wanted more. She was hurting but she craved the pain. She needed to feel that final surge of energy, that rush of endorphin-fuelled lust that would drive her past the point of no return.
She’d experienced it before, many times. The sensation reminded her of a cork popping. Then, the pressure valve opened, whatever it was that screwed her up and messed with her head would flow out, freely. She would be rid of the tension, the pent up anxieties that plagued her, built up day after day, week after week and ground her down.
Tony would know. The moment she was free, he would know.
Thea reached for it, trusting Tony to take her to that place.
The next stroke was to be in the exact same spot he’d just caned. Tony started tapping, the mini-strokes falling so fast she couldn't tell one from another. Thea inhaled, the action automatic, ingrained, then she held the breath as he pressed the cane against her smarting bottom. Even so, despite her relaxed, near-euphoric state, the final stroke was excruciating. Thea screamed, then shuddered violently as her muscles tensed. The action was involuntary, sending aftershocks of sensation through her. Tony moved in close, slipped his hand between her legs again and this time his caress was long and purposeful. He massaged her clit, at the same time sliding two fingers inside her to curl against her G-spot. She groaned, squeezing, loving his touch, needing him to stay this time.
Tony seemed to read her mind. He knew, as ever, the precise moment to flick the switch, to turn pain into pleasure, the contrast between the two heightening both. Or perhaps they were near-identical, perhaps that was why she couldn’t seem to find one without the other.
“Now.”
One word, enough. Her orgasm washed through her, the waves of pleasure pulsing, spinning her head around, scrambling what was left of conscious thought. The first release was powerful, therapeutic, cleansing. It was followed by a series of smaller after-tremors—less intense but equally satisfying—filling her cold, rigid frame with warmth, light, a sense of well-being.
Thea had no idea how long she lay there, Tony’s hands on her, in her, drawing out her demons and replacing them with the quiet glow of submission, of safety, of peace.
The shudders had left her body, and she was only dimly aware of his fingers stroking her breasts as he released the clamps on her nipples, then the brisk rubbing of his palms on the sensitive nubs to dissipate the sharp pain as the blood rushed back. All the time his soft voice seemed to surround her, his words muffled but offering encouragement, approval, admiration.
She mewled a little as a soft blanket fell over her tender shoulders and back. His hands under her body raised her from the bench, turned her, then lifted her. She relaxed into Tony's arms as he murmured words into her ear, words she hardly registered as she snuggled into him.
Tony set her down on a sofa in the aftercare lounge, then settled beside her. Thea crawled into his arms, the blanket still wrapped around her as she began to shiver. Tony pulled it tighter, tucking in the edges.
“Do you need another blanket? A warm drink?”
She nodded, grateful for his close attention. “Tea please, in a minute.”
She was vaguely aware of Tony summoning one of the wait staff and ordering a pot of tea, glad he could manage to do so without relaxing his embrace. She needed this