Tender Mercies - By Kitty Thomas Page 0,61
to decide how to handle your fears over the branding.”
He picked up the cane and brought it hard across her ass. He smiled as she shrieked and jumped, the tears flowing faster down her cheeks.
“Tell me you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry Master.”
“After each stroke of the cane, I want you to say: ‘I’m sorry I lied, Master. Thank you for teaching me.’ ”
“How many?”
“Until I think the lesson has been driven home.”
The welts he laid on her ass came down in beautiful, perfect lines. The music of her screams and the obediently repeated verbal offerings drove him into a frenzy. When he’d marked the whole of her ass, he moved down her legs, then took advantage of the spreader bar to give her a few sharp raps on the inside of each thigh. That elicited several pained howls.
Finally, when she was shaking so hard he knew it was only the hook and the heels that left her upright, he put the cane down and stepped back, admiring his work.
“Well, kitten, you survived your first physical punishment. If you behave like the good girl I know you can be, these types of visits to the dungeon will be rare.”
Grace flinched as he ran his fingertips over the heated welts. Then he got down on his knees behind her and trailed his tongue over each of them, causing her to shiver. He fingered her wet slit and tongued her, lapping at the liquid dripping from her pussy. Before she could come, he stood and pressed himself against her back, his lips grazing her ear.
“If I let you down, are you going to be a good little whore for me?”
“Yes, Master.” She let out a pained hiss as she pressed her ass against him.
He chuckled. “Already forgetting the welts I just left on you?”
“N-No, Master.”
His hands came around to her front, kneading her breasts and tweaking her nipples into hard little points. Then came the nipple clamps. Her crying had stopped until he put the clamps on, then the sobbing came back. It seemed half was in response to sensory overload and half was in anticipation of what might be coming next.
He unlocked the cuffs and took the spreader bar away and removed her from the hook. “Go get on the spanking horse.”
She whimpered at the order, but she went, too scared to defy him with so many cane welts lining her ass and no unmarked spaces left for him to hit. He hadn’t bothered to untie her wrists yet. She struggled up onto the spanking horse, straddled it, and allowed her bound arms to fall over the top end of the bench.
He flipped the switch and smiled at the way she bucked against the vibrations, grinding her hot little cunt against the vinyl, trying to come.
“Pace yourself, kitten.” He had no intention of letting her have a quick come and roll over to sleep. He intended to use her until dinnertime, which was still another hour away.
As she rocked and rubbed against the bench, Asher massaged lube into her ass, finger-fucking her tight hole. He wasn’t sure which she liked more, having something in her ass or having her clit vibrated. After a few minutes of her lovely begging, he replaced his fingers with a narrow glass toy, working it in and out of her.
“Please . . .”
“Please, what?”
“Fuck my ass.”
“You’ve got fresh welts, kitten. If I fuck you, my body pounding against them will hurt.” Those words only made her wetter.
“Master, please.”
He laughed. “Well, you can’t say I wasn’t trying to be merciful.”
He stopped teasing, lubed his cock, and seated himself fully inside her. She whimpered and writhed as he started moving. Her head was turned to one side, and he watched the confused play of emotions across her face. The feeling of his fullness inside her ass, the pain of the welts being repeatedly bumped, the intense pleasure of the vibrations as each thrust pushed her thighs apart more and caused her clit to make harder contact with the padded bench.
“Come, kitten, and I’ll empty inside you.”
She let out a guttural moan and obeyed.
Eleven
Months passed, and Asher finally put Darcy behind him. She would always hold a piece of his heart, but she was his past. Grace had continued to flourish under his care. Her nightmares had ceased, and it didn’t seem that her former master haunted her anymore.
After the day at the brander’s office, He’d feared he’d lose his progress with her, but the brief and unsettling exchange hadn’t managed to