ask if she’s okay, but it’s not how I work. And because the man inside me used to routine and control has given so much up for Eve at this point, I stick to my habits. Picking up the feather, I tickle it down her body and back up the insides of her legs. Using it around her nipples, I begin to arouse her, and with each little whimper or shiver in her body, she is happily in a trance.
Normally, I would use the rattan cane next, but I save this for a specific part of this scene. I pull her from her binds, scooping her up in my arms, and position her on the punishing bench. I’ve wanted to redden her sweet ass for three weeks. Honestly, I can’t think of anything that will challenge her more or bring me joy. Bringing the rattan cane back, I land one carefully on the globes of her rear, and immediately, her body tenses. I give her thirty seconds to say her safe word, and when she doesn’t, I spank her again. Her body becomes rigid again. Giving her another thirty seconds, I repeat this action.
After five spankings, my palms touch her ass with the attempt to soothe her pain, but her back arches and the muscles in her rear become tight. I’d known with the last lash we were done for the night with this demonstration. She deserves to be loved and cared for. Afterward, I’ll share my visions for our future together. I only want her. No one will ever take her place in my heart.
Carrying her from the bench to the bed, I set her up against the headboard. Pulling a water from the mini fridge next to me and a piece of chocolate from my nightstand, I give it to her. “Here, Kitten, I need you to have a little sip.” Taking a quick drink, it doesn’t go unnoticed that she has yet to look me in the eyes. Pulling the wrapper off the Kit Kat, I place it at her lips, and she opens. I pull back the sheets, bringing her body against mine and peppering kisses down her back. This time, she’s rigid in my touch, and I wait for her to relax. This never comes.
I move her down the bed, turning her over to her belly. Straddling her, I begin to work the muscles of her back in a light massage, but her entire body continues to stay rigid underneath me.
“Kitten, I can’t leave you alone, not yet. After care is just as important as the scene itself.” She’s shutting down on me. This hasn’t gone the way I’d wanted it to, and I know the turning point had been the last strike to her ass.
I warn her, a stern tone delivering the curt words. “You didn’t say your safe word, Kitten. If you don’t, I know I can continue. I need to trust you will speak up if…”
Nothing leaves her mouth, and I move to the side, pulling her back into me. “Kitten, I need you to use your words.” And when nothing comes, I surround her little body in my embrace. When her breathing levels out after twenty minutes, I leave her in the bed and change into my clothes. When she wakes, I’ll be here for her. Maybe then we can discuss what’s going through her mind.
My brain can’t be calmed. I receive a message from Gio that one of our VIPs has arrived, so I lean over, kiss her on the cheek, and leave a note before shutting the door behind me.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Eve
When the door latches, I know he’s gone. His presence is too big not to be sensed. I had faked sleep. All he needed was my breathing to change, and when it had, he relaxed his legs next to mine, his fingers circling my back. All I want is time to myself, a self-reflection of sorts so I can think.
What I just experienced was the pee-wee league of BDSM. It had been kid’s play, and more is coming. I know this, but as I think about all the equipment I’d seen around the club, my body begins to shake and not in the way that got me all hot and bothered as seeing it with others had.
This is his life. He will take any independence I have left and strip it from me just as my dad had. I may have very little, but I have me. For the