Chapter 1
Pain seared across
Shay’s back in a hot, stinging wave that emanated outward from where the
flogger lashed her; if this was what being a submissive was like, she wasn’t at
all sure that she enjoyed it. But no,
she wanted this, was determined to see out the experience. She gritted her teeth, barely containing the
cry of pain that threatened to escape her lips.
Shay had
fantasized for most of her adult life about exploring the world of kink, and at
twenty-eight she had finally plucked up the courage to venture to the one BDSM
club in Charlotte: Tempest. And here she
had met the Dom who was currently beating the tar out of her. Although she was now beginning to suspect
that Bobby was more of a sadist. Surely
a flogger wasn’t supposed to hurt this much?
She had told him it was her first time.
Maybe she just had a low pain tolerance?
The lash raked
across her ass, leaving lines of fire in its wake. This time she couldn’t hold back her
strangled cry. Instinctively, she tugged
at the restraints around her wrists that held her firmly down over the spanking
bench. This was getting to be too
much. The promises she had made to
herself about sticking it out began to waver as tears pricked at the corners of
her eyes.
“Stop,” she said,
struggling to keep her voice even and controlled. But the flogger’s stinging kiss made contact
with her sensitive thigh. “Stop!” She said more loudly, desperation lacing her
tone now. Another burning blow across
her ass. Panic began to rise in her
throat. Was he really not going to
stop? She jerked more wildly at the
cuffs that held her in place, locking her in her vulnerable position. She suddenly, starkly, realized her own
powerlessness. Only the loss of control
didn’t bring her the pleasurable rush that she had hoped for; all she felt was
a growing terror.
Tears were rolling
down her cheeks now. “Please!” The word came out as almost a scream as the
lash came down on her thigh again, merciless and unrelenting. Panic engulfed her. Was no one going to help her? Couldn’t they see that she was truly in pain? Oh god, when would it stop? Surely he had to stop soon...
She squeezed her
eyes shut in dread as she heard the flogger whooshing through the air once
again. But somehow, mercifully, there
was no answering line of fire on her skin.
A deep, accented
voice came from behind her. “I’m not
usually one to interrupt a scene, but I believe the lady wants you to stop.”
Shay nearly sobbed
in relief, the sound almost drowning out Bobby’s reply: “Well, you are
interrupting,” he snapped.
“No! Please,” she interjected quickly. “I want to stop.” She tried to crane her neck back to look at
her tormentor and her savior, but her restraints prevented her from seeing
them. Please, she thought desperately.
Please listen to me. She forced her tone to harden. “I may be a submissive, but I do have rights.”
“We’re not
finished-” Began Bobby’s cruel voice.
“Do you want to
use your safe word, sub?” The stranger
cut across him.
“Safe word?” Shay asked.
She had heard of those, but Bobby hadn’t discussed them with her.
The accented voice
let out a low curse. When he spoke, his
voice was tight, the anger in his tone carefully controlled. “You mean to tell me,” he said coldly to
Bobby, “that you did not discuss safe words before play? I’m assuming that she’s a new submissive if
she doesn’t know about them. Were you
aware of this?”
There was an
uncomfortable pause from Bobby before he finally answered. “Yes.
But how was I to know that she didn’t know about safe words?” He said defensively.
Her savior let out
a low growl. “You always discuss safe words before a scene. Any idiot knows that.” His voice turned soft, dangerous. “Now, I suggest you leave and never come back
to this club. I will be reporting you
for this.”
“But-” Bobby began.
“Now!” He barked, his tone brooking no
argument. Shay shivered slightly at the
power of it.
She jumped as
gentle hands touched her wrist, the cuff around it tightening momentarily
before it was unbuckled. For some reason
that she couldn’t quite identify, she glanced away from her savior before she
could see him. Keeping her eyes on the
floor, a pair of polished black leather boots entered her field of vision as he
circled around the spanking bench to release her other wrist. She let out the breath that she didn’t know
she was holding as relief washed over her; she was free. Then a pair of strong arms were around her
shoulders, turning her onto her back.
“Up you get, sub,”
his tone was warm, gentle. She let out a
squeak of surprise as he hooked an arm under her back and another under her
knees, lifting her up until she was pressed against a hard-muscled chest. Her eyes widened and lifted of
their own accord, finally meeting her savior’s eyes.
All the wind was
knocked out of her as she gazed up at one of the most beautiful men she had
ever seen. His midnight-black hair waved
down around his face to his strong jawline, the planes of his face were
masculine and angular, and dark stubble covered his jaw, giving him ruggedly
attractive looks. And his eyes: a
bright, mesmerizing bottle-green. A
small, sexy smile was playing around his full lips. Shay’s mouth watered and she felt a sudden
urge to lightly sink her teeth into that lower lip. She licked her own lips unconsciously, and
something in his eyes darkened in a way that made her stomach flutter.
*****
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