Page 2 of Blossom

Snap—

I hold back a gasp. He’s using a whip this time. Odd. This Dom has only used a whip one other time in a scene with me—the night I experienced one of the most intense orgasms ever.

So I’m down.

Snap. Again. Snap. Again.

The pain. The beautiful, tingling pain. It surges through me, around me, arousing me not just in my pussy but in my tingling nipples, my burning flesh.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

He’s being harsher than usual tonight, but I can handle it. I crave the pain, for it morphs into pleasure as the release I desire surges through me like lightning. I close my eyes, succumb to the pain, the transcendence, the freedom—

Until I gasp.

My skin. It’s broken. I’m bleeding, and—

“Tesla!” I shout.

My safe word. The car I love that I’ll probably never be able to afford.

The first time I’ve had to use it.

But he doesn’t stop.

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!

Tesla! Tesla! Tesla!

But my lips don’t move. My larynx makes no sound. I’m falling, falling, falling…

Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding…

Snap! Snap! Snap!

And—

I jerk upward in bed, my heart thundering against my chest.

The nightmare is always the same. It begins with my last scene at the club—the scene where the Dom went too far. He drew blood, which is a hard limit for me.

But he stopped after my safe word.

Blossom, forgive me.

The words pulse in my mind. He uttered them, and then he took care of me. Cleaned the wound, applied antiseptic, apologized again and again.

I told him it was okay.

And I thought it was.

But then the nightmares began. The nightmares where he keeps going, where he ignores my safe word, and where my lips become glued shut.

I’m helpless.

He keeps whipping me and whipping me and whipping me, and just when I think I’m going to lose consciousness forever—

I wake up.

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