Page 50 of For the Night

Ash extended a half-full water bottle and kept his voice down. “Throw it on her.”

Good idea. It should provide a nice shock to her flushed body.

With a tight grip on the switch, I got ready and approached her a final time. Because this was gonna do it—I was so sure. I knew just how, too.

In a swift movement, I squeezed the bottle and threw the water over her face and upper body, and the second she gasped, I flicked the switch with as much force as my wrist could pack. The strands slapped against the underside of her left arm, and I didn’t stop. I went for every sensitive area, from her underarms and stomach to the insides of her thighs and her feet.

Her mouth was open in a silent scream, and then it finally came. A piercing yet hoarse, choked-out scream that racked her body.

I continued.

She screamed.

I shifted the impact to her tits, right across her nipples, and the scream morphed into sobbing.

There we go, sweetheart.

Waterdrops rolled down her abused flesh, as did tears down her face.

I drew a deep breath, power and control surging within me.

“Give me your color, Nora,” I ordered.

“G-greeeeen!” she wailed brokenly. “God-fucking-dammit, det gör så j-jävla ont!”

In English, please?

“You fucking Sadist!” she sobbed.

That’s better.

I grinned, out of breath, and peered back at Ash.

He nodded once, satisfied.

We’d gotten our answers.

The whole experience was so fucking elating that I hadn’t even begun to process what I was feeling. I was riding a strange high, and it was time to come back down from it.

While Ash did away with the implements we’d used, I focused solely on Nora.

I removed the blindfold first.

“You did so well, baby.” I kissed her tear-streaked cheek and eased my hands along her arms, a silent way of preparing her for the restraints to come off. One by one, I undid the shackles, and her arms fell heavily.

I gathered them around my neck, and Ash was quick to release her ankles.

Nora whimpered and cried, her body trembling against mine, and I decided to change our plans. Aftercare in the cabin would have to come after a shower upstairs.

“Can you meet us back at the cabin?” I asked Ash. “I’m gonna take her upstairs first.”

“Yeah, of course.” He dipped down and pressed a quick kiss to Nora’s temple. “I’ll see you soon, kiddo. You in the mood for cocoa or Coke?”

I wasn’t surprised one bit to discover he’d already quizzed her about aftercare preferences.

“Coke, please,” she cried.

“I’ll get shit sorted. She’ll need some extra energy too,” Ash said.

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