Page 63 of The Dommes

“Yes!” I flinch the next time she spanks me.

“Do you feel how much it pleases you?”

Yes. Deep beneath the sting, beneath the pain, is excitement. Ira’s brash love has me shuddering, not in fear, but in pleasure. Pleasure. Someone is spanking me, and I… I like it.

Especially when her fingers occasionally dip inside of me, tenderly fucking me until she pulls out and spanks me again.

Oh, fuck. Fuck.

At first, I’m ashamed. I hate how much I like this. I’m not supposed to. Not because I’m a good girl, but because I’m supposed to take power in spanking others. I’ve spanked many people in my life. Watching them shudder, pleading for sexual mercy, is so exquisite. And now here I am, so confused as to why the roles have been switched.

I don’t do this. I don’t submit!

“Tell me you like it, Katie. Tell me you like the pain.”

Blood hits my lips. I didn’t realize I had been chomping on them. “I do…” It hurts so much, yet I can’t bring myself to say the safe word. I want more. More.

I want my ass to burn. I want to feel every sting the world has ever flung at me. In this safe, controlled environment.

I had no idea this was therapy.

“Please! Another!’

The words are out of my mouth. I can’t control them. I want that sting. I want that crippling ache. I want it infused into my blood, to feel her hand hurt me.

I could make this stop, but I don’t want to! I want her to make me bleed!

Only Ira could do this to me. I don’t know how I let her into my head so quickly, but she’s doing it. She’s transforming me into her sub.

I’m so scared… yet so excited.

Give in, Kathleen. Give in to that side of you that she yearns to see. The one that turns her on and makes her fuck you until you can’t even see the stars in the sky.

Although my eyes see darkness, I sense the burning red. It’s my blood boiling. Fighting back the pain. Accepting this cruel punishment for daring to outrun my fears for so long. At some point, they had to catch up to me. Now here they are, manifested in another Domme’s hand.

Fucking. Love. It.

“One more, Mistress,” I whisper. “Please, Ira, one more.”

“Then what?” Her hand hovers above my ass.

My lip is bleeding into her pillow. “And then fuck me, Mistress!”

“I’m not going to just fuck you, Kathleen.” Her fingers graze my ass, reminding me what this is for. “I’m going to tear you apart until you fall so far down off your high horse that you can’t imagine ever climbing back up again. You are my possession now. I own you.”

Smack!

Everything is white. No darkness. The blindfold may bring shadows, but I see hot, white lights as she hits me so hard that my body seethes. Burns. Aches for any touch she’s giving.

My ass barely has time to numb before I feel Ira behind me, settling in between my legs. Her legs are bare. When did she undress?

Shit, her skin feels so good against mine. Even through the pain, my thighs become wetter. I’m ready.

Do it, Ira. Fuck it all out of me.

Pull my hair. Bite the back of my neck. Fill me and get your fill of my body wrapped around yours. I’m yours. I’m yours!

“You don’t know what you do to me, Katie.” She grinds the Avalon against my leg, letting me feel everything about it. I want it. I want it inside of me, even in this position. “Ever since we started this game a few weeks ago, I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you in every way imaginable. I want to share everything I know with you.”

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