Page 7 of Dominic

Chapter Six

The crackof Dominic’s belt burned against her skin. But it had moved from the jarring, breath-stealing pain of the first few minutes to the kind that she could now settle into. The heat, the pain, was almost pleasant.

Because it was Dominic. Because he knew exactly what to do to get her to the place where the pain and pleasure melded together. How she’d missed this. Missed the dominance, the pain, the helplessness. Only Dominic had been able to make her feel this way. He’d been the only one she’d ever given her trust to enough to allow him complete and total access to her mind and body.

After she’d… left, after what happened seven years ago, she’d never let anyone close to her in that way again. The very few sexual experiences she’d had since her relationship with Dominic had done nothing but remind her of what she’d lost.

Another blow from him. Another sob from her. Both blows and sobs were coming consistently now, because even though there was pleasure, there was still pain. As he said, he hadn’t gone easy on her.

But neither had he been as cruel as she’d expected. There were ways he could whip her, areas of her body, that could’ve thrown her into agony multiple times over. That would not have been pleasant in any way. Instead he’d focused on her ass and the tops and backs of her thighs. She hadn’t tried to get away or cover herself with her hands. She knew that would just make it worse.

Early on, after just a few strokes, when it became obvious she wouldn’t be able to hold herself the way he’d commanded, ass out with her knees on the cushions and hands on the back of the couch, he’d moved her so her waist rested on the back of the couch. He forced her legs apart so they could hold her weight on the cushions.

Ian had laughed. “Yeah, get that ass up higher. I like to see it all red.”

She’d been humiliated that Ian saw her like this, legs spread, ass and even pussy exposed, but at least she was alive. She would worry about the rest, about what Dominic planned to do to her, after she survived this.

She knew everything was red now. Dominic hadn’t been lying when he’d said she wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably. She wailed at another blow to that tender spot just where her butt met her thighs. The plug was going to be agony after this.

“Five more. Count them, Cassandra.” Dominic’s deep voice dragged her back into the present moment.

Her thighs quivered as he struck the left one. “One.”

The right. “Two.”

A burn across the top of her buttocks. “Three.”

A loud sob broke from her lips as the next found her tender sits area again. “F-four.”

He showed no mercy, striking her again in the same place. Cassandra wailed.

“Do you need more, Cassandra?”

She’d forgotten to count. “No, Sir. Five. Five.” She shuddered, tears running down her cheeks, sobbing breaths heaving in and out. She had no idea how she was going to handle the plug without falling apart.

“Rest on your knees now while I get the plug.” She felt his hands on her waist as he eased her onto the couch cushions. Her knees took the weight gratefully.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl,” he whispered. There was no way Tambour could’ve heard him. He sounded almost proud of her. The same way he had when they’d been together and she’d tried something difficult to please him. Something deep inside her responded. Eased just slightly enough for her to hang on.

A few moments later Dominic was back. “On your hands and knees on the ground, Cassandra.”

She heard Ian laugh and say something but was focused on moving her body rather than his words. Dominic crouched down in front of her face, the plug in his hand.

“Suck this. It’s the only lube you’re going to get.”

He kept his eyes on hers as she took the plug into her mouth, trying to coat it with as much liquid as she could. But they both knew it wasn’t going to be enough. Dominic shook his head.

“It’s your lucky day, Tambour. You’re going to get two shows for the price of one.”

She hissed out a breath when Dominic moved behind her, his hands on her thighs to slide them open. The cool of his fingers felt good against her fiery skin, but she couldn’t help but tense knowing what was coming. Even if Dominic wasn’t trying to hurt her — which she wasn’t sure was true anyway — this was going to hurt like hell.

She felt one of his hands between her shoulders pushing her chest to the ground, leaving her ass in the air. She tensed for the plug but when she felt it, it was against her pussy instead.

She felt one of Dominic’s arms slid around her hips, pulling her back against him, sliding the plug inside her folds. He leaned over her back the way he had so many times when they’d had sex in this position.

“I’m going to fuck you with this and you’re going to come when I tell you to. I don’t care if your ass and thighs hurt from the spanking, I don’t care if you’re tired, I don’t care if you don’t want to come in front of someone else.” He neither whispered the words nor said them loudly enough to make sure Ian heard him. He said it as if he was talking to her and didn’t care if someone else heard or not. “You’re going to come all over this plug with your dripping pussy because I tell you to. Who owns your orgasms, Cassandra?”

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