“Safeword once again.” He levels me with his stare.
“Lavender, Sir.”
“Good girl. You will receive fifteen lashes. Remember to count, or you’ll be forced to take an extra lash for each one you miss.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“This allows me to assess your tolerance and preference for pain. I require absolute honesty. If it’s too much, you say your safeword.” He starts to pace, letting the cane slap against his hand. “If you feel overwhelmed, you say your safeword. Certain rules are different in training. The main one is, if you have a question, you. Say. Your. Safe. Word. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good, then we’ll begin.”
He walks behind me, my body jolting when his large, warm hand caresses my ass. I try to slow my breathing. This is the moment I’ve been dreaming of for years.
The anticipation is killing me, but I steel myself when his hand disappears and is replaced by the cane. I feel a gentle stroke across my cheeks on display in the thong he made me wear.
Crack!
The cane makes contact with my naked flesh, the sting making me flinch.
“One, Sir.”
He brings it down a second time with more force, setting every nerve ending in my body on fire.
“Two, Sir.”
Again, and again, and again.
“Yes! Five… Sir.” It’s everything I dreamed it would be, the pain straddling the thinly veiled line of pleasure.
I give myself over completely, lost in the moment, lost in him.
Crack!
“Six, Sir.”
“You’re doing so well, little one.” His voice almost pushes me over the edge, so turned on I can feel my arousal start to wet my thighs. I want him more than my next breath, all inhibitions gone. Any inner turmoil eradicated with each strike of his cane.
“Yes… oh God… seven… Daddy!”
His rhythm falters, silence crawling over every inch of my skin as I lay prostrate and shackled.
What have I done?
Chapter 11
PIERCE
What did she just say?
My dick is hard as steel at her address.
“Keep counting,” I force myself to say after a beat.
“Eight, Sir,” she whispers with trepidation.
“No. Say it again.” It comes out more clipped than I intended.