Page 82 of Disciplining Dana

Running the back of his fingers over her cheek, he brushed through the track of wetness glossing her skin, smearing it. He trailed his hand downward along her side, over her rib cage, goosebumps rising in its wake. Coming back up, he cupped her breast, rolling her nipple between a thumb and forefinger. He stopped, then pinched down with slow, steady pressure until he tore another cry out of her. Moving to the opposite side, he repeated the process until she hung taut against the restraints, whimpering.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Dana,” he murmured. “I have no idea how I got so lucky to be with you.”

The praise sent warmth sweeping through her. Her nipples and ass still throbbed, but as the endorphins kicked in, it was less pain that pulsed and more a blanket of pleasure that enveloped her—a desire she willingly yielded to, a yearning that wanted him to do it again and again and again.

Kurt lowered his hand to rub his thumb over her clit in a circular pattern. She let out a soft keen as he did, and a moment later he shifted his hand, slipping a finger inside her.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, sir, yes, sir,” she whimpered.

“Here I am with all these nice toys they gave me, and I haven’t touched a single one. Your pussy’s fucking soaked, and all I’ve done is spank you. But you’re ready to come, aren’t you, Dana? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes!” she hissed. “But… please…”

“Please? Please what?”

“More,” she whispered.

“Ah.” Kurt withdrew his finger and moved to reach inside the bag that lay open beside them.

“Hmm,” he hummed as he rifled through the satchel.

Dana closed her eyes and trembled. A few seconds went by, and he stood back up, anticipation for whatever he’d found making her body tense.

“This should do.”

After a moment’s pause something came to rest at the apex of her spread legs, the cool touch of the object pressed to the heat of her swollen folds.

“Do you know what that is?”

She had a suspicion what it was he’d chosen. The sensation of the material pressing against her wasn’t entirely unfamiliar, a texture she remembered from past sessions. Rather than assume it was the same thing, though, she answered him with a silent shake of her head.

“Ah. Well, no worries; you’re about to find out.”

Another moment of hushed anticipation passed, then a sharp swish snapped through the air before a lance of agony crossed her backside.

She screamed as the crop drew a razor’s edge of fire across her skin. The flat palm of his hand had been a broad swath of pain. This… this was torture condensed to a thin line that concentrated every nerve in her body. She strained against the bindings that held her in place, knew that there would be bruises in the morning from where she’d jerked against them, but in this moment, she felt nothing other than the stripe of torment he’d just inflicted.

Until he created another.

And then another. Dana had thought the chemical rush from his spanking had been powerful, but as the fourth and fifth strike landed, her mind became a sea of chaos, pain building and tumbling until it morphed into something that defied description. She’d asked for more, and Kurt had definitely delivered. The lances crisscrossing her skin had started as anguish but by the tenth they’d become a cocoon of fiery fuzziness that left her teetering on the very edge of subspace.

And then he stopped.

“There you go. There you go,” he murmured. “Good girl. Good girl…”

He came up close to her once more, his hand a caress barely felt over the sun’s-surface heat of her ass.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he whispered into her ear, moving to kiss her neck as she whimpered incomprehensible sounds back at him. Slowly, he moved his hand from the glowing skin of her butt to return between her legs, and she cried out as he pushed two fingers into her, his thumb swirling a pattern over her hood that narrowed her world down to where his hand pleasured her.

“Do you want to come, Dana? Are you ready to come?” he whispered, the words a featherlight stroke against her ear.

She couldn’t speak. The words she wanted to say wouldn’t form. Instead, she communicated her desire in a backward tilt of her head, and that gesture was clearly enough for Kurt to understand.

“Then come.” And he hooked his fingers as deep inside her as he could.

Her world came apart as she orgasmed—an aurora of light and sound and sensation that exploded outward in a scream she felt in every fiber of her being, even though she couldn’t hear it. Though it likely lasted only seconds, for Dana it seemed much longer. When the world around her came back into focus, it was to the sensation of Kurt undoing the leather straps that bound her to the cross. When the last came free, he scooped her into his arms and carried her across the Dungeon. Her body was jelly, the remnants of her orgasm fading on nerves that still jittered. He crossed past other couples at play, the sounds and cries of their own pleasure muted in her ears. As he moved, she tried to form words, but still they wouldn’t come.

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