Page 59 of His Captive Pet

She kept her head up after getting an initial look around, watching his ass as he moved through the space. When she’d seen him walk out of that office with the coiled whip around his naked chest, she’d nearly wet herself. His jaw had been so tight, his chest seemed even more tense than usual, and his abs, the rippling of his muscles even seemed to tighten more. But once he was close, when she could smell him, feel him near her, the fear at seeing him stalking toward her dissipated.

His back muscles moved with each step. His ass doing the same drew her attention to how sexy the man walking her on a leash across the dungeon floor was and she didn’t hear him call her to a stop.

“I said stop, Aubree.” He shot her a look of amusement over his shoulder when she bumped into his calf.

Okay, maybe he was a tiny bit arrogant. He seemed to know exactly what had distracted her. He dropped her leash and went about dumping his bag on a small table near the cross.

He didn’t pull anything out of the bag. Blake left it sitting on the table and turned back to her, fondling the handle of that damn whip. She’d seen a single-tail used before during a demo session. The woman had walked away with angry red welts all over her ass and her back. If she hadn’t looked so deliriously happy, Aubree would have worried. But Aubree had little to no real experience with it, and Blake seemed ready to pull that whip from around his neck and get started.

Her breath hitched. She couldn’t. It would be too much.

“Calm down, Aubree.” He placed a hand on her head then looped a finger through the ring of her collar. With a pinch of gentleness, he pulled her to her feet and undid the leash, letting it fall to the black carpeting beneath them.

“Blake.” She eyed the whip again.

“Trust me, sweetheart. Trust me to give you what you can take and not a single lash more.”

She swallowed. Hadn’t he already proven that he knew where her boundary was, where she could teeter and not lose herself?

“Sometimes the worst part is in your head. Not the lick of the whip. Not the burn of the cane. But your fear that holds you back, makes you tense, and makes you try to block out what you want, what you need. It’s only when you give into that, when you let yourself fall into my care, into my hands, that you will find real freedom.”

She nodded. What else was there to say, or to do? She could cry off. Her safeword would be respected. She knew that.

She trusted that.

She trusted him.

“Come over to the cross.” He picked up her hand and led her to the wood beams. Her ass facing the room, while she looked through the crossbeams at the paneling of the wall behind them. With great care, he lifted each hand over her head and wrapped a leather band around her wrist and secured her to the ring on the cross. Then he moved to her feet, gently tapping her ankles until she had spread her legs as far as he wished and secured those as well.

Then he was gone. The cool air of a large fan blowing swept across her naked back, sending a shiver through her. She looked over her shoulder trying to find him, but she couldn’t see him. She looked over her other shoulder, still he wasn’t there.

“Looking for me?” He popped up in front of her, his grinning face peered at her through the crossbeams. “I don’t want you to look behind you. Keep your eyes forward. No looking. I have a blindfold, but I don’t want to use it. I want you to obey me. To trust what I’m going to do is as much for your pleasure as mine.”

“You’re going to hurt me,” she muttered, hoping she didn’t sound as pouty as she felt.

“And you’re going to love it, sweetheart.”

Several bobby pins appeared in front of her face. “For your hair. Then we’ll get started.” He patted the whip as though it were some trusty friend he wanted to come out and play with them. She took a steadying breath and closed her eyes. It would be easier not to look at him, if her eyes were simply closed.

He moved around her, lifting her hair and coiling it into some form of a messy bun and the pins were shoved in this way and that. He put her back on display. Was he going to use that awful thing on her back? Would he leave scars? She’d be a bloody mess if he wasn’t careful.

Once her hair was completely out of the way, his fingertips brushed along her shoulder blades, down her spine, and across the top of her ass. He pinched her hip, tapped the bottom curve of her ass cheek, and stepped back from her.

“You can always use your colors, Aubree. Even if I wanted to be a cruel bastard, the dungeon monitors will come marching over if you scream out red. So, no worries on that score, yes?”

She nodded, unable to make her mouth work. Her tongue weighed too much, her throat already dry, and he hadn’t even started yet. But she could imagine what he looked like. That whip no longer coiled around his neck but in his hand. The tip dragged across the floor, waiting to bite into her flesh, to make her scream out. He said there would be pleasure, that she would enjoy everything he did, but she couldn’t see how it could. He was going to flay her alive.

Other cries rang out from behind her, but Aubree didn’t look. There wouldn’t be a need. She’d be making her own screams in a moment.

A sudden crack jolted her body, and she waited for the searing pain to register.

None came.

Another loud snap, closer to her than the first, but still nothing touched her. She closed her eyes, tilting her head to the side, trying to find where it came from. Where was he standing? When would the leather beast strike her skin?

The crack of the whip sent a short breeze over her face, still no agonizing pain. She pulled down on her restraints, wiggled her ankles in the cuffs. Another shattering of sound, closer, another wisp of air blew across her body. Louder and louder the crackle of the whip’s edge became. Sometimes near her ear, sometimes lower toward her ass. The little breeze telling her exactly where the tip of the whip would touch her if he moved just a hair closer, moved just enough to draw a welt from her skin.

Tension took over her body. Her thighs shivered trying to keep her steady, while the sounds continued to rain down around her. Faster they came, so close she smelled the leather.

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