Page 74 of The Sinner's Sanctuary

An identical impact meets the left side. I’m holding my breath, so I let it out before the next strike comes.

And it comes harder, quicker. One side, then the other. Again. Again. “Mmph,” I grunt, but it’s pitched high and sounds like a whimper. A series of softer slaps move up and down each leg. While they make less noise, the skin is thinner, so the sting is worse.

I wish he would say something, but I asked for this, didn’t I? Fewer check-ins? I wanted to focus, but I can’t. I’m terrified for my scrotum. What might happen if he hits me there? I’ll scream. I know I will.

The flogging continues. Hard on my ass, softer on my legs, a cold tickle on my back. After a dozen or so impacts, when I genuinely fear for the next, he runs the smooth handle up and down one inner thigh and then the other, pausing at the apex to apply almost too much pressure to my balls, and each time he does that, it’s like he’s forcing precum out.

It’s stunningly arousing, those moments in the eye of his hurricane. I feel my hole twitching. Opening. The beginning of the end of my grip on control. Drool pools beneath my cheek, and my skin feels hot and cold at the same time.

Random shivers wrack me, and with each one, the restraints pull me back to the bench. When the flogger meets my flayed ass again, the pain is so searing, I find myself reaching for God.Give me strength. Let me be unafraid.

Gibson does not go easy on me. He gives me what I asked for.More.And then more than that. The beating is as predictable as it is ruthless. Even the breaks hurt. I want to scream. I want to cry. Iwant to be a good boy and take my punishment, but as my flesh burns, and my emotions slip past each other with no friction to hold them together, I lose myself.

Every time I hear myself cry out, I feel the failure of my will. God’s firmNo—or His absence entirely. Because why would He behere? Surely if He ever loved me, He’s abandoned my filthy existence now.

The realization brings a fresh wave of loss.Grief.It’s so vast and profound, it alone steals my breath.

The handle presses into my balls, and I sob with the ache as my dick discharges again. I cough, spitting the excess saliva from my mouth. The braids slap my thighs, and I nearly choke. “No—no—fuck—I can’t.”

“Safe word, Christian.”

“No—no.”

For that I get a much harder strike to my ass, straight from the top, straight down the center. I scream. “Oh, God! Fuckinghelp me!” Another sob rips from my chest, and I whimper, “Please help me,” before dissolving into shudders and tears.

A clunk on the floor beside me has me opening my eyes. The flogger.

Gibson’s hands dig into my raw cheeks, and I howl. The next thing I know, my hole is covered in wet heat.

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CHRISTIAN

Isuck in a breath as my balls draw up. His tongue enters me in one, smooth glide, and I jerk against the restraints. “Shit, oh shit, oh shit…”

Gibson’s groan is loud enough to overwhelm the music, and I feel it vibrate inside me—in my gut. His lips suck, and he licks wet stripe after wet stripe from my balls to my hole where each time, his tongue plunges inside, thickening and lengthening until it feels almost impossible for a tongue to be so big.

I’m hypersensitive. Jerking at every new sound, new touch. Anything he does feels like everything all at once. There are his nails in my raw flesh and the unbelievable fullness of his tongue in my hole. This goes on and on. The only thing I can move, my hips—I do, I can’t help it.

It feels dirty and wrong—humiliating, but my body is inviting him deeper and deeper because it’s also so fucking good. My cock is so hard, it hurts worse than anything else.

“Your hole is a slut,” he says before devouring it again. When he takes his next breath, I hear, “I’m so fucking hard, Christian.”

“Please,” I keep begging. “Please.”

“You’re too tight to take me.”

“No,” I insist.

“No? Have you had a cock in this hole?” he asks, giving it another sloppy lick.

“No.”

Something other than his tongue slides in. A finger.

“Oh,God…”

“I could barely fit in your mouth, Christian. I’ll have to wedge myself into this tiny cunt. I’ll tear it apart. You want that?”

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