Page 44 of Good Girl

I take the opportunity to start warming her up and swat her ass hard enough to make her jump. “Words, baby girl. I need words.”

The quiver is back. “S-sorry, Daddy. Yes, please, show me what you are going to use on me once you have me restrained and at your mercy.”

My cock thickens so quickly that I’m almost lightheaded.

Shifting movement from the side of the room lets me know that she isn’t only affecting me. The question, though, is this real or is this fake?

Is this all an act to get her gift at the end of the weekend, or is this a piece of the girl that makes up Emery? Something in between, perhaps?

The only noise in the apartment is the heavy bass that keeps the room loaded with tension as I guide her toward the area we’ve dubbed the Wall of Torment. All the floggers, whips, canes, paddles, and more that a masochistic sub hates to love.

And I’m a master wielder of each and every one.

The wall is black and made up of pegboard, allowing me to place hooks wherever I find convenient. It is currently organized from longest tails to the left, shortest in the center, and then to the right are the firmer toys, like paddles and canes.

When Emery pauses, I stop directly behind her and wrap my arms around her, my forearms below her breasts.

“This is the Wall of Torment. For this scene, I’ll be using some of the more…” I search for a word that will accurately describe a thud over a sting and come up short. So, instead, I pull down a suede twenty-tails. The falls are made up of a mix of black and red, which twine up into a diamond-patterned handle.

I link my fingers with Emery’s and hold both our arms out in front of us, forearms up, and give a flick of the flogger, allowing the tails to kiss against our skin. Fire licks along my arm but settles into a dull sensation. She tenses in my arms just as the light thud registers, and gasps. Slowly, I drag the tails down off our arms before repeating the action, except this time, I whip the tails away, causing more of a sting.

Emery is quiet in my arms, her hand still trapped within mine, but she doesn’t try to take it back. She stares at her forearm, the slightest blush starting to rise on the skin.

“What is that?”

“A suede flogger.”

She looks up at the wall and then down at the tool in my hand. “It doesn’t have any knots on the end.”

“No,” I reply. “This is a…low-intensity flogger. We’ll start here and work our way up in intensity. How does that sound, baby?”

A full body shiver racks her before she answers quietly. “That sounds good, Daddy.”

I wrap our arms around her and give a squeeze. “Good girl. Now, go over to the bench. Your other daddies are going to help me today.”

Emery turns and looks around the room, her eyes widening when she sees the other three, Xavier having joined us in the last few minutes. “They’re going to watch?”

There is a crack in her voice, and I laugh quietly. “No, baby. They aren’t going to watch. They are going to help. Every scene this weekend will have more than one of us involved. We have a lot to share with you, and we want to make sure our time together is well spent.”

Tension fills her again, and I know what my words sound like. We are paying for her time and her body, but it’s tied up in the sweeter package of a sugar baby arrangement. She wouldn’t be here if there was no gift.

And as much as I want to believe this could be more, that’s all it is for this weekend.

I swat her ass gently and send her toward the others, who are standing by the bench. All of us are bare chested, in jeans, and commando. This is our usual for scenes, even when we attend Obsession. It’s a point of difference between us and the other dominants at the club.

Honestly, I don’t understand how they can feel comfortable in leather and harnesses. Too much restriction of movement.

As Emery walks away from me, her hair swishes along her lower back. That won’t do.

“Darcy, could you please help Emery with her hair?”

He nods and disappears into her room as Hudson points out where to put her knees and forearms on the bench.

“Place your knee here, and then, just like you are mounting a horse, bring your other leg to the side. We’ll adjust things from there.” He doesn’t give Emery any time to second-guess what’s happening, just tugs on her hand until she is close enough to the bench that he can cup her knee and put it where it needs to be.

Xavier watches everything from his resting place against the back of the couch, arms folded across his chest. We discussed hisscene with Emery earlier today. Tomorrow, after lunch, she is going to get a taste of his skill with a blade, and we are going to find out if she likes a slice of pain with her pleasure.

Darcy is back and encourages Emery to sit on the bench, legs straddling either side and that bare cunt pressing into the black leather. She squirms, clearly feeling a little discomfort from the overuse of the tender area in the last few hours.

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