Page 16 of The Debt

She just wanted to feel.

Chapter Nine

Tatiana

The dungeon… The Pearl Icon…

Tatiana followed Master Hades into the dungeon with her heart pounding in sync with the dull throb of the music in the background. The room was a modern-day medieval chamber, filled with an array of equipment that sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. Numerous St. Andrew’s Crosses stood tall and imposing against one wall while spanking benches lurked in the shadows nearby. Chains and cuffs dangled from the ceiling, and a variety of impact tools were neatly displayed on shelves. The air was filled with the dull thuds and sharp cracks of scenes already in play, punctuated by moans and cries of both pleasure and pain.

Master Hades guided her through the room, one hand remaining firm and reassuring on the small of her back. They passed a scene where a woman was bound to a whipping post. Her body was crisscrossed with red welts as her Dom circled her with a flogger in his hand. In another corner, a man was secured to a spanking horse, his grunts echoing with each strike of his Mistress’s paddle. Tatiana’s breath hitched as her body responded to the charged atmosphere.

As they reached a slightly raised platform in one corner of the dungeon, Master Hades turned to her. His gaze was dark, intense, yet softened by an undercurrent of tenderness. “You can relax, Venus. Tonight, we’re going to enjoy an erotic spanking.” His voice was a deep rumble that cut through the noise of the room.

Tatiana nodded, but her feet remained rooted. It wasn’t fear that held her captive but the tumult of emotions that battled within her. She was a fortress, yet Master Hades had breached her walls before, and she feared he could do it again.

“You’re trembling, little one,” he observed. His eyes softened. “What’s troubling you?”

“Suddenly, I’m not sure I’m ready for this, Sir,” she admitted. Her voice was strong but with a huskiness that portrayed her inner thoughts. “I feel... You make me vulnerable, and if I’m honest, that scares me.”

He cupped her chin and tilted her head up to meet his gaze. “I already said this. Vulnerability is not a weakness, Venus. It’s a strength. It takes courage to expose oneself, to let someone in.” His thumb brushed gently against her cheek. “You trusted me before. Trust me now. I won’t push you beyond your boundaries.”

She drew a deep breath, her eyes fluttering closed briefly as she centered herself. “It’s not my physical boundaries I’m worried about,” she muttered softly.

“You showed me the last time we scened just how strong you are emotionally, Venus. That’s what drew me to you then and has me begging at your feet once more.”

She opened her eyes and looked at him in surprise at the admission.

“Reach into that well of strength now, little one.”

His words soothed her troubled mind and helped her to find resolve. “Yes, Sir,” she responded in a steady, confident voice.

He sat down in a massive, spot-lit wingback chair. Immediately, his presence dominated the space. “Please remove your dress.”

Tatiana wasn’t fazed by the request, and she quickly undressed. She was proud of her body, and being naked at the club was the one place where she didn’t feel self-conscious about baring herself.

“Beautiful,” he praised as his eyes darkened while traveling over her body. “Just as I remember. Now, face down, over my lap, my pet,” he commanded in a firm yet gentle voice.

Again, Tatiana obeyed. She pulled in her breath as the leather of his pants felt cool against her bare stomach. The warmth of his touch seeped into her skin as he rested his hand on her buttocks.

“Have you ever been spanked by bare hand, Venus? Truly spanked by an experienced Dom?” he asked colloquially.

“I’ve had many spankings before, Sir, but mostly with impact tools. Never like this,” she replied. Her voice hitched slightly as his hand began to rub lazy circles over her buttocks.

“Then you’re in for a treat, my pet. A bare-hand spanking is intimate and sensual. It’s about more than just the impact; it’s about the connection.” His hand lifted, and Tatiana tensed as she anticipated the first strike.

Crack.

The slap was sharp, and the sting was swiftly followed by a rush of heat.

“Ohh!” she gasped as her body jerked in surprise.

“Hmm, perfect,” he rasped as he traced the line where her buttocks met her thighs. “Each strike will create a vibration, a ripple that will course through you, building pleasure and pain in equal measure.”

Crack.

“Ohh,” she moaned as her body immediately responded, and her clit throbbed with each strike. He spanked her methodically, each slap interspersed with caresses that drove the heat deeper into her muscles. She could feel her defenses crumbling, her walls shaking with each strike of his hand.

The room faded away as the sounds of other scenes dulled to a distant murmur. All that existed was her and Master Hades, the rhythm of his hand against her flesh and the heat that bloomed and spread. She was adrift, lost in sensation. Soon, her body was no longer her own… he owned every inch of it.

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