Page 37 of The Debt

This scene was the final opus to make her completely vulnerable, completely his. Only then would she get past the resistance that was keeping her from taking that one step… the final step he’d orchestrated… marrying him.

“Come, the Black Pearl Chamber is upstairs.” He led her to the stairs. Tonight would seal his plan. She would be the one to propose the time had come to get married, which was the ultimate achievement he was after. He was the master of this game, and he refused to allow unexpected emotions to derail him.

The Black Pearl Chamber opened before them in a symphony of black, purple, and silver décor. A massive ornate bed dominated one wall, with its headboard curved like a dark pearl. Their footsteps disappeared into thick carpeting as Jarek guided Tatiana into the room.

The equipment stood like silent sentinels around the room—a spanking bench in one corner, a whipping post in another, and a St. Andrew’s cross commanded attention against the far wall. The lighting cast shadows across the various impact tools, hanging in precise arrangements on one of the walls.

Tatiana’s fingers twisted together as she took in the surroundings. “I’ve never been taken to subspace.” Her voice wavered slightly. “Would you explain it again? I know what it is, but…”

Jarek moved to stand before her, offering her his calming presence. “Subspace is a state of complete trust and surrender.” His voice dropped to that deep, soothing Dom tone that always centered her before a scene. “First, your body will respond to the initial sensations. Your breathing will deepen, your muscles will tense and release. Then endorphins will start flooding your system.”

He traced a finger along her jawline. “As the flogging continues, those endorphins combine with adrenaline. Your mind begins to disconnect from everyday concerns. Pain transforms into pleasure. That’s when time becomes fluid. Minutes might feel like hours or seconds, and you’ll float in a dreamlike state.”

Tatiana’s breath caught. “And you’ll keep me safe?”

“Every step of the way, little one,” he assured her. “The repetitive motion and increasing intensity create a natural rhythm that will entice your mind to surrender control completely. Some subs describe it as peaceful darkness, others as floating in warm water. The outside world fades away until there’s only sensation and trust… and me, right there with you, connecting in our souls.”

He gestured toward the St. Andrew’s cross, noting how she unconsciously leaned toward it. “It’s an intimate experience, my pet, and you’ll be completely vulnerable, completely open. That’s why trust between Dom and sub is crucial.”

A tremor ran through her body. “I trust you completely, Master Hades.”

The words struck that unwanted chord in him again. Jarek forced himself to focus on his purpose and pushed the sensation aside. That trust is exactly what he had encouraged, Jarek reminded himself. Each step had been planned, leading to this moment. Still, as he watched her move toward the cross, something uncomfortable stirred beneath his carefully constructed control.

Tatiana stood before the cross with her back toward him. Her breathing was a rhythm of soft, anticipatory gasps.

“Let’s get you out of these,” he drawled as he stepped closer and, with gentle hands, began to undress her. The zipper of her corset whispered down, revealing the smooth expanse of her back. She shivered under his touch as he traced the line of her spine. The corset, followed by the miniskirt, pooled at her feet, leaving her in plain satin panties. Kneeling behind her, he slowly slid them down her legs.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as he placed hot, wet kisses along the inside seam of her thigh. Her gasp sounded strained in the room. Straightening, he guided her to the cross.

“Up you go. Lean against it and let the beams support you.” She complied, and he quickly secured her wrists and ankles with soft leather cuffs attached to the cross. His control was evident in the careful way he ensured her comfort and safety.

Stepping back, he admired her form. Her body was a canvas, ready for the coloring of the flogger.

“We’ll start slowly to ensure your skin is properly heated. I don’t want you to end up with bruises,” he said as he selected his favorite, a black and red braided leather piece. Pressing against her naked back, he whispered into her ear, “Ready, Venus?”

“I’m ready, Master Hades.”

He began to caress her with the flogger by trailing the leather strips lightly over her shoulders, down her back, and across her buttocks. Her skin pebbled under the soft touch as her breath hitched slightly.

“Remember your safe words, Venus,” he said in a deep rumble. “Yellow to slow down, red to stop. Use them if you need to.”

He started slowly, the flogger striking her skin with a soft thud.

“Oh!” Her gasps followed each precise strike, landing with just enough force to warm her skin. He worked methodically, creating a crisscross pattern across her back and buttocks.

“Give me a color, little one,” he said as her breaths deepened and her muscles tensed and released with each impact.

“I’m still green,” she said in a breathy voice.

Watching her closely, he continued to assess every reaction, gasp, and arch of her back.

“Brace yourself, Venus,” he warned as he noticed her skin reddening. “I’m going to increase the intensity now.”

“Ahh! Fuck… Oww!” she cried as the sound of leather on flesh filled the room, a rhythmic symphony that echoed off the walls. The strikes came harder, faster, but never beyond what she could endure. He was meticulous, his control absolute. The red stripes formed an intricate web across her back and buttocks as testament to his skill and her surrender.

Jarek hovered at the edge of Dom space—a place of profound focus and control. Here, he was not just Jarek, the ruthless leader of the Somerville Irish Gang, but Master Hades, a Dominant who wielded power with care and respect. Each strike was a testament to his restraint, each word of encouragement a reminder of his responsibility. He had learned to control not just his actions but every emotion, every decision. This was not about punishment or pain but about trust and surrender.

“You’re doing beautifully, little one,” he murmured in a voice filled with pride. Her body was glistening with sweat, and her head hung forward as she sank deeper into the sensations. He could see the moment she began to drift. Her expression became peaceful as her body relaxed against the cross.

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