Page 17 of Good Girl

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Cadence

Iwant to scream my denial at him. Tell him he’s fucked in the head if he thinks I’ll love him back after he’s kidnapped me and taken away my independence. But I can’t. The words refuse to leave my lips and before I can respond he takes my mouth in a painful kiss that inflames every part of me.

We’ve never kissed before. I wouldn’t allow it and he seemed fine with my refusal. Had I known he could kiss like this, I might have changed that rule.

My nipples peak against his chest, grazing his hair. Pleasure sizzles through me from top to bottom. I stand on my toes, as much as I can in my restraints, tilt my head and kiss him back, losing myself in the sensation. I can feel the plug pressing against the sensitive tissues of my ass, igniting me from within. I’m wholly turned on. Would probably beg him to take me down and fuck me if I thought there was a remote possibility he’d do it.

He breaks the kiss and steps away from me. His eyes don’t leave mine as he backs away and heads toward the cabinet. A piece of furniture I’m becoming rapidly and intimately aware of. He dips toward the bottom drawer and comes up with a handful of clothespins. My lips quirk and I almost laugh, momentarily forgetting my situation. He grins boyishly.

Vin has been wanting to use clothespins on me for awhile. I wouldn’t let him. Though curious, I was too afraid of the pain. Or more accurately, the loss of control that kind of pain can cause. He walks back toward me and lifts a pin for me to see. I watch warily as he opens it and drops his hand to the most obvious part of my body. My nipples.

“You’re going to want to breathe in here, Cadence. Then let the breath out slow and steady as I close the pin.” His eyes are shining and I don’t have the heart to deny him. Even though I’m pretty sure this is going to hurt like a motherfucker, I nod and bite my lip, readying myself for the intense squeeze.

I’m not wrong. As the pin closes over my nipple, squishing it flat, pain shoots through my breast and tension swirls in my belly. I take deep, long breaths, trying to breathe until the intensity subsides. I must have been breathing too fast, because suddenly his face is in front of mine and he’s breathing with me, slowing me down. When the pain starts to settle out into a dull ache my breathing returns to normal and he nods, stepping back.

I jerk against my bonds as he holds the next pin up. Now I know exactly how much this is going to hurt. He closes the next pin over my other nipple. Pain rushes through me, but oddly, the first nipple begins to throb. In a good way. I’m breathing in and out, trying not to gasp for air, knowing I am anyway as dizziness washes over me.

“Okay, Cadence?” A question. I know that he would remove the pins if I asked him too. He might have crossed some major lines in the past day, but he doesn’t seem to want to cripple me.

“What’re the other pins for?” My voice is a little thready, but I’m proud of myself for not begging him to take the pins away.

He runs a finger down my cheek and nods, satisfied that I’m giving him the response that he wants. He drops to his knees in front of me and I follow him with my head, watching intently as he first kisses the curve of my belly then clips a pin to the top of my belly button. This one pinches but doesn’t hurt the way my nipples did. Then he adds a clip to my inner thigh. Air hisses through my teeth as I absorb the pinch. He quickly does the other side. Then stands.

I narrow my eyes at him. He still has two left.

He snaps one in front of my face and then moves it to the sensitive fleshy part of my inner arm, which is raised next to my face. He clips them on so they’re facing away from my body. Now these ones fucking hurt. Almost as bad as my nipples had. I grit my teeth and wait the pain out.

“Breathe through it, Cadence.”

“Fuck off, Vin,” I snarl, glaring at him.

“Master,” he reminds me and then snaps his finger against the end of the pin on my breast. I groan as pain and pleasure rush through me.

He lifts an eyebrow and raises his hand to tweak the other side.

“Master!” I give him the word.

He grins and steps back, going toward the wall next to the cabinet. I’m starting to get an idea of what he has planned. He runs his hand over the paddles, crops and floggers. He stops next to the whips and selects one. A long thin leather whip with a gorgeous wooden handle. He hefts it in his hand, testing the weight. Then he turns, all humour gone from his face. His gaze is dark, intense. It promises pain. Pleasure. And everything in between.

My mouth goes dry as he strides back across the room toward me, snapping the whip in the air. My pussy is wet, gushing to please the Master. I open my mouth to ask him what he’s going to do, how many times he’s going to strike me. How long he’ll leave me on the cross. Negotiations. Only this time, negotiations are out the window. Vin doesn’t want a contract. He just wants me, without reservation. He wants all of me, all of my trust.

And I’m starting to realize that I want these things too. I trust him not to hurt me. Not to push me past my limits – even if I don’t necessarily know what those limits are yet. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the next step. The whip cracks through the air and I open my eyes wide as it snakes between my breasts and down my belly, just missing the clip on my bellybutton.

Before I have a chance to process the strike, decide whether it hurt or not, he starts hitting me in earnest, slashing the whip against every part of my bared skin. The tops of my breasts, my upraised arms, my belly, hips and thighs. Even a few smacks against the tops of my feet, the whip wrapping around my ankle for a split second before he pulls it back and goes for another hit. Exhilaration rushes through me as I watch his arm pull back, the muscles rippling down his arm before he lets fly. A tiny bite of pain flashes through me, but nothing awful. Not as bad as the crop and flogger had been. Vin is being incredibly careful with me, making sure I receive the exact taste of pain that I love.

I can feel myself flying as my blood rushes through my veins. My body jerks involuntarily under the strikes as I writhe, subconsciously trying to get away while my mind is wholeheartedly in the moment. I can feel bliss settle over me, and just as I’m about to moan my relief and pleasure he hits one of the clothespins on my thigh, making it snap shut and fly away, bouncing against the floor. Pain rushes through my thigh, sizzling through my soaked pussy.

“Ouch!” I gasp, but before I can cry guacamole, he hits the other side, taking out the clothespin. I shriek and dance on my toes.

I stare wide-eyed with worry, wondering where the next hit will go. I don’t have long to wait. The whip flashes, and I can feel it kiss my arm next to my head. Another pin goes spinning away and blood rushes through the area, shooting pain through my arm, into my armpit, towards my breast. I groan and thrust my breasts out. I know it’s going to hurt like a bitch, but I want that feeling of ecstatic relief as the pins leave my nipples.

“Not yet, baby,” he says, reading my mind.

I open my mouth to respond, but he hits me again, nailing the other side and getting rid of the pin on my other arm. My eyes roll back as sensation floods my body. I lean my head back against the cross and just feel. The combination of pressure, pain and relief is intensely blissful. I’m flying through subspace now.

He strikes the one off my belly button next making me clench my stomach muscles. I gasp as I suddenly remember the plug. My ass grips it hard as sensation rides through me. I can feel the wetness from my pussy coating my thighs. I’m gasping for air and my head is spinning.

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