Page 59 of Pushed

Ice hit my backside, the sharp pain spiked over my skin, sizzling my flesh like hot pins.

A scream tumbled out of my mouth as I jolted. And as the pain quickly dissolved, Machi's face was at my ear. His words were soft and quiet, but riddled with control.

“Shh, Pixie, I'm still here. Just say the magic word if you want me to stop.” The paddle glided up and down my ass as he whispered. “But don't forget, this is all part of the game.”

Game. . .

Whose game—theirs. . . Or his?

A second crack rained down, smacking my ass with the sting of an angry hornet's nest that had been poked one too many times. Screaming again, my nails bit into the rope, cutting between the threads.

Fuck! I don't think I can do this!

My tongue warped into letters, ready to lash out, ready to scream at him and ask him what the fuck he was thinking.

But I held it in. I thought of the girl on the stage, I thought of her face and her moans when the man's strike landed on her skin.

She smiled. . . She enjoyed it. . .

Maybe pain and pleasure can mix, maybe I just have to reach that level where the two feelings blend into one.

The idea gave me strength to keep going, it allowed me the determination to find out for myself what was on the other side of suffering.

“Are you alright?” he asked, massaging my backside with a tender hand. “Don't be afraid to call out, don't force yourself to take more than you can handle. You know the word, all you have to do is say it.”

Thinning my lips, I lifted my head higher, straightening my spine one vertebrae at a time.

“Good girl,” Machi said, positioning the paddle against my ass again. “Now let's give you what you want.”

Slap after slap, he hit me with his wooden hand. Each time it hurt, each swing pulverized my skin into raw meat. But as the numbness set in, a new feeling came through it.

The sting turned into tingles, the sharp twinge turned into electric snaps that rippled over my body.

My screams turned from heavy and soiled into deep, amplified music. Torture was no longer torture, pain was no longer pain.

Pushing my ass out, I dragged my tongue over my bottom lip, hoping Machi was watching. I wanted him to know that I was okay, that I had accepted this experience, giving in when he expected me to crack.

“Fuck, Imperial.” His hard bulge crawled over my hip, taunting me with the cock I couldn't forget. “You're liking this and you want more. You have no idea how much that turns me on.”

Smirking, I pinched my lids tighter, smiling wide with closed eyes. Wiggling my ass side to side, I provoked him, I placated his paddle with sexual arousal.

That was what he wanted, he wanted to test me, he wanted to push me to the edge and see how far I could go. What he didn't expect was for me to take that leap.

I had jumped clear off the edge, allowing the wind to carry me down, and the pain to lift me to another high.

Growling, I heard the metal ping of his zipper and the shuffle of cloth down his legs. Pressing his engorged crown against my lower belly, he swirled the smooth tip around my delicate skin, stroking up and down.

“Is this what you need now?” His teeth nipped at my collarbone, sending chills rippling down though my muscles. “What if I don't give it to you? Would you beg me, would you call out my name and tell me to fuck you?”

Parting my lips, I moaned, rubbing my thighs together. But I still stayed quiet, I didn't answer his questions.

Dipping his fingers between my legs, he pulled them apart, slowly running a single digit through my wet heat. “I don't even need to hear you speak to know what you want.”

I heard his lips suckle his finger as he groaned in satisfaction. “Fuck you taste good.” His tongue licked my throat, forcing me to moan again. “I want more.”

Fingers followed his tongue as he licked down my chest and circled my naval. His knees thumped to the floor as his hair swept over my stomach, tickling my skin.

My fingers ached to run through his hair, to dig in hard and tug at his roots. They groped loose air, they reached and stretched to be on him; catching nothing but wind with every curl and flick.

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