Page 60 of Rock Bottom
I tried to think of how to bring it up to her all the way to the teal suite. I still hadn’t figured it when she closed the door behind us, but I sat on the sofa and began.
“The thing about being a sex slave to vampires is… there’s a lot of pain. Whips, canes, and worse.”
Her scent shifted — curiosity laced with something deeper. Something hungry. Her eyes sharpened. “But you said Marco hasn’t been…”
“He hasn’t, but that’s the problem. I went to him to tell him I need pain, and he refused. Said to talk to you.”
She sat back and gave me a look that made me want to go into her head to see what she was thinking, but I didn’t. Silver’s mind is sacrosanct. When the silence continued, I finally said, “I mean, we’re both switches, so there’s no reason we can’t…”
More silence. Her brows pulled together slightly, and she asked, “Just pain? I mean, I know there are masochists who aren’t submissive, but when I’m feeling sadistic, I get all Toppy. I’m not sure I could—”
“Agreed,” I interrupted gently. “I need to be dominated to enjoy the pain. I can’t imagine being still for it when I’m not obliged to.”
She gave a little nod, still thoughtful, and then her expression and scent shifted — cooler, more resolved. His scent bloomed with self-assurance. Confidence.
Dominance.
“Well then, I guess you’ll need to reserve the dungeon or playroom or whatever. You don’t get a safeword with me, for obvious reasons, right?”
I nodded, relief washing through me. He understood what I needed.
“Once we get into the rhythm of me being in charge, you’ll submit to me in my home as well as the playroom here. Possibly my bedroom here, but we’ll have to see how things go.”
“Thank you,” I said softly. “For understanding. For not making it hard to ask.”
“You were supposed to be free after a video call tonight, somewhere around eleven, right? Is the playroom available for you to reserve?”
I pulled my phone from my pocket to check, and nodded.
“Reserve it.” Her voice dropped an octave, taking on an edge of command. “I’ll be your Sir tonight.”
She gave a shy little shrug that didn’t quite match the steel in her tone. “The girl part of me likes being dominated. I can happily submit as a man or a woman, but I’m almost always in boy mode when I feel Toppy.”
The scent of anticipation uncoiled between us, electric and hot. I could feel the shift starting already.
* * * *
Silver
Did I want to start easy and give us places to go, or did I want to go harsh from the start?
The second I asked myself the question, I knew the answer. Julian had told me he needed pain — it’d be cruel to only give him a taste.
The big question, then, was what position did I bind him into at the start? Something I could keep him in for hours, because moving him might be tricky until I was confident in my ability to make him obey. Julian is stronger than me and always will be, so the trick would be to make himwantto obey me.
Needles through his balls. Weights on the needles. I’d ride him, fuck him, and keep his cock rock hard while his balls screamed. I’d horsewhip his back, his ass, his thighs. Cockwhip him. This wasn’t just about hurting him — today would be aboutlearninghim. What worked. What didn’t. What he craved, and how much I could make him beg for it.
Eventually, it would be about withholding what he craves until he pleases me, but tonight would be all about learning what he craves.
Some part of me had always known we’d arrive here, even if I hadn’t consciously realized it. I’d been watching, listening. I knew what works for him:sustained pain. Not just impact, but the kind that settles into the muscles and keeps echoing. The kind he has to live with andendure.
He talked about the whip a great deal when he described his years as a sex slave. I’d seen the glint in his eye, and I was looking forward to using one in ways I’ve never dared with a human. The idea of whipping the skin from his back appealed to me, as did bringing in a member of the flock andallowinghim sustenance, so he could heal when I finished with him.
I texted Marco once Julian was gone, asking for a few minutes of his time. He responded with the name of a flock member who’d be on standby, waiting for my call when it was time to feed Julian. He also let me know the playroom would be available for me to get set up any time after ten o’clock.
Again, it was creepy that Marco knew what I wanted, but I had to admit it simplified things.
Julian had told me from the beginning that, in his mind,pain equals affection.
