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Another check in the safety category for the mental tally she was keeping about him as a Top.
His hands never came close to straying into inappropriate territory. He traced her ribs around to her sides, but never tried to cop a feel.
The warm-up started in earnest with knuckles dug into the fleshy part of her ass and outer thighs, not very hard, more annoying than anything, but she understood this, too, was to gauge her reaction. She took a deep breath and relaxed as the first trickles of endorphins started to work their way into her system.
It only took him a couple of minutes to step it up, until he was spanking and punching and slapping her body and she gritted her teeth around her ball gag and enjoyed every freaking second of it.
From there he transitioned to implements, again starting light with each one to gauge her reaction.
When she heard the tell-tale crackle of a violet wand, she grinned around the ball gag.
This whole time, Cris said very little, other than to ask her for a color when Landry would say something to him in French. She jerked and twisted against the bite of the violet wand, which he also used inside her thighs but still not approaching the DMZ between her legs.
As she lay there panting during a brief break, Landry himself leaned in and spoke in her other ear. “Was that a good enough warm-up for you, my dear?”
“Huh?”
His throaty chuckle reached her. “Time to step up my game, I suspect.”
Oh…fuck.
She had to yellow a couple of times, and red after the fourth strike from one particular implement, but Landry took her right up to the edge of too much and kept her there. She dove into subspace—finally—and happily surfed the hellish waves of pain Landry inflicted on her body.
Time melted and swirled until he reached the end.
“Four with this one,” Cris said, “and you’re done.”
She nodded and curled her fingers around the edge of the bench.
She didn’t know what the hell Landry hit her with, but it kicked like a goddamned mule and hurt twice as bad. She rose up against the restraints, as far as they’d allow, howling but determined to see it through. Cris moved with her, talking her through it, and said those two magic words.
“Such a good girl.”
Her howls turned to whimpers as she dropped back down and the next strike hit her squarely in the seam between where her ass met her upper thighs. Some sort of cane, but like no fucking cane she’d ever felt before. More howls, but she pressed her forehead against Cris’ shoulder and breathed through it. Just two more.
The fucking sadist laid it against her flesh, waiting. When it lifted, she braced herself for impact, flinching as he did little more than tap it against her.
“Motherfucker,” she muttered, laughing—
Then howling as the last blow nailed her in the same damn spot as number two, even harder.
Landry’s hands caressed her back. “Very good. Excellent. All done.”
She didn’t realize she was crying until she felt Cris dab at her nose and face with a towel. Sobbing.
Snot-sobbing.
They draped her fleece throw around her and she felt them unclip her cuffs from the bench. Two sets of hands gently helped her up and then down again and she recognized Bob’s scent from earlier.
She lay exactly as he had, on her side, back to the room, head in his lap. He held her just as she’d held him as she cried through it. Usually, she wasn’t much of a crier, butdamnit felt good.
“Oh, you’ll want this. She was right. She is a drooler.” Cris sounded amused.
Bob snorted, but didn’t reply. She felt him tuck a towel under her head, between his jeans and her face.
She didn’t know how long she lay there, but as the world slowly swirled back in again and her haze finally eased, she became more aware of voices, the party, the sounds of other people talking.
The unmistakable hum of a vibrator laid over the moan of a woman’s orgasms.
