Page 33 of Interview with a Sadist
“Yes,” I answer, my breath shuddering. “I want to learn about it. I want to understand it.”
“You want me to be the one to inflict it on you?”
“Yes … please,” I reply, my voice reduced to a quivering whisper.
Nolan raises an eyebrow as he reaches up and pulls down the straps to my dress, leaving them dangling at my sides while the rest of the material clings to my torso, holding on for dear life. The white turtleneck beneath my pinafore dress still covers my entire upper half, but I don’t want it to. I want him to have access to all of me.
“Say that again,” Nolan commands as he begins pulling the rest of my dress down my waist, crouching until his face is at my crotch and sending waves of heat scattering throughout my body.
With my head aimed up at the ceiling, I repeat, “Please.”
“Yes,” he whispers, just as the rest of my dress falls to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my turtleneck, black panties, and heels. I lift one leg at a time to step out of the dress, and when I raise each foot, Nolan removes my heels. Just as I think he’s about to take off everything else and expose me completely, he stands up. “Don’t move.”
“Okay,” I answer, and Nolan’s eyes flash red hot as he glares at me, but he doesn’t say anything. It’s as if he is unhappy with my response, but instead of reacting, he walks over to the fancy cabinet in the corner of the room and opens the doors.
I watch as he reaches inside and carefully extracts a flogger with a black handle and red tails. From here, I can see that the many tails on the flogger are fairly short, maybe eighteen inches at most, and they look soft, but I know that can’t be right. I eye the toy closely as Nolan also pulls out a black wand vibrator and walks back to me.
“Come with me,” he says, holding out a hand. I wrap my fingers around his palm and allow the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met to escort me back over to the couch, where he lays the flogger and vibrator on the table next to my recorder.
“Kneel on the couch,” he says, his voice commanding and lustful.
“But … my underwear. Should I take them off?” I ask, and he steals the rest of the air in my lungs with a stone-cold look. He doesn’t like being questioned or disobeyed—not when the Dominant sadist is in control. He doesn’t have to say another word. I move forward and kneel on the couch.
“Lean forward … and hold this,” he commands before handing me the black wand vibrator. He plugs it into an outlet next to the couch and comes back to me just as my nerves reach the peak of their excitement and anxiety. “The rules are simple, Bree. You will hold this vibrator against your clit while I flog you. I’m going to talk you through it, but if at any point you want to stop, you simply have to say it.”
“You mean, like, a safe word?” I ask.
“Yes. Do you have one you’d like to use?”
“Umm … no, I can’t come up with one. You choose.”
“Okay. Your …oursafe word will be … goddess. Saying the safe word is like invoking your powers as the submissive. You’re in control—not me. When you say the word goddess, even in a whisper, everything stops. No guilt. No shame. Just support. Do you understand?”
Once again in awe of Nolan, I whisper, “Yes.”
“Good. Your only job now is to breathe,” Nolan says. He moves closer to me and places a hand on my cheek, caressing it gently like a husband supporting his wife through labor. “You’re extremely nervous right now, so your entire body is going to be more sensitive to pain. It’s your fear, and you have to breathe and relax your way through it. I know we don’t know each other well, but you have to trust me. This is what I do, and I’ve got you. You’re safe with me, Bree. We won’t begin until you say so.”
As I look at Nolan sitting next to me with such patience, I wonder if my astonishment is showing on my face. My mind baffles with wild thoughts that bounce around in my skull at random, trying to calculate how a man could possibly be this way. He’s gorgeous, sincere, sweet, and caring, with the added bonus of being able to empathize with me. At the same time, he’s a fucking Dominant who wants to manhandle me. He wants to show me pleasure like I’ve never seen it before. How is it possible for all of this to be rolled up into one man?
Nolan watches me closely, without an ounce of agitation or impatience in his face. He waits for me while I take deep breaths to try to calm my nerves. He raises an eyebrow and smirks after I briefly close my eyes and open them again. His calm, controlled demeanor helps me rein in my fears, and before I know it, I’m prepared to start.
“Okay,” I say. “I’m ready.”
Nolan licks his lips. “Okay. Take a deep breath.”
I suck in a breath as he reaches over and grabs the cord to the wand, and just as I release it, He flicks the switch, sending powerful vibrations through the machine. It rattles my hand, buzzing quietly in my grasp, and he places his hand on the wand and guides it up for me, pressing it directly on my panties, where it vibrates my clit perfectly.
“Oh, god,” I whisper, my eyes closing on their own.
Too focused on my own pleasure, I don’t hear the moment he gets up from the couch. All I hear is the low hum of the wand and my own ecstasy-laced thoughts about how good it feels. When I finally open my eyes and realize he’s gone, I expect to feel the sudden sting of the flogger tails crashing against my ass. Instead, what I feel is the soft, gentle caress of the tails being rubbed across my butt from top to bottom.
“This is what they feel like,” Nolan says from behind me. Admittedly, it’s hard to listen with the wand still massaging my clit, but I manage. “The tails on this particular flogger are made of suede. I hope you imagined they’d feel hard and rough, so that you can learn not to listen to your fear when it is created by the unknown. Just because you’ve never felt it before doesn’t mean you need to be afraid of it. Close your eyes and focus on both sensations—the wand on your clit, and the tails on your perfect, flawless ass.”
Nolan pauses a moment, continuing to rub the tails of the flogger across my skin while I masturbate with the wand. The combination of the suede and wand feels incredible already, and I immediately have no regrets about taking this leap.
“Now take another deep breath,” Nolan commands.
I suck in air, and as I’m releasing it, I’m jolted by the sudden slap of the flogger. Now it’s my turn to pause. I freeze to let my thoughts collect, and I realize … it didn’t hurt. At least not that particular slap. It stung a bit, but it didn’thurt. I … think it felt …good.
