Page 33 of Fear and Desire

“No.” She shook her head. “No. I’m not doing this anymore!” She folded her arms around her body and curled over as she shook her head back and forth. Her voice was little more than a whisper. “No.”

There could only be one outcome of this situation, and it would not be what she wanted. But she couldn’t stop herself.

The noise in the room ceased as everyone else turned to look at her. The tension was thick, everyone waiting to see what happened next, and dreading it.

“All right,” he said. “I won’t cane your breasts until you ask me to.”

It took a moment for the words to register, and then she looked up at him through her tears. “You won’t?”

“No.” Something hard and glittery shone in Dan’s eyes, and she should have sensed something wasn’t right. “But what youwilldo now is walk yourself over to that wall, face it, and reach up to grab the chains.”

Don’t do it!But her momentary courage was rapidly fading away. She turned and walked like a condemned woman to the wall, where she stood, hands still crossed over her front, leaning her forehead against the cool concrete.

He made no move to force her to reach up. The silence stretched out as the entire room waited.

To do what he’d ordered, to reach her arms up without being forced, was to make herself vulnerable. To tacitly give permission to him, or anyone, to do anything they wished. If only someone would grab her and yank her arms over her head, because then she could struggle and scream. But he demanded that she offer herself willingly.

Still, the silence stretched on. He was going to out-wait her. He was going to stand behind her and make no move until she obeyed, reached up to the chains, and offered her body willingly for whatever punishment he had in mind.

Why was there a throbbing between her legs?

She finally straightened up. Inch by inch, her hands crept up the wall. Her terror and the heat in her pussy both increased as her arms rose. By the time she stood on tiptoes and had grasped the chains, she was almost hyperventilating. The ache had become an itching, burning need that confused her.

Suddenly, Dan was at her back, his strong warmth pressing into her bare skin. He hooked her cuffs to the chains.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

She whimpered.

Her hyperventilating only increased as he stroked her sides. He reached around to her front, to her breasts now crushed against the wall, and ran his fingers lightly over her nipples. She gasped. The nipples puckered up into impossibly hard, long peaks, and her head dropped backwards in bliss onto his shoulder. She was alight with both fear and desire, and the two blended together to make her weak.

He reached down between her legs, and without conscious thought, she parted them. He dove two fingers up into her slickness.

“Wow,” he murmured as he removed them, the juices slurping. He licked his fingers. “Mmmm.”

He pushed himself away, and she twisted around to watch him walk to the wall. To her horror, he selected another cane. He tested it in the air as he walked back towards her. The ‘swoosh’ noise made her stomach clench.

“Face to the wall,” he ordered.

“No, please,” she whispered. It wasn’t courage this time that made her refuse; it was terror.

“Face to the wall,” he repeated.

She turned, pressing her face into one of her up-stretched arms, and braced. She heard the cane slice through the air a second before it landed on her butt, leaving behind a knife of fire.

“Ahhh!” She bounced on her feet to shake off the pain.

The cane whistled again, and the fire landed on the back of her thighs.

This time, she screamed. The pain was so much worse on her tightly stretched muscles than on the plush softness of her bottom. Her dancing did nothing to help.

The cane landed again, between the previous two lines, right where her butt met her thighs. Her scream rose higher, and she twisted in a frenzy.

“Please!” she wailed, “please! I’m sorry! Please!”

He ignored her as the thin wooden stick landed again and again. She shrieked out her apologies and begged him to stop.

And then it dawned on her. He’d told her he would only cane her breasts when she asked for it, so unless she asked for it, this would never stop.

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