Chapter 34
POLANCO
Adria’s stomach had clenched that morning when Kaydon’s sleeve rode up as he reached for the coffee pot. There it was. A fresh, angry, red mark.
Now, watching his face blanch as she called him out, her fingernails dug into her own palms. Self-harm needed therapy, internal work—all luxuries they didn’t have. For now, she would have to help Kaydon the only way she knew how.
Kaydon followed her down the hallway, and Adria felt something she didn’t normally feel before a play session.
Nervous.
Adria tried not to be too hard on herself. Bryson had known that Kaydon was self-harming, but she hadn’t. It was a failing on her part, but Adria knew in the future she was going to do better.
The past few weeks, they had been in triage mode. Attempting to staunch the bleeding.
Escape.
But now that they had some breathing room, Adria needed to pay better attention.
Turning to face him, she crossed her arms on her chest. Heels stamping onto the floor as she stared him down.
“Close the door,” she said.
He complied without hesitation. She ordered him to take off his clothes and kneel at her feet.
When he was in position, Adria ran her fingers through his soft hair. Enjoying the feeling of him leaning into her.
“Show me your arms,” she said.
“It was just an accident,” he said, pulling his arms into his body.
Adria just waited.
Finally, he relented, displaying his arms in front of him.
There they were. The new red marks.
It broke her that her Mr. Sunshine was hurting so badly that he was resorting to self-harm.
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” he said. “They’re just on the surface.”
Adria retrieved the bag of supplies that she had collected from the estate. It was amazing how many household items could be turned into BDSM implements.
She ran a single fingernail along the top of his shoulders. “And when ‘just the surface’ no longer offers you adequate release?” Adria asked, already knowing the answer.
He looked up at her, his eyes lost.
“Stand up.”
Digging into the bag, she pulled out a pile of clothespins and a reel of twine.
“Show me your arms,” she said.
Reluctantly, he brought his forearms into view.
Adria counted the marks, twenty-one.
Two more than yesterday.
“Lay down on the bed. Hands above your head.”
Kaydon lay down, and Adria used the scarves she had found to secure each limb to the four-post bed.
Standing over him, heels on, she said, “I thought about gagging you, but I need you to be able to talk to me. I trust you can take your punishment without making too much noise.”
“Whatever you need, Mistress. I can take it.”
I deserve it. Adria could hear the guilt in his voice. She was sure he felt guilty for whatever had happened to Bryson, and the fact that he felt responsible was tearing him apart.
She counted twenty-one clothes pins, dropping each one on the bed next to him.
She straddled his chest, and showed him the clips. “Played with these before?” she asked.
He shook his head. “No, Mistress.”
She felt a wicked smile grow on her face, and the sadist in her moved to the surface. He was going to suffer for her today.
Adria put her hair up in a tight bun and moved herself down on his torso. Pressing her face close to his shaft, she heard him gasp when she licked the length of him.
Tasting his tip, Adria enjoyed the pre-cum that was already dripping for her.
“You will not come,” she said before she took him into her mouth.
She didn’t remember the last time she had willingly put a man’s cock in her mouth. But with Kaydon, it didn’t feel foreign or unnatural. Adria enjoyed feeling him inside her.
She wasn’t able to take him as deep into her as Seth or Bryson could, but she still felt him trembling under her.
She sucked the length of him, twirling her tongue along his tip before stopping her tease.
“Adria, that was one of the hottest things that has ever happened to me,” Kaydon said, his voice hoarse.
She ran her tongue along her red lips and shifted her weight, grabbing two clothes pins.
Adria leaned across him, pressing her pelvis against his shaft and took his right nipple into her mouth.
Sucking, she ran her tongue along its rim.
When she felt the tender bud tighten under her, she threaded the twine through the clothes pin and clamped it over his now hard nipple.
Kaydon bit down on his bottom lip, but otherwise didn’t make a sound.
She did the same with the left nipple. And then she made her way down his abdomen. Pinching his flesh along the way. When she got to his pelvis, she took a turn and put two devilish clamps on his inner thigh.
“Know where I’m going next, handsome?” she asked.
Kaydon looked down, and his eyes widened.
Pinching the flesh behind his balls, Adria was satisfied when she heard Kaydon squeak.
Two clamps on his taint, she moved to the other thigh and lower.
When all twenty-one clamps adorned his body, each one attached by a long thread of twine, Adria stood at the foot of the bed, admiring her handiwork.
She regretted that she didn’t have her vibrator.
“Each of these clamps represents a time that you were in pain and didn’t come to me or your brothers,” she said, putting pressure on one of the clamps behind his balls.
Kaydon jumped from the discomfort.
“You will find that I am more than capable of giving you all the pain you desire,” she said, pinching the other clamp.
She sat on the bed. “You are not responsible for what happened to Bryson.”
Kaydon shook his head. “Yes, I am.”
Adria twisted the clamp on his right nipple. Kaydon scrunched his eyes shut. “Fuck, Adria.”
She twisted the other, and he squirmed under her.
“Let’s try this again. You are not responsible for what happened to Bryson.”
He opened his mouth to oppose her, but she was ready. Shoving three fingers down his throat, she felt him convulse under her, gagging.
Tears in his eyes, she pressed into the back of his throat until she felt him relax. She removed her hand and trailed her wet fingers down his torso, teasing every clamp on the way. Moving her hand past his taint, she curled her finger under him until she felt his entrance.
Fingers wet from his spit, she pressed into his hole. Not hard enough to enter him, but just enough that his pelvis lifted off the mattress, trying to grant her access.
“You’re going to come with me in all your holes,” she said.
Kaydon moaned.
“But I’ll edge you all night if I have to,” she said, pressing her pointer finger into him. Entering him to the first knuckle.
Just a taste.
“You are not responsible for what happened to Bryson.”
They did that dance for almost fifteen minutes. Her insisting he wasn’t responsible and him insisting he was. Kaydon was so close to the edge, Adria was surprised he hadn’t come by accident.
In her bag she found the spatula she had grabbed from the kitchen.
The object gave a soft whistle with each swing, before connecting with his inner thigh just below the clamps. Ten times she struck the same spot before moving to the other side. Kaydon broke out into a sweat and she saw his legs strain, trying to protect themselves.
“Whose are you?” she said.
“Yours,” he said without hesitation.
“Then why are you fighting me?” she asked.
His eyes pinched shut. “Because you weren’t there. You didn’t see him.”
Adria wrapped her hand around his shaft, rewarding him. Her hand moved up and down along the length of him. She said, “Give it to me, Kaydon.”
He shook his head, and she stopped immediately.
“Color?” she asked.
“Green,” he ground out.
“Liar,” she said, grabbing the thread attached to the last clothes pin. With one sharp tug the entire line of clamps came ripping off his flesh.
Kaydon yelled into the room, his entire form shaking. Adria watched as white liquid poured from his cock.
She watched his broad form shake from the enormity of the orgasm.
Grabbing his chin, she forced him to look at her as she pinched his now tender nipple with the other hand.
He ground his teeth together.
“Color,” she said. “And this time it better be the truth.”
His breathing was ragged under her.
“Yellow,” he whispered.
“Good boy,” she said, kissing him.
His tongue was hot against hers and she let him take the reins. As much as he could with his arms and legs tied.
When she pulled away, she was breathless. Standing, she took off her now soaked underwear.
“Open,” she said, bunching the fabric and shoving it into his mouth.
She watched his pupils dilate when he registered her taste.
“See what you do to me, stallion,” she said.
His arms pulled at the scarves, and for a second, she thought he might rip them in half.
Untying his legs, she said, “Roll on to your stomach, knees under you.”
She watched as Kaydon, panties in his mouth, he followed her command, arms twisting above his head. With his knees curled under him, she had a perfect view of his ass.
“It seems your punishment continues, stallion, as you refuse to give me what I am asking for.”
Pressing her face into him, she probed his entrance with her tongue. Kaydon jumped on the bed like she had electrocuted him. She continued to taste him until she felt his erection growing. When she was satisfied with his level of arousal, she stopped.
Grabbing her spatula, Adria proceeded to paddle him until his ass went from a soft pink to a vibrant red.
Kaydon’s face was pressed into the mattress, his shoulders stiff. Adria pushed her finger into his mouth, fishing the panties out.
“He tried to put on a brave face, but whatever happened in that room with Regan, it was breaking him. I could see it. I’m sure you can see it. He isn’t the same,” Kaydon cried into the room. “It’s my fault.”
The sound of defeat in Kaydon’s voice forced Adria to move. He was so close. So close to the truth, but he couldn’t see it yet.
Moving to her bag, she grabbed the last item. Icy Hot.
She dispensed a small amount onto her finger, the minty scent filling the room.
Pressing her finger into his rim, she lathered the Icy Hot along his entrance. It wouldn’t be long before its hot and cold properties would cause pain to shoot into him.
Adria moved behind Kaydon, pressing her thumb into his newly lubed ass-hole. Fucking him with only her thumb, she kept up a steady rhythm.
“What could you have done differently?”
“Hmmm?”
Kaydon shook under her.
“Answer me,” she said, still fucking him.
“I—” he stopped. Adria pulled her thumb out and added more Icy Hot.
“Fuck, Adria, that hurts.”
“The answer is nothing. You couldn’t have done anything different,” she said, pushing her thumb into him once again.
His ass clenched around her. The pleasure she was providing would be mixing with the pain from the Icy Hot irritant.
She was careful when fucking him not to put too much pressure on his prostate. Instead, she was able to tease him until he was panting under her.
“I know just how to use you and not allow your body to come. I can bring you just to the brink, and with my fingers inside you, I’ll know just when to stop.”
Adria edged him. Stopping occasionally to paddle him with her spatula. Some of the red on his ass gave way to deep purples.
“Please, Mistress, please let me come,” Kaydon begged under her.
Adria pressed three fingers into him. “You haven’t given me all of it, sub.”
Kaydon cried out into the room when she added a fourth finger, his canal was pulsing around her, he was so close.
She pulled her hand free.
“Fuck, fuck,” he ground out.
His balls were tight, and Adria could see his body straining against the lack of release.
“We were locked in cages. Separated. But every day, someone came and got him. Every day, he came back with new marks. Every mark was like a knife marking me. Marks I could feel but couldn’t see.
I would have rather been stabbed repeatedly, would have rather had bamboo shoved under my fingernails, then see any additional marks on his body. ”
Tears ran down Kaydon’s face.
“Tell me,” Adria said, softly.
“They got worse. Small injuries turned into big ones. And then burns and some I couldn’t even tell what they were from. He wouldn’t talk to me, talk to us. He just kept it inside. Kept me out.”
“He shut you out to protect you,” Adria said, knowing the truth.
Kaydon shook his head. “He doesn’t trust me anymore.”
“He loves you,” Adria said. “A blind person could see it. You are more than enough for him, more than enough for me.”
Kaydon sobbed into the bed.
“He wasn’t pulling away. He was protecting you,” Adria said.
“How can you know that?” Kaydon said, hitting her with tear-filled eyes.
“Because it’s the truth.”
Adria looked up at the sound of Bryson’s voice, and Kaydon flinched.
Bryson moved to Kaydon’s side, pulling Kaydon’s face to look at him. Adria watched him lavish Kaydon with kisses.
Adria undid the bounds around his wrists and said, “Kaydon, on your back.”
She watched him turn and noticed that Bryson’s hands never left Kaydon’s body.