25. Chapter 23
Chapter 23
Emery
The first hit of the flogger is similar to the first demonstration Daddy gave me. A thud with barely any weight and a light enough sting that I know it happened. He sets a rhythm, and the impacts become consistent, the skin on my back getting hot.
It doesn’t hurt, exactly. At least, not yet. I have an inkling he is going easy on me right now.
My brain is a little confused about how to feel.
It really likes that I’m tied down, restrained, bound. At their mercy. Which is something that I never fucking thought would be a hot button for me. But then, those lashes will curl around to my ribs and the little bit of zing they leave behind makes me flinch away from the pain.
The two different sensations are pulling at my mind, and I don’t know which way I will fall.
Without warning, fire shoots across my ass cheeks. The rhythm hasn’t changed, but now Daddy is focusing on my ass and thighs and, holy shit, that stings.
I squirm and flinch with every fiery bite of the thin suede strips.
Low intensity, my ass.
He changes up his location again, concentrating on the cheek farthest from him. I grit my teeth and count in my head, figuring that, if he is going after the one side, he’ll probably do the other.
By the time I’m at five, my ass cheek is burning, and I’m sure it’s red. Am I bleeding? Has he raised blood?
There is a slight pause, and I brace, knowing the flogger is going to come down on the other side.
I gasp, my neck arching up as the flogger comes down exactly where I expect it. Except, the very ends of the strands also hit my exposed pussy and asshole, the nerves in that area screaming in shock.
I hear several low chuckles over the music, and Daddy continues on like he isn’t fucking whipping my pussy.
After the five lashes on this side, the pain stops. I suck in breaths and try to relax, only just noticing now that I’ve had my hands curled into fists and my nails have been digging into my palms. Forcing each joint to straighten out causes an ache in my fingers.
My skin is on fire, burning like I’ve grazed the full length of my back, ass, and thighs against concrete.
Just as I start to relax, there is a loud clap, and my body jolts before pain explodes from my ass cheek as a palm spanks the skin. It startles a little scream out of me, and I scrunch my eyes shut as fingers squeeze and knead the heated flesh.
I try to get away, but I’m restrained too well. “Ow, Daddy, that hurts.”
“I know, baby. But I wanted to see my handprint on your ass.” He removes his hand. “And look at that. Nice and pink. Look, Hudson, you can see all five fingers.”
A cool finger traces around the imprint, both soothing and painful at the same time. It starts on the outside of my ass, slowly working its way toward the center, so very close to my pussy. Without thinking, I clench, not ready for one of them to cause any more pain there.
“Aw, look, kitten is trying to close her pussy.”
“No, I—” My words are cut off as someone spanks my pussy.
Spanks. My. Pussy.
“Ow, fuck!” I yell as they do it again. And again. “Ow! Oh, oh…”
The third spank ends with a finger rolling over my clit. My stupid pussy gives a desperate pulse, and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning.
The pleasure is replaced with another spank, and my brain misfires as, again, the spank turns into pleasure. The skin and lips of my pussy feel hot and puffy from the overuse they experienced earlier today. That, combined with the spanking, has the dumb thing feeling very, very confused.
How does this feel good?
I’m panting when the hand disappears, one cheek burning more than the other. Blue and black strands of…suede, maybe, dangle in front of my face.
Wasn’t the flogger red and black?
And are those strands thinner? It also looks like there are less of them.
No one says anything as I stare, then the flogger disappears from view.
I hold my breath, waiting for the fire to return. But it doesn’t. Is it over?
Have they decided to stop?
I let the air out and shout in surprise as that steady rhythm starts up once again. This stings more, with less thud. I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes shut as he works the toy up and down my back, leaving no sliver of skin untouched.
All pleasure has left my body, and I’m floating on a sea of red-hot fire.
I almost sigh a breath of relief as Daddy starts to focus on my ass cheeks, but somehow, it’s more painful on the softer flesh.
“Daddy,” I sob, eyes burning. “Daddy, it hurts. Please stop.”
Daddy ignores me and continues to rain down fire on the backs of my legs. When he keeps the same routine as last time, moving to concentrate on one cheek, I let the sobs free, knowing what is coming.
Five on one side, then…
“Oh,” I moan, the sound hiccupping over the sobs that try to fight through. Just like last time, the ends flick against my pussy, and while I feel the sting, there is also a zing of something good. Something that seems like, maybe, I might like it?
After the five on the second side, the flogger disappears, and I stiffen, waiting for the spank, but it doesn’t come.
My entire body moves with every inhale and exhale, and a sweat has broken out on my neck and forehead. The fire in my back is a low hum, and my eyelids feel heavy.
The bench creaks, and someone shifts behind me, then grips my ass cheeks too tightly. I cry out, but again, they fuck with my head, turning my pained sound into one of pleasure.
“Oh, god,” I moan as a tongue disappears into the entrance of my pussy. It licks in and in and in, never stopping, searching for something.
I feel the fucking moan as my wetness mingles with their saliva.
“There it is, kitten. Give it to me.”
I have no idea what Hudson wants, so I try to just push my pussy against his face, and the sound of approval I get does things to me. My insides feel like outsides, and my brain wants to wave a white flag.
How can I have so much heat and pain hammering at my system, yet feel pleasure because a tongue is buried inside of me?
Cool air ghosts my overheated pussy as Hudson pulls away.
“No,” I moan and am rewarded with a spank to my pussy. I jump and almost cry out, but where I think I should be registering pain, I don’t. Instead, there is heat and sparks of pleasure.
I moan again and thrust my pussy out for more. Another round of chuckles, these a little darker.
“There she is. I think we might have a pain slut on our hands.”
I have no idea who said it, because I’m distracted by a hand in my hair, yanking my head to look up. My neck screams at the angle, and I groan.
“Open your eyes, baby.”
It takes more effort than it should, but I get them open. Everything is a little hazy, but I can make out Daddy.
“Daddy,” I say, but it sounds slurred and kind of fair away.
“Hi, baby.” He smiles down at me, but it’s not a kind smile. It’s a little feral, ragged at the edges, like he is coming undone. Kind of like he wants to eat me alive. “You starting to feel a bit floaty?”
Floaty? Is that what this haziness is?
I try to nod, eyelids drooping shut again. “Yeah. Tired.”
“Need help holding up your head?”
“Yes, please,” I reply, my lips not really feeling connected to my body.
There is a bump and a click before the sound of something being tightened. The entire time, Daddy keeps my head pulled back tightly. Once the noises stop, fingers grip either side of my head and my chin is lowered onto something padded. The padding extends up either side of my face, and when the grip on my hair is released, my face is left smooshed into the cushioned prop. I don’t feel like my face is pointing straight out, but I’m not far off, tilted down to the ground just enough.
“Open your eyes for me one more time, baby.”
I pry my eyes open, the heat starting to turn from the floaty pleasure back to pain.
In front of my face are green and black strands.
I immediately close my eyes, not really caring. I can only assume they are going to up the intensity.
The sound of a zipper being released happens very close to my face, so close that I feel the back of the hand against my lips.
“No teeth, princess.”
Angel.
A thick, blunt head is pressed against my lips, and I open my mouth at the implied order, my chin pressing into the cushion.
Angel doesn’t hold back, just slides right to the back of my throat. I gag, my body trying to bow up against the intrusion, but the first swish of the new flogger synchronizes with his thrust like they choreographed the move. A thousand flecks of pain race up my ribs and across my spine.
Angel removes his dick from my mouth, and I cough and splutter, saliva dripping from my lips as I cry out against the second impact of Daddy’s new toy.
That same damn fucking rhythm starts up again, and he makes sure to move up and down my back, never letting me know where the next hit will be.
When Angel re-enters my mouth, it's only slightly less savage. He grips the back of my head and thrusts in short, sharp motions, nudging the back of my throat, but not pushing down into it.
This flogger hurts.
I don’t know if I can keep going. My brain is not confused right now. This is pain. Almost too much.
A tear burns past my closed eyelids and trickles down my cheek.
I don’t know if I can do this.
I’m going to disappoint them.