Chapter 9 #2
For a second, I think he’s speaking to me, but then the first lash hits my back, and I realize he was talking to the other two.
They flog me, strikes landing just so, as if they’re standing at different angles at my back.
It doesn’t hurt, exactly, but the sting morphs into a hot delicious burn that has me writhing just as much as Gaeton’s mouth does. “Hook,” I gasp.
“Everything they do to you is an extension of me.” He sounds directly in front of me.
He must be standing at Gaeton’s back. “Gaeton’s tongue between your thighs.
” The man in question groans against my skin, and then I feel the back of Hook’s hand touching my inner thigh.
It takes my pleasure-pain drugged brain a moment to understand that he’s got his fingers in the other man’s hair, that he’s using his touch to guide Gaeton’s mouth, urging him up to my clit.
I try to roll my hips, but Gaeton’s got me in too tight a grip. Hook’s laugh goes a little mean. “Everything in this room happens at my whim. That includes your orgasms. Not yet, beautiful girl.”
The strikes against my back pick up, and I can’t hold a whimper down. It feels like my back is on fire. “Please.”
“That’s a start.”
Pleasure winds and winds, the pain buoying it into something beyond comprehension. My toes curl with it. Each exhale comes out more like a sob. I can’t hold my orgasm back. Fuck, I don’t want to. I’m so close, I can feel myself tipping over the edge…
Everything stops.
Gaeton gives my thigh a nip and carefully sets my feet back on the ground.
The flogging stops as suddenly as it started.
I’m left weaving on my toes, half hanging from the bar shackling my wrists.
It’s not comfortable, exactly, but I’m too over sensitized to care.
I gasp in a breath, but the oxygen only makes my brain and body meld into a cascade of sparks. “You fucker.”
“There she is.” Hands unclasp the cuffs around my wrists, and then Hook’s arms are around me.
I’m too out of my mind to question that I know it’s him.
It simply is. He guides me over his broad thighs and carefully places my hands on the floor.
The position leaves my ass in the air, and I already know what’s coming when a paddle descends and pain reverberates through me.
“Holy shit.” This pain play is still on the light end of the spectrum, but it’s a carefully orchestrated dance Hook’s overseeing to keep me on the edge. It’s working.
“Does it hurt, beautiful girl?”
I try to relax into the strikes, but he’s started playing his fingers along my still-smarting back. The sensation is too much. My thoughts scatter like marbles. “Yes. Is that what you want to hear? Yes, you asshole, it hurts.”
He squeezes my ass, right on the spot where the last strike fell. I cry out and writhe, but I can’t begin to say if it’s to get away from his touch or press closer. “I suppose that’s enough for now.”
I frown behind the blindfold. Things feel hazy and indistinct, and I can’t quite focus. “That’s enough?”
“Mmmm.” Another squeeze, and he trails his fingers down to cup my pussy. “Drenched. Tell me a truth, and I’ll reward you.”
I can’t keep up with his jumps in conversation. I don’t know if I’m supposed to, but it’s impossible to stay focused with him touching me like that while my entire body is lit up with remembered pain and pleasure. “Yes?”
His clever fingers barely brush my clit. “Did you pick your safe word with me in mind?”
Some distant part of me demands I lie. I have every intention of following through on it, but when I open my mouth, the truth spills free. “Yes,” I breathe.
His touch stills and I could almost swear that his hand shakes a little as he guides me carefully back to my feet. His thighs bracket me in, steadying me as much as his hands on my hips. “Scream if you must.”
It’s the only warning I get before he releases the first nipple clamp.
Blood rushes back into the denied space, and the pain bows my back and draws a whimper from my lips.
Then Hook’s mouth is there, his tongue soothing and tormenting in turn.
The pain barely fades when he repeats the process with my other nipple.
“One last question before we continue.”
Each Dom has their own style. I’ve mostly seen Hook work from a distance, have only heard the reports from the other subs he’s scened with after the fact, so I’m honestly a little surprised at how verbal he is.
I probably shouldn’t be. He always had a mouth on him, same as me. I lick my lips. “Okay.”
“How many cocks do you want tonight?”
One sentence to strip away the last of my barriers.
I open my mouth, but a whimper escapes instead of words.
Hook strokes my hips, a touch that might soothe if it wasn’t so full of promise.
When I don’t immediately answer, he leans in until his breath brushes my lips.
“I’ll give you a hint, Tink. The number can be between zero and three.
” He chuckles. “If you want more than three, we’ll see what we can do. ”
“Three.” The answer bursts forth with all the grace of a belly flop. “I want three.”
“Greedy girl.” He brushes a kiss across my lips. “Do you trust me?”
No. Not even nearly out of my mind in the middle of a scene. “With my body.”
The barest hesitation. “That will have to do.”