17. Chapter 17 #2
“Justin, there’s nothing you can say that would make me think less of you. I understand putting some things into words may be difficult, especially if you feel guilty or ashamed of them, but it’s necessary. Let’s see if I can make things easier for you.”
It’s a matter of seconds to pick a paddle from my selection of spanking tools. I don’t use them often, especially not the more brutal ones, but they’re useful to have around, if only to remind pets that I could be using them. I’m just nice enough not to.
Justin doesn’t need a kind Master now. He needs a strict one, and I’m ready to be that for him.
I let him look at the paddle. “Now, I will spank you until you talk. That gives you an excuse. A reason. You’re tied up, completely at my mercy, and you’ll be in pain.
No one can blame you for submitting, not even you. ”
“I can’t. Please don’t do this.”
“That’s not what I want to hear, pet.”
I take my position behind him, kneading his ass once more before bringing the paddle down on it. Not with full force, but also far from gentle. My cock, already unbearably hard, jerks as Justin cries out, and I absently palm it through my pants.
Justin still isn’t talking. I spank him again, covering his ass and the backs of his thighs with bright red welts. He’s sobbing uncontrollably, and just when I think I’ll have to switch to some more extreme encouragement, his scream stops me.
“Everything! I liked everything, alright?! Just stop, please.”
I set the paddle down and squeeze his abused flesh. “Keep going. I want details.”
“It’s wrong,” Justin whimpers. “So wrong. I liked your mouth on me. On… on my cock,” he hastily adds when I squeeze harder. “I loved it. It has never felt this good with anyone else.”
I preen. I know I’ve got skill, but it’s always nice to hear someone else acknowledge it. “I loved sucking you off. You taste great. Go on. What else did you enjoy?”
The restraints rattle as Justin tries to hide his face in his hands.
I would love to watch his expression right now, but I have a feeling he’s having an easier time admitting all this without me staring him right in the face.
I stay behind him and alternate between kneading his now bright red ass and rubbing my cock through my pants.
“Come on, pet. You’re doing so well. You’ll feel better when you get it all out, trust me. Keep talking.”
Justin lets out a sweet whimper, then words come tumbling out of his mouth so quickly I barely understand him.
“I loved your fingers in my ass. I shouldn’t, because it’s wrong and sinful.
That’s just Bible bullshit, but you’re also evil, and you’re keeping me here against my will.
I should hate you, but I’m so broken I can’t even do that.
You’re so damn nice, and how weird is that?
I despise myself for it, but I loved it when you touched me, and I even liked it when you made me suck your cock, but the worst part is… It’s…”
Still a little taken aback by his passionate admission, I kneel in front of Justin and grab his face so that he can’t look away.
“What’s the worst part, pet?” I thought the worst part for him would be the forced blowjob, but he said he liked that.
What did I make him do that would make him feel worse than that?
“It’s alright,” I encourage him gently. “You can tell me.”
Sighing, Justin closes his eyes and leans into my touch again.
“This,” he whispers, his tone so raw and desperate it sparks pain deep in my chest. “This is the worst. You kidnapped me. You hurt me. You’re going to kill me when you grow bored with me.
I know all that, and I still…” He shakes his head, rubbing his cheek against my palm.
Now I understand. “You feel bad for seeking comfort with me.” I don’t need to hear Justin’s hum of approval to know I’m right. “Who else should you seek comfort from? It’s just you and me now, pet, and I’m here for you.”
“Why do you have to say that?” Justin’s brown eyes bore into mine accusingly. “Why do you have to be like this? I should hate you. I do hate you!” He winces like he expects me to punish him for the blatant lie. I probably should, but now is not the right time.
“You don’t hate me. You think you should, because in your old life, it would be expected of you, but that is no longer your life.
Your life is here, with me, and why shouldn’t you want to make it a happy one?
Who’s going to judge you for that? Your old self?
He’s gone. You’re someone else now, and maybe it would be worth it to rethink some of those old beliefs.
They do you no good. You want to be happy, don’t you?
” I kiss a few tears off his cheek. “I want you to be happy, but it has to come from you. I can only be here for you while you feel your way through that journey. However…” I nip at Justin’s nose, then stand up.
“I can shower you with the benefits of your new life until you understand how happy it will make you. How about a kiss?”
“Yes, please,” Justin answers without thinking, then his splotchy face grows even redder. “I mean…”
His instant agreement opens something fragile inside me. I allow myself to hope. Even if Justin tried to take it back, his instinct was to kiss me, just like he instinctively seeks comfort with me. Maybe Mikhail was right.
“Your wish is my command,” I say, grinning. For once, I don’t care if I’m fooling myself. Whether he’s pretending or not, Justin was good, and he deserves a reward.