The coordinator stepped back, her hands lingering for just a second too long before she retreated.Rex didn’t look at her.His gaze was fixed on Xia, his wife whisperer, aka Angel—a name that tasted like irony on his tongue now.
She stood as he had left her with her wrists and ankles secured to the cross.It was designed in such a way that the sub's entire body, except for the section over her kidneys, was accessible during a flogging.Her body was stretched taut, and her back arched just enough to present her breasts and pussy as offerings.The oil turned her skin into a shimmering artwork.She looked like a precious painting, one worth paying a fortune for.Rex’s fingers twitched at his sides.
He didn’t speak.Not yet.
Instead, he reached for the floggers.Their falls were woven with thin, barbed wire.These specific ones were designed for lower impact, and although they didn’t just sting but tore and left marks that lasted for days, they weren’t as razor sharp as others he owned.He didn’t intend to break Xia’s skin, not tonight anyway, but he sure as hell would pinch it.He tested their weight in his hands and smiled at the way the barbs glinted under the light.
Xia’s breath hitched.
She knew what was coming.
Xia
The CDS Sky Dungeon, GoldenEye Airbus IV...
The first lash was a whisper.
A soft, almost teasing stroke across her shoulders with the barbs barely grazing her skin.She exhaled, her body relaxing fractionally—this wasn’t so bad—but then the second strike came, harder.The barbs bit into her flesh, wrapping around her hip to snap against the softness of her stomach.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped.The third was worse, the ones following, even more so.
Rex was precise.Methodical.He avoided her kidneys, her spine, the places that could do real damage, but everywhere else was fair game—her back, her ass, the backs, and insides of her thighs.Each strike was a brand, a searing line of fire that bloomed across her skin.The barbs dug in just enough to make her flinch, to make her feel every inch of the punishment.
Her breath stuttered as he circled the cross.The floggers came down on the undersides of her breasts, the strips wrapping around her ribs, the barbs catching the sensitive skin just beneath.Her body jerked against the restraints, but there was no escape.The next strike landed directly on her nipples.
“Fuck!”The raw scream tore from deep within.
“Ah, there it is,” he praised.
The pain was white hot, a searing jolt that shot straight to her clit.She bit her lip, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but then—
Another strike.
And another.
Her nipples were on fire, swollen and throbbing as the barbs tugged at the sensitive peaks with every lash.She whimpered, her body trembling as her mind divided between agony and something darker, something hungrier.
Rex didn’t stop.
Instead, he moved lower.
The floggers snapped up between her legs, the strips slapping against her spread pussy, the barbs nipping at the inside of her labia, against her clit, and the sensitive flesh that was already achingly wet.
“Oww..fuck!”she screamed.Her hips buckled wildly, but the cross held her fast.The pain was excruciating, but beneath it—
Lust exploded.
A molten heat pooled in her belly, her clit pulsed in time with the strikes as her body betrayed her, wanting this, needing this, even as her mind begged for mercy.The pain elevated her, sparked the endorphins to a high she had never experienced, and without knowing, she passed into subspace.She didn’t hear her own screams, didn’t see how his eyes evaluated every reaction after a strike, or realize him bringing her back from the edge with calculated strikes, soft, then hard, then soft...
By the time the final strike landed, she was a mess.Tears streamed down her face with snot dripping from her nose.Her body trembled violently.Her skin was on fire, her nipples and pussy throbbed in time with her heartbeat, the pain so intense, it bordered on pleasure.Her thighs were slick with more than just oil—her arousal was impossible to hide, a glistening trail of shame and need.
“Master R...M-Master R...I-I...”she pleaded in a raw, broken voice.
Rex stepped closer, his breath hot against her ear.“Yes, Angel?What is it?”
She swallowed to coat her dry throat.“I’m sorry.I was wrong.I-I won’t do it again.I swear.I’ll never disrespect or humiliate you like that again.”
“Oh, Angel.”His chuckle was dark and amused.“You shouldn’t make promises you won’t be able to keep.”His fingers traced the welts on her back, his touch almost gentle.“But I am proud of you.You took your punishment so well.”
