“Ouch!”
“That’s also not a safe word, Claudia. What do you need to say?”
“It hurts!”
He laughed. “Of course it does. I did tell you I’m a bit of a sadist.”
“A bit?” she pouted, making him chuckle again.
“Ah, you are fun,” he told her before laying the paddle on the table and switching it out for a pair of the slender bamboo canes.
He stepped back and started striking her in a criss-cross pattern over her back, and the flexible bamboo left welts instantly. He paused to scratch at the welts with his short nails, drawing gasps from her, making her squirm, then he went back to it.
They were falling into synch now, so that even when he changed toys, she responded instantly, moving with the same rhythm he was using on her. Her back and her ass were covered in beautifully varied shades of pink, and he didn’t want to mark her any more tonight or she wouldn’t be up for more play in the next few days. But there were other things he could do to her before the night ended.
When he rolled the spiky neuro wheel over her welts, she sighed and moaned in pleasure, then again when he used the fur glove to stroke her sore flesh, dialing her breathing down a bit. When her breathing had calmed and he felt her muscles soften all over, he put the implements down and kissed his way up her spine, and her body surged under his lips. When he reached the back of her neck, she let out a low, sultry moan that went right through him like liquid heat.
He leaned over her and whispered, “Fuck, you’re so damn incredible. Your pretty skin is so hot, and I love leaving my marks all over it. I love that they’ll remind you tomorrow of what we did here tonight.”
“What? Does that mean it’s over?” she asked, her voice holding an edge of panic.
He moved around the spanking bench and knelt in front of her face. With a hand fisted in her hair, he lifted her head to gaze into her eyes. They were like liquid moonlight, gleaming with shades of amber and gold.
“You look like a god damn lioness. That fierce with pleasure. But are you still good to go? Or too far gone to know? No, don’t answer; the question is for me.”
She blinked up at him, smiling dreamily. “Yes, Sir.”
“Oh, yeah, you’re far gone, my lovely. Time to take you out of here.”
“Nooooo,” she protested.
“Oh, yes,” he countered. “Be a good girl and do as I say.”
She let out a huffing breath. “Okay. I mean, yes, Sir.”
“I know, I know,” he said. “You’re in the forever place. And there’s more we can do, but not here, beautiful girl. I’m a man of my word.”
“Ohhhh…”
He unbuckled the cuffs, letting her wrists and ankles loose, and massaged them for a few moments before he helped her to sit upright and lifted her off the spanking bench.
“Here, lean against this while I get a robe for you.”
She did as he said, and he made sure she was steady on her feet before turning to accept a robe from a service submissive, giving her a nod of thanks before helping Claudia slip into the soft silk and guiding her back to the chair.
“Sit,” he ordered, and she did.
He turned to gather his toys, and quickly put everything back in his bag and zipped it up, then went back to her. He squatted down so he could see her face. She was still soft and dreamy, still subspaced. So fucking beautiful.
“Can you walk to the tunnel, Claudia? We’re going back to your apartment.”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.” She got to her feet, and he held on to her. “But, Sir?”
“What is it?”
“Can we go to your place?”
“Why is that?”
