I brought the paddle down, not hard, just a tap to get her used to the sensation. She gasped but didn't pull away.
"Again," Kellan said, moving to her head so he could watch her face.
I struck again, harder this time. Her skin bloomed where the leather connected.
"How does that feel?" I asked.
"Good. I can handle more."
"Can you?" I increased the force, and she moaned out, a sound that was equal parts pain and pleasure.
We worked her slowly. Building intensity with each strike. Her ass turned from blush to red, and her breathing became ragged.
"Yes!" she gasped. "I need more, please."
"You think you're ready for the studded side?" I asked.
"Yes. Please."
I flipped the paddle and brought it down, still controlled, but the studs added a bite that made her cry out.
"Color?"
"Green. God, green. Don't stop."
Kellan's hand fisted in her hair, turning her face so he could see her properly. "You like pain, sweetheart?"
"I didn't think I would, but…" Another strike cut off her words. "yes. Yes, I like it."
"Then let's see how much you can take."
I increased the intensity, each strike landing with precision. The studs left temporary indentations in her skin, marks that would fade but for now proclaimed exactly what was happening to her.
She was sobbing now, tears streaming down her face, her whole body shaking. But she never safeworded. Never even went yellow.
"Please," she whimpered. "Please, I need to–"
"What do you need?" I asked, delivering another strike.
"I need to come. I need—oh god?—"
"Come from this?" Kellan's eyes darkened. "From the pain alone?"
"Yes. Please. Just a few more. I'm so close."
I looked at him. “You believe this?” I mouthed.
Only one way to find out. I struck her three more times in rapid succession, hard enough to make her scream, precise enough to land in exactly the same spot. And she came.
Her whole body went rigid, her wrists straining against the cuffs as the orgasm tore through her. She cried out, loud, raw, broken, and I watched in fascination as she fell apart from nothing but pain and submission. When she finally went limp, she was sobbing.
I released her wrists immediately and gathered her against my chest. "I've got you. You're okay. You did so well."
"That was…" She couldn't finish, still shaking.
"Incredible," Kellan finished, his hand stroking her hair. "You're incredible."
She turned her face into my chest and just breathed for a long moment.
