Page 39 of Stolen Compliance

Taking a breath, I stretch out my neck and try to loosen the tension in my shoulders before getting into position and uncoiling the single tail Dominic handed me. It should be harder than it is to flick the impact toy through the air, muscle memory from hours of practice easily taking over. I don’t strike Luca with it—yet. Standing just out of range, but close enough he can feel the displacement of air, and the anticipation that builds at not knowing what’s coming but sensing that something is. It wasn’t that long ago I was in his position. Being driven out of my mind with the unknown.

Dominic, of course, is all about the edging. So in a break, where I readjust the distance between me and the bunny, he moves to stand in front of Luca. I can’t hear what he whispers in his ear, but the grin he shoots me has me clenching my teeth. It’s full of promise and expectation and fucking temptation.

Luca’s body trembles in his bonds as Dominic pats his hair and then trails his hands down his front. I can’t only imagine the things he’s whispering, the softness of his touch. Almost out of character for the man, but all part of the confusing, sadistic, and controlling package he is.

Trying not to think too much about it, I stop fucking around and make my move. The first bite of the whip across his skin has Luca crying out, his body jerking in his bonds. Dominic is there to soothe him…or taunt him if the smile on his face is any indication.

The red mark across his left shoulder is enticing, and I want to see more, so I go again and again and again, until his back is crisscrossed in red lashes and his skin shines under the lights.

Keeping my breathing focused, I move in even closer, barely noting how Dominic moves out of range now. I focus on striking his ass to give his back a break, grinning at the yelp he lets out. My positioning allows for the tail to not only graze across his ass but wrap around his hip, leaving an angry lash that isn’t going to be fun to sit on. Which, of course, is why I give it some friends.

Before I can start on his other ass cheek, though, Dominic stops me and hands me a new instrument. Still a whip, but this one is worse than the last.

My hard cock shrinks a little as I wrap my fingers around the leather handle of the new whip. I remember the feel of this one quite vividly. The heavy, thick bite that’s meant to hurt…

Luca’s sagging in his chains, his knees buckling under the weight of holding his body up while facing immense pain.

“Stand up, unless you want this to hurt,” I order.

Luca groans but snaps to attention, straightening his body, even if his head hangs heavily between his shoulders.

“Brace yourself,” Dominic warns.

It’s not enough, of course. I know that firsthand.

Luca’s unmarked ass cheek blooms a deep shade of red, and his scream echoes so beautifully in my ears. I don’t have to make so many lashes on this side with this new single tail. The lashes are deep, and the final one overlaps most, cutting into the skin.

Luca sobs, his body trembling.

Meeting Dominic’s eyes, he gives me a nod, and I take a moment to catch my breath before moving around to his front.

Luca peers at me with slightly unfocused brown eyes. Sweat mixes with the tears on his red face. Taking the risk, I reach out and gently smooth my hand over his cheek.

“It’s almost over,” I whisper. “Hold your head up so I don’t catch your face.”

He whimpers but manages to lift his chin and tilt his head back. His strength amazes me, and my cock perks up again. There’s a part of me that’s been buried deep under the pain and fuckery of this life, but standing in front of Luca, seeing how fucking amazing he looks dazed and teetering on the edge of losing himself to the pain…that part of me wants to give him pleasure as well. It wants to reward him for being brave and strong, and it’s a fight to rein myself in.

Forcing myself to relax, I try hard to not look to Dominic for reassurance. I can’t show weakness. Not now, not so close to the end.

Stepping back, but staying in close range for maximum damage, I throw the first strike and bite my lip to smother the moan that wants to escape from seeing blood bloom on Luca’s chest. His scream is weak, voice wrecked from his previous torment, but still so fucking beautiful.

Over and over again I continue his punishment. Though it doesn’t last nearly as long as it did on the backside.

One of his nipples feels the stinging torment, and the way he rocks on his toes, as his torn clothes soak up his sweat and blood, is a heady sensation. And I think I can finally understand the pleasure Dominic gets from tormenting me…

Luca’s fucked-out, tear-filled eyes meet mine, and I offer him the best smile I can. “One more,” I whisper.

He whimpers, and I wonder if he can sense what’s coming. Whether he knows or not, it doesn’t prepare you.

The way the lash curls around his cock, cutting the skin, is a beautiful sight, especially when paired with the way Luca howls in pain.

I step back, disengaging, and swiftly moving around him to put the impact toy away. My breathing is rough, and I feel as if I’m going to vibrate out of my skin, but I go through the motions. At least until Dominic touches my elbow and whispers, “Camera is off.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” I breathe.

Tension leaks out of me, and I shudder.

Dominic’s touch is soft as he holds me a moment. “Easy, Buttercup. It’s okay. You did well.”