Page 45 of The Dom

“Yes, Mr. Lexington.” He glanced at me, and I winked at him. “Do you have something special in mind?”

The expression on his face was answer enough.

This was going to be interesting.

Nate had a playroom. The bed was as large as the one in his guestroom, though not as big as the one in his bedroom, and it definitely had some specialty attachments. Attachments that made it easier to restrain me in all sorts of different ways. High posts on each corner. Leather restraints and metal rings at various points on each post.

He had one of those giant Xs too. A St. Andrew’s cross, or something like that. More leather restraints hung from the large piece. The same on the bench against the other wall. There was a chest of drawers over there too. I assumed there were all sorts of toys in it, but at the moment, I was more concerned with the items on the wall above it.

A flogger with what appeared to be soft leather strips. A thin, flexible piece of wood. A whip. A couple different-sized paddles that appeared to be made out of wood. A leather strap about an inch wide.

Nate’s attention was on these things as well, and I waited to see what he’d choose. He was stripped down to his boxer-briefs, and I took the opportunity to admire his firm ass while I waited. It was better than thinking about how I was standing next to one of the bedposts, stark-naked, my hands stretched over my head, wrists tied by either end of a soft cotton strip of cloth that was threaded through the metal ring near the top of the post.

We’d been two blocks from his place when he’d turned on the vibrator again, leaving it on this time until he’d handed his keys off to a valet. Only then had he turned it off, but I’d still needed him to help me make it to the elevator, my legs trembling from the nearly nonstop orgasm I’d had for half a block.

In fact, they still felt a little shaky.

Everything between my legs was throbbing, and we hadn’t even really started yet. I wondered what he’d do if I passed out like this.

“I’m trying to decide,” Nate interrupted my thoughts, “if I want to see what your ass looks like with thin red stripes or if I want to turn both those pretty cheeks into something hot pink.”

I had no idea what to hope he chose.

He reached up and plucked the cane from the wall. My stomach flipped as he swung it, and it whistled as it cut through the air. He wasn’t going to hit me that hard, I knew, but it still made my breathing quicken.

“You were amazing tonight,” Nate said as he turned toward me. “So, we’ll start with five, and if you can handle that like a good girl, it’ll stay with just those five.”

My mind spun for a second before I managed to get a question out. “What do I have to do to be a good girl?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Smart question.”

He came over to stand next to me, reaching out to slide the braid I’d made across his palm. His hand moved to my breast next, fingers teasing my nipple into a tight point as he made me wait for an answer to my smart question. I moaned as he pinched it lightly, sending a shiver through me.

“After each swat, say thank you, Mr. Lexington and nothing else.” He leaned down, putting his mouth next to my ear. “Five times. If you can do that, I’ll fuck you.”

“And if I can’t?”

He bit my earlobe. “Then we’ll try for five more.”

Fuck.

He stepped back, disappearing from my line of sight. I closed my eyes and tried not to tense. This was going to hurt, but Nate would make me feel good. I had absolutely no doubt about that. It’d just hurt worse if I was tense.

The first strike caught me off-guard, and I barely managed to hold back a yelp. I sucked in a breath and then spoke, my voice shaky. “Thank you, Mr. Lexington.”

The sting was sharper than it had been when he’d used his hand, but it wasn’t over as large of an area either. The second strike made me flinch, but it was no worse than the first, just on the other side.

“Thank you, Mr. Lexington.”

I could handle this. It wasn’t too bad.

And then number three landed across the first one, and it was all I could do not to make a sound. The place where the two crossed felt like I’d been stung…except more. Sharp pain mingled with a deeper, hot throbbing.

“Thank you, Mr. Lexington.” My voice wasn’t entirely even, but it didn’t break.

I wasn’t so sure I’d do as well on the last two.

The sound the cane made as it cut through the air made it worse, I decided. Knowing what was coming made my muscles automatically tense up, and when that fourth stroke met the second, my nails dug into my palms in my effort not to yell.

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