Page 12 of Danica's Revenge

Danica laughs cruelly.

“We’re going to make a mess of you today,tesoro.Just you wait.That pretty little head of yours will soon slow down to insular thoughts.”There is nothing empty about her threat.

I gasp, relieved, when she turns the remote off, even though I know that this is only the beginning.

I hear Danica’s heels clink on the floor as she walks to the back of the room.She’s selecting her implement.I secretly hope it’s not the rattan rod—that breaks my skin so quickly.

It isn’t the rod.

I feel the leather strips of the flogger tickle over my back.She’s starting slow…

“You know your safe words, right, darling?Verbal and non-verbal.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“And you know we can stop any time, right?”she confirms like every other time.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good.Now count with me, darling.”

The flogger hits my ass loudly, stinging painfully.The first one is always the biggest shock.

“Count!”Danica demands.

I grit my teeth, hissing the “one” through pursed lips.

“Two” burns even more, falling on top of the first one and cascading into a burning sensation.“Three” numbs out everything while “four” completely empties my mind.By the time we get to “eight” there is nothing in my thoughts except the numbers and the blur of pain, the depth of the feeling as I fall through it.It never ceases to amaze me how such a petite woman can manage lashes with such force, such precision.

A loud growl escapes my throat as Danica turns on the plug again, my circuits confused between the alternating pain and pleasure.She keeps it on for numbers “nine” and “ten,” leaving me so close to the edge that it takes every ounce of energy I have not to spill my seed.

“Such a good boy.What a beautiful sight you are, spread before me like this, so vulnerable,mine…” Danica whispers the last word and I pant with lust.“Does someone want to cum?”She coos patronizingly, momentarily running her fingers over my hardness.

I have no words to answer her, just moans.My desire to cum for her is complete, whole.There is nothing else I want more.

“Not yet,” Danica says, flicking my cock with her forefinger.I know there is pre-cum on her fingers, I can taste it when she shoves them in my mouth moments later.I am literally dripping with desire for her.

For a minute, she just leaves me there, spread and desperate.

“Okay my darling Knight, your time has come.Your patience and obedience will finally be rewarded,” Danica coos upon return.The cold leather slides against my back as she reveals her next choice.I hold my breath.Fuck.It’s the dragon’s tail whip.“Is this what you want?”she asks, sliding the whip down my back and around, gently tapping the tip of my cock with the leather end.My knees buckle but my bound wrists keep me from falling.

“Yes…Miss,” I gasp.

“Such a brave boy…I want you to cum for me darling, cum all over that cross.Are you ready?”She asks and I consent to the cruel torture I know is about to follow.

“I’m ready, Miss…Please,” I beg.

I hardly feel the plug in my ass start up again, because within seconds a painful thud lands on my rear with impeccable accuracy.It stings!It stings so damn much.The pain is blinding.I’m in another world as the second blow rains down.My circuits completely flood as pain and pleasure mix in a single fury of feeling.

“I can’t…” I try to tell her I’m about to cum but I can’t even finish my sentence.

Within seconds my inevitable release explodes, thick pent-up cum spilling all over my stomach, over the cross.Every single nerve-ending in my ass is on fire!But Danica doesn’t stop, no, the vibrating plug keeps vibrating as the next blow of the whip falls on my bum.I know she’s broken skin.Still, I hold onto my safe words.I want more.Everything.The blinding pain blocks it all out.For a moment, complete serene bliss.I don’t even feel the next blow.Nor the plug’s vibrations finally stopping.

“You’re bleeding,” Danica says.I can hear the concern in her voice.

“…fine,” I breathe, the word heavy in my throat.I don’t sound fine.

“Enough!”she demands, putting the whip down.I hear it clattering on the floor.“You never use your safe words.”I know she’s shaking her head disapprovingly.She’s not using her Mommy-voice anymore.

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