Page 54 of Compulsion

The first tap of the cane draws a yelp from my chest, and it takes me a second to process that the hit isn’t painful. Another tap: a firm, bouncing pressure against my ass. Heat blooms beneath the surface of my skin, a prickling warmth that sinks deep into my tender flesh. The cane is a hard, unyielding rod against my soft body, but he’s using it with deft precision. Each short strike sends a fresh wave of warmth thudding through me, rippling into my core.

He paints my upper thighs with carnal heat, until I’m simmering in lust.

I’m a being of pure sensation, and I lose myself in him. All that exists is his will and the light pain he inflicts, granting me the greatest high I’ve ever known. The pain sparkles like fireworks, crackling through my nervous system. My mind relaxes in a way I’ve never experienced, and all thoughts float away.

“Suffer for me, Abigail.”

His dark command is my only warning. The cane lashes me in the first true, punitive blow. A line of fire blazes across my tender flesh, and I release a shocked cry.

“One,” he intones, and I scramble to process that fact that he’s counting. There will be more.

“Dane…” His name is a tremulous plea. My ass is smarting, and my tight muscles are beginning to strain from maintaining the stress position.

“You lied to me,” he reminds me. “Don’t you want absolution?”

My eyes burn, and my head dips in shame. “Yes.”

He hums his approval. “Four more.”

My next breath hitches on a soft sob, but I nod. I’ll accept whatever he wants to do to me. I want to be his more than I need oxygen, and I will offer myself to him in every way.

Fire lashes my skin, an inch beneath the first strike.

“Breathe,” he reminds me.

I gasp for air, compelled by his will. Euphoria floods my mind as I fully surrender to the sweet rush of pain. A low moan sighs from my lips, and I sag against the restraints around my wrists. The rope bites into my skin, another blissful hit of pain. I’m helpless to resist Dane, but I’m completely safe in his cruel hands.

Another punitive stroke, another line of fire, another rush of white-hot bliss.

I’m no longer certain where pain ends and pleasure begins. The release is nothing short of ecstatic. Tears roll down my cheeks, siphoning my shame in steady streams.

I lied to Dane when I faked my orgasm, but there’s no dishonesty between us now. There’s nowhere to hide when he has me stripped bare and bound in place for punishment.

“Are you sorry?” he asks, and the fourth blow lands.

“Yes!” I confess on a harsh cry.

“You don’t have any secrets from me, Abigail. Never lie to me again.”

“Never.” It’s a fervent promise.

He seals my vow with the final strike, pressing the cane deep into my thighs after the blow lands to imprint a bruise: a mark of forgiveness.

He kisses my cheeks, and when his soft lips finally caress mine, I taste the salt of my tears. His tongue plunders my mouth, laying claim to everything that I am. I relax into his harsh embrace, welcoming him to take all of me: body and soul.

His hands bracket my hips, and he guides me to turn on the spot. The rope above me twists, allowing me to turn but keeping me bound for his dark games.

When I’m facing him, he captures me in his fiery emerald stare. He’s looking at me as though I’m his most precious possession, and the sense of being fully seen and valued draws fresh tears to my eyes. I’m more vulnerable than ever, but Dane will cherish me. He looks at me as though he doesn’t see any flaws, and I’m desperate to keep his rapt attention fixed on me.

My jaw drops when he gets on his knees. His white teeth flash in a wicked grin before he leans in and nips at my black cotton panties. He traps them in a firm bite that grazes my clit, and a burst of pure pleasure wracks my body.

My knees go weak, and his big hands catch me, cupping my ass to hold me steady as he drags my panties down my legs with his teeth.

He’s kneeling before me, but I’m worshippinghim. I’m offering myself as a carnal sacrifice to my dark god.

One hand remains braced beneath my ass while the other tests the wet heat that paints my inner thighs. His intense gaze fixes on my pussy like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen, and my cheeks heat with a mixture of gratification and embarrassment.

I’ve never had a man this close to my sex before. My swollen labia are aching and hot. Each of his even breaths sends a wave of cool air over my sensitized flesh, teasing and tormenting me.

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