Page 115 of Hushed

“When can we play like that again?”

“How have I already turned you into a little pain slut?”

She shrugged. “Could be that I’ve always been one, and I needed you to awaken it in me.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Damn right you needed me. You’re not simply a pain slut, Kenzie. Let me be clear. You’re my pain slut. No one else gets to hurt you. Not for pleasure, and certainly not maliciously. Your body is mine to explore. Mine to give pleasure, and mine to hurt. Your tears? Those are mine, too. Don’t ever forget that.”

He bent and kissed her deeply before she could respond. It turned frantic, and she was clawing at the buttons on his shirt in under thirty seconds. But he captured her wrists and raised them until her hands were planted on the back of her head.

“Legs spread, pet. You want me to hurt you?”

She whimpered and nodded. “Yes, Sir. Please.”

“I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared into the closet and pulled out a thin bamboo cane. He’d been planning to introduce the cane to her a little later in their journey because many subs found it too painful. But they’d unearthed her masochism, and he was confident bringing it out now.

“Remember your safeword. This might be more intense than you’re used to. I can’t give your backside the attention it needs, but your perfect tits and the fronts of your thighs are fair game. And if you’re especially naughty, I can give your cunt some attention, too.”

She shuddered but didn’t move her hands or try to close her legs as he gently tapped her pussy with the tip of the cane.

“We don’t have much time, and you have to be quiet, so we’re going to do five on your chest, and five on your thighs. And if you beg me like a good girl, I’ll let you have a taste of it on your pussy.”

Leaning in, he kissed her deeply, to show her this wasn’t a genuine punishment. This was part of their exploration.

He stood to the side and lined the cane up with the top of her breasts, tapping lightly where he intended to lay the first of five thin stripes. Knowing what he did about her pain tolerance, he took a chance that he could hit her hard enough that the marks would stick around for hours after he was done, but the cane often took submissives by surprise, so he held back a bit on the first one.

She sucked in a breath, but otherwise didn’t react as he watched the red welt appear.

“Such a good pain slut. You can clearly take more than that.”

He landed the second stripe right next to the first but increased the intensity behind his swing. This time she yelped, but her hands stayed in place, and she didn’t back away from the pain.

As a reward, he cupped her pussy and dragged a finger through her folds until he got to her clit.

“Always so wet for me. Or is it the pain you’re wet for?”

“Only pain from you makes me this wet,” she whispered.

He pressed himself to her as he dragged the can up and down her backside and captured her mouth in a kiss. “Smart answer, pet.”

The next three he landed on the underside of her breasts, and he delivered them quickly. Her cry of pain flew straight to his cock, and he adjusted himself before he repositioned to take aim at her silky thighs.

By the time he’d laid even stripes down the pale, untouched skin, she was practically dripping.

The sadist in him was roaring to life, and an idea occurred to him.

“How fast do you think you can make yourself come if I’m watching?”

Her breath was ragged as she thought about the answer.

“Ten minutes?”

He looked at the smartwatch on his wrist. “You have five. Lay on the bed and show me how you make yourself come when I’m not around. If you need a toy, I’ve got a clean wand that’s only ever been used with a condom on it.”

“Please. If I have five minutes, I’m going to need some help.”

“Good girl.”

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