Page 116 of Hushed

He dropped the cane on the bed and moved to the nightstand to pull out the wand.

“You don’t want to put a condom on it?”

He frowned. “Why the fuck would I do that? I have no intention of using it on anyone else ever again. I’m not sure you fully understand, Kenz. You’re it for me.”

Her eyes grew wider, but she didn’t argue, merely took the toy and laid back, letting her legs fall open.

When she touched it to her clit, she groaned and her eyes fluttered shut. Someday he would make her do this while looking him in the eye, but he was already pushing her outside her comfort zone, so he stood over her and watched as she pleasured her soaking pussy.

A loud moan escaped her, right as he heard the door to the gym open. Fuck. Reggie was coming back.

He leaned over and placed the cane in her mouth.

“Clamp down on that and don’t make a fucking sound. If your brother hears us, I’ll blister that bottom the second you’re healed enough to take it.”

The wicked threat seemed to fuel her, and she bit down on the cane as she played with her pussy.

Less than two minutes later, she was convulsing and moaning quietly as an orgasm took over.

“Such a good girl. But I think you’re going to be mad at me in a minute,” he confessed as he pulled the cane from her mouth.

“Why?” she whispered as he kicked her legs wider.

“Because you’re about to take five on your pussy and the way you experience pain changes drastically right after an orgasm. This is going to hurt, pet. But it’s going to teach me a lot about your pain tolerance. So, you’re going to be a good girl and not lie to me if it’s too much, right?”

She nodded frantically. “Yes, Sir. I’ll be honest.”

“Good girl. We’ll make this quick, but I’ll put enough space in between for you to safeword if you need to. And again. Quiet.”

It was cruel of him not to let her cry out, but she would hate having her brother hear. A smart man would have stopped as soon as he heard the door. But they were too deep into this, and when it came to Kenzie, he wasn’t always a smart man.

He knelt between her legs at the foot of the bed so he could get the cane at the right angle. Her pussy still leaked from her arousal, and he resisted the urge to lean in and lick her clean.

With precision that came from years of practice, he lined the tip of the cane up and flicked it quickly enough to make a stinging impact and leave a red line on the side of her labia.

Her mouth fell open in shock and tears pricked her eyes as she reached down to feel the welt. A delayed moan of pain left her lips.

“No touching, naughty girl. Reach up and grip the bedspread over your head. Can you handle another?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

Aiming carefully, he laid a second stripe on the opposite side, and she bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out. His competitive, stubborn girl was trying so hard.

A tear rolled down her cheek, and he almost set the cane down and kissed it away. But she opened her eyes and nodded at him to continue.

“Why do you want me to keep going?”

She exhaled slowly as she thought of her answer. “It’s… grounding to take what you want to give me. And even though I just came, it’s turning me on again.”

“Good girl. The first two were on either side of your pussy. Where do you think my next one is about to go?”

She gasped but answered. “Down the center?”

He nodded. “Bingo. And just so you’re prepared, the tip and most of the impact will be directly on your clit if my aim is right.”

“Fuck,” she breathed.

“It’s not too late to safeword.”

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