Page 13 of Rock Bottom
“I had a frenum piercing at the time,” Silver explained, guessing at what I was thinking, “and two of them could be locked onto it. The other has the belt. He had total control over me, and the piercing wasn’t my choice. I took it out when I left him.”
I nodded and looked through the rest of the drawer, which also had some fancy blindfolds, a TENS unit, a violet wand, and a whole variety of gags — ball gags, bit gags, dildo gags — at least a dozen. “I take it gags are one of your kinks?”
He shrugged. “It kind of intensifies a scene, I guess. Blindfolds, too. Stuff to look forward to, right?”
Meaning he didn’t want them for this scene. I had to drop down to my knees to have any hope of seeing into the cabinet below. It held floggers and paddles hanging on hooks, and canes propped in the corner. I chose two paddles and then stood and gathered two pairs of nipple clamps, the suction kit, a curved anal speculum, and a blindfold.
He didn’t argue with anything I picked up, so I asked, “Lube?”
“In my nightstand, along with condoms. Charlie told me what he bought for you.”
“I brought my own, but it’s good you have extra.” The kind that fits the best has to be special ordered. Anything available locally iswaymore snug than it should be.
Just to be safe, I thought I might stick with Silver’s ass tonight, assuming I could work him open enough to take me.
His bedroom was huge, with plenty of room to swing a whip if I put him over the sofa or leaned him over the bed. The space smelled clean, and I only smelled Silver and one other person, a woman. Maybe a cleaning lady? No men, and no sex. It’d been a while since Silver had invited anyone into her sanctuary.
Tonight was just a paddle, so I pointed towards his sitting area. “Walk to the back of your sofa, feet far enough away so you can lean over with your arms straight over your head and grasp the top. Back arched, legs slightly more than shoulder width apart. Adjust as necessary once you’re bent over.”
He’d clearly done this before because he didn’t need to adjust once in place. He held the top of the sofa-back exactly as instructed, and I let the moment just hang between us while I looked him over.
Such a perfect body. Strong arms, muscled back, and the perfect ass, just waiting to be marked. The arch in his back made me want to run my hand down it, so stepped to him and did just that, the lightweight paddle in my left hand while I stroked with my right, slow and deliberate, savoring the shiver that moved under his skin.
“I’ll warm you up with this one before I move to the other. Here’s the deal today. I need to get an idea of your pain tolerance, so when you can’t take the paddle anymore, you’ll sayyellow. This will not end the scene, and I may or may not stop spanking you right away. Yellow is not a safeword, only a way to tell me you’re at the end of your pain tolerance. Do you understand?”
“I do, Sir.” His voice was steady, sure. His scent told me he just wanted me to stop talking and get on with it — or that’s my translation of it, anyway. I’ve been in his place enough, I’m pretty sure I had it right.
Fifty strikes with the lightweight paddle had his ass nice and rosy, and I switched to the heavier paddle, nearly an inch thick, made of a heavy hardwood, sanded and polished to an impressive luster.
I traced the edges of a few holes, all sanded smooth, arranged in a pleasing pattern. Most people think the holes create more pain, but I’m not convinced it does — this heavy of a paddle was going to hurt with or without the holes.
I counted in my head. I’d have stopped at around one hundred and fifty strokes, based on what I know of a human’s tolerances, but Silver’s scent didn’t seem terribly distressed.
At two hundred, he still hadn’t saidyellow, or anything else. Just the ragged sound of his breathing and the stubborn set of his shoulders.
I checked in with Adelaide, who said,Increase your strength by about fifteen or twenty percent, and speed up a little. No more than thirty or fifty more before you’ll have to stop, but your boy is being stubborn, so faster and harder.
My boy.He wasn’t, not yet, and he’d likely bemy Silverif we worked out, rather than my boy or my girl, but it still felt good, thinking of him as mine.
It took seventeen more strikes, harder and faster, and Silver finally gasped out, “Yellow!Fuck, Sir!”
“Stand up and turn around, boy.” I gave him a beat of two and ordered, “Fast, no hesitating.”
He stood and faced me, his eyes red-rimmed and watery, but there were no tears.
And his cock was hard and pulsing. A human wouldn’t have seen the blood flow, but my vampire senses gave me all kinds of information about Silver’s state — horny, flying on endorphins, proud, and stubborn as fuck.
Well then, no time like the present to work his ass open. “Return to your previous position.”
I settled the paddles so I could get to them again without having to walk across the room, and then walked partway across it to get the lube and anal speculum. Most have to be held, so they don’t come out when you let go of them. This one had a nice curve to it, which should keep it in once it was open as wide as Silver’s asshole could handle.
He groaned a little when the speculum first went in. I’d lubed it but hadn’t prepped his asshole, so he didn’t know what was coming until it was inside.
I opened him until he gasped. My dick throbbed with his reaction, but I paused a tiny beat to give him a chance to adjust before I opened the device a more — slowly, but inexorably because I needed to know his absolute limit. The very second I scented true pain, I lessened it some, though only to extreme discomfort before I locked it in place.
Pain given properly puts the bottom in subspace, but Silver was being too stubborn. Perhaps that was from making the spanking something of a challenge. It wasn’t supposed to be, I’d meant it as a way to find his pain tolerance, but Silver had seen it as some kind of contest, so I needed to be certain he didn’t see the anal stretching the same way.
“Breathe, Silver. In and out. Accept it. Submit to it. Stop fighting.”
