Page 12 of Shrouded Desires
Even as the harsh words stung, he slipped a little further away. He’d never been worthy of the punishments they gave out, but it still didn’t stop him from begging. “Please, Ma’am, I need it.”
“And you’re going to get it.”
Then she disappeared out of his line of sight. Moments later, the crop came down on his swell of his ass, sending a jolt of agony up his spine. He hissed. Fuck, he needed this.
* * *
Studying the submissive bound naked to the St. Andrew cross in Max’s private playroom, Storm sighed. Lizzie was in a bad place, and with Max’s approval, had called him over for a scene. He knew how hard it was for the woman. She wanted her dominant to dole out the pain she needed but was settling for him, because of Max’s physical restrictions.
“What level are you at, Liz?” He’d already warmed her up with a flogger and was ready to move on to the next toy, but needed to make sure she was still with him. Lizzie had never been a true pain slut but needed just enough to let go. He recognized and accepted it, even though for him to get anything out of a scene he needed a heavy scene with lots of praise. A weird combo he knew, but it’s what got him off.
“Green, Sir.” Her head rested against one of her arms, tilting her face away from him. Sitting in a comfortable high-backed chair, Max watched the scene and his wife’s face.
Storm arched a questioning brow his friend’s way, after lifting a crop for his inspection. Would the slender implement be too much for Lizzie?
Max gave a slight nod of approval.
“Good. Here we go. Safe-word if you need to.” He swung back his arm and gave a soft to medium strike to the pert backside in front of him. Other than gasping, there was little response from her.
“Harder, Storm. She won’t break with that wimpy shit.” Max called out.
“You sure?” He was still worried about harming her. It was a struggle to play lighter than he was used to.
“Medium strokes evenly spaced.” Max ordered.
“Got it.” He furrowed his brow in concentration and doled out the requested strikes. Soon her lovely back sported pink stripes from his crop. She was swaying a bit against the cross lifting to meet each blow. Instinctively he wanted to hit harder but knew that wasn’t what Liz needed.
“Now faster. Same strength.”
He didn’t bother to reply to Max’s words this time. He just followed the instruction, letting the crop fall faster against Lizzie’s back, thighs and ass. Soon she began to shake, then miraculously a sob broke free. He was tempted to stop but Max’s warning kept him going.
“Just a bit more. She’s not there.” From his position he could see his wife’s face. And he knew Lizzie better than any other person on earth - other than maybe Raine.
Shit, can’t think of him now. Keep your eye on the prize, man.
His arm continued to rise and fall as he added new stripes to those already there as pitiful cries escaped the bound woman. They rose in crescendo until she finally went limp against the cross.
“Enough.” Max called a halt to the scene. “Bring her to me.”
Dropping the crop to the floor, he freed Lizzie from the cross, then carried her the short distance to her husband. After setting her gently on Max’s legs, he snagged a warm blanket from the warmer on the other side of the room and returned with it. Draping it over her shivering naked body, he tucked it around her as Max spoke to his wife in a soft tone.
Feeling like an intruder, he stepped away from the couple to clean up the area and pack up his toys. He could’ve used Max’s but was more comfortable with his own.
He was just finishing wiping down the cross with a damp cloth when Max called for him.
He turned back to see Lizzie, now asleep on Max’s lap.
“Thank you, man. She really needed this.”
Storm shrugged as he picked up his toy bag. “That’s what friends are for. Besides until the doc releases you to lift something heavier than a gallon of milk, you can’t be swinging a crop or flogger. They cracked your chest open, Max. I’m happy to fill in, if it keeps her from...” he didn’t say the word but knew that Max would understand.
“Yeah. It is.” He pressed a kiss to the top of his sleeping sub’s head. “I’m proud of her. She’s gone through a lot over the past two weeks and hasn’t backslid, thanks to you and Raine.” When Max obviously read the confusion on his face, he explained. “The night it happened Raine paddled her ass good.”
“I thought he was a sub?”
“He is - now.” Max shrugged. “But when I first met Lizzie and him, he was a switch.” He sighed. “He only assumed the role because Lizzie needed him, not because of any true desire to top. As I’m sure you’re aware, that boy is a submissive through and through. Loves a good round of impact play. More your speed than Liz is, as I’m sure you’ve found out.”
If he could have flushed, Storm would’ve. “Yeah, about that.” Max had basically given Raine over to him, but he’d been so busy trying to wrap his head around running Redemption, he hadn’t had the chance to put the boy through his paces. “The club’s kept me pretty busy.”
