Page 13 of Shrouded Desires
“Damnit Storm!” Max growled out, then murmured reassures to his wife who whimpered. “Man, please tell me you’re kidding. That you haven’t neglected Raine.”
“I see him every day.” Max replied defensively. “He can ask anytime he wants for a scene.”
“You dumbass. He’s not going to ask.” Max muttered. “Has he been playing with a lighter?”
Storm frowned, thinking back to the numerous times he’d seen Raine twisting a lighter between his fingers over the past week. “Yeah, weird, cause I’ve never seen him smoke.”
“He doesn’t smoke, you idiot. That’s how he self-harms. He burns himself.”
Shock roared through him. “I haven’t seen any marks. I’d have noticed.”
“Because he burns the inside of his thighs, right next to his groin. Where most would never see.” Max ran a hand through his hair. “Maybe he hasn’t. Have you negotiated any scenes for him yet?”
He shook his head. “He’s never been down in the club on Fridays or Saturdays. Hides in his room or something. But he said something about going tonight.”
“Fuck.” This time Lizzie jerked awake.
“Master?”
“Shhh...” He soothed. “It’s not you, I’m pissed at. Go back to sleep.” Once she nodded sleepily, he turned his attention back to Storm.
“You need to get your ass to the club now. Storm knows he’s not supposed to scene without vetting it first through me, or in this case you.”
“What?” Now he was really confused. “Why? You said that was just a service sub, so I assumed that he was a free agent.”
“No, Raine has rules in place for a reason. He’s a fucking masochist and doesn’t know when to safeword out. If he hasn’t been burning himself, he’ll let whoever he’s playing with beat him half to death to escape his emotional pain.”
Storm groaned as what his friend was saying sank in. “Shit, I fucked up.”
“Let’s just hope if he is playing it’s in the main room where the DMs can keep an eye on him. They know his issues and what to look for.”
“Damnit. I’m sorry.” Storm turned to leave the room. “I’ll fix this, I swear.”
“You better. I trusted you to keep the boy safe.”
“I will. Even if I have to administer daily spankings to get my point across.”
Chapter Six
The pain was never-ending. As far as Raine was concerned that was a good thing. The thud of the singletail against his already burning backside was pure nirvana. More, he wanted to beg, but all that came out of his mouth was a garbled moan. The domme knew exactly what she was doing. This was no newbie dom that barely knew his way around the working end of a flogger. Nope, she’d had time to master her skill. Much to his benefit.
“Level?” The stinging pain of the singletail fell away, as she checked in with him. How long they’d been playing? He had no idea, time meant nothing at this point.
“Green, Ma’am.” The words came out as a slurred mess, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was more. More of the intoxicating pain, and with green he’d insured that he’d get more. More pain, more sub-space, more shelter from the emotions that had been plaguing him for the past two weeks. Hell, if he was lucky, he might even cry.
But instead of a return of the blissful singletail, a new person squatted down in front of the pillory. “Level, boy?”
He tried to focus on the man, knew that he meant something, but couldn’t wrap his brain around the significance of his presence. Master sometimes checked in on him during a scene, especially if he thought Raine was at the edge of his limits; but the scent of his cologne was wrong.
“Answer me, Raine.” There was a bite to the command.
“Green, Sir,” he repeated. “More...I need more...please.”
There was a murmur above his head as the domme spoke briefly with the newcomer, then the top of the pillory unlocked, and he was swung up against a rock-hard chest. He cried out as one of the arms holding him in place put pressure on his hot ass, sending a different kind of pain through him. This one more encompassing.
“Sorry, boy.” The rumble under his ear should’ve been soothing but something about it nagged at him. He tried to focus on the man’s face but from his position, tucked against the man’s chest but under his chin, Raine could only see the man’s strong jaw line.Skin, the color of melted dark chocolate.
“Aw, fuck.” There was only one man who could be carrying him. Master Storm had returned to the club, and caught him...
