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I've blindfolded her, but she still looks over her shoulder at me, as if mocking me.
"Will you be done with thefeatherssoon, Sir?" she asks.Definitely mocking.
"Do you want to be caned?" I quip.
My cock immediately fills with blood at the thought. I wasalready stiff, but now? I'm fully hard at the thought of all the ways I'll be able to play with her.
What will it take for her to really give me a reaction?
Drawing blood?
She'd love that, I bet. But I can't mark the body she shares with Anna. Not without Anna's consent.
As it is, I stare at the skin of her back that's lightly pinkened from the flogger, fascinated. I don't want to look away. My breath gets shorter, and my blood starts to heat in my veins in anticipation of what comes next.
I'd say I don't know why I'm like this. But of course, I fucking do. It's not like I haven't read up on sadism. What happened to me as a teenager should have been too late to have caused it, although you never know.
But they say it's shit that happens in early childhood that makes for personality disorders. And I believe it.
Because the truth is, I always loved inflicting pain.
In brawls at school, I kept hitting after a fucker was down.
I liked the blood. I liked the way bastards got scared when they looked at me, eyes full of agony and terror, so scared I'd do more. It gave me such a goddamn rush.
I loved the way it felt when my fist hit flesh, all that fury in my body finally finding a target. A target that was allowed. Not?—
All the men who used my mother at home.
I walk back to the wall of implements, my fingers gliding over the more dangerous whips and the cane that would definitely wipe that smirk off Mads's face.
But then?—
My eyes land on something even more wicked. One that won't leave marks behind. At least, not when wielded by someone who knows what the fuck he's doing. Which I do. And I'd be more careful than ever, considering whose sweet flesh I'll be using it on.
I grin, my breathing uneven as I pick up the violet wand.
I slide on the standard mushroom electrode.
And the game begins.
Mads still has a tiny smile curling at the edges of her lips.
"Remember, you can safe word at any time."
I can almost feel her rolling her eyes at me from underneath the mask.
Now, it's my turn to smile.
I run the violet wand electrode down the outside of her forearm.
Her entire body jumps.
"What the fuck is that?!" she gasps.
"Do you want a safe word?" I offer again.
"No!" she cries out, her breasts heaving up and down. With fear or excitement... Or both? Goddamn, she's mirroring everything I feel.
