Fate by Nikki Sex

Author:Nikki Sex [Sex, Nikki]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Ashton Publishing Group
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 26. Pain

André absolutely adored Emily’s response. Such innocent, unexpected and impulsive honesty gave him great joy. Laughing, he sat down on the bed beside her, and soothingly stroked her welts. “Was it so very bad?”

Again, she pleased him, because she didn’t reply at once. After careful consideration, she answered, “No, it wasn’t that bad.”

“I struck you very hard, little rabbit. And you told me that you feared pain. Consider for a moment; why was the thought of pain more frightening to you than the reality of pain?”

“Sir, you sure ask me some curly ones,” she said with a giggle. “I honestly don’t know. Maybe it’s the significance or the setting. I was enjoying my massage. I wasn’t afraid of the flogger, and I’m not afraid of you. Maybe it’s not the flogger, or pain that is frightening. Maybe it’s the context of pain that makes it more difficult or easy to endure.”

“It is very well, ma petite lapine,” André said, smoothing both hands over the reddened globes of her beautiful derrière. “That last strike has left lovely red marks,” he said admiringly, his voice was deep with lust. Even in her blindfold, this little sub would be well aware of how she had aroused him. “I did so enjoy your story. Do you know what happens now?”

Emily snorted. “I’m guessing that we don’t get to call it a night and go home? In which case, I suspect, Sir, that you plan to hit me some more.”

André chuckled. “You speak of further pain, and yet you are not afraid. Emily, I will not kiss your sweet mouth, and I will not have sex with you. Yet, it would please me to touch you, and to bring you to orgasm.”

Her immediate giggle again had threads of gleeful hysteria in it. André waited patiently, for her to calm. “This amuses you, ma petite lapine?”

“Yes, Sir. It’s really funny. Except for that one night with Paul, it’s almost impossible for me to have an orgasm in front of anyone.”

“Oh?”

She shrugged. “Somehow I don’t think I’m going to have any trouble coming with you either,” she said with a gleeful snicker that turned into a hollow sort of laugh.

André pulled her hair, a hard sharp tug, to get her attention. Emily gasped, but stopped laughing. He stroked her, running his fingers through her hair, soothing the small bite of pain.

“Listen to me, ma petite lapine,” he said, making his voice low and dangerous, reminding her of his authority over her. “I am going to hurt you, and I am going to make you scream out your sexual release, as I do.” He gave her hair another slight tug.

His little sub was doing very well, André mused. Yet he couldn’t allow her to continue facing this trial with laughter. Laughing was often an expression of rejection, a demonstration that she was having difficulty confronting the scene. Emily had to be here, with him, in the moment.

It was his job to see that she was.

André continued to stroke her head, letting her think things over.

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