Under His Control (No Safeword Book 4) by Claire Thompson

Author:Claire Thompson [Thompson, Claire]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-03-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

On their third day together, Damon decided to see just how far Ellen could go when it came to erotic pain.

He whipped her lovely breasts with a single tail, requiring her to hold them up in offering for each stinging kiss of the lash. She handled herself with enormous grace, keeping her lovely eyes trained on his face as he marked her creamy flesh. She blinked back tears as she thanked him for the marks, her voice strong and sincere.

Next, he bound her to the St. Andrew’s cross for a caning. When he asked how many strokes she could take, she replied, “As many as you see fit to give me, Master Damon.”

Intrigued by this open-ended assertion, he told her, “You’re going to control this scene. After each stroke, you may ask for another. When you’ve had enough, you will use your safeword.”

Some emotion crossed her face that he couldn’t quite parse. But all she said was, “Yes, Sir.”

With careful precision, he let the cane land with a whistling thwack across her ass. Almost immediately, a welt rose like a slash of dark pink paint across her flesh.

Her only visible reaction was a sharp inhale of breath at the moment of impact. After a moment, she said, “Another, please, Sir.”

Damon complied, his blood fizzing with sadistic excitement, his cock stiffening with arousal.

“Another, please, Sir,” she asked again, her voice still steady.

A third stroke. A fourth. A fifth. A sixth.

Sweat sheened her skin, her face twisted in a grimace of pain. Her voice began to crack on the words, but she continued to ask him for more. By the tenth stroke, her hands had curled into fists above her cuffs. Her breathing was shallow, her body trembling, her eyes squeezed shut.

Damon lowered his cane and moved to stand beside her. “Open your eyes,” he said. “Look at me.”

Ellen obeyed, though it took her a moment or two to focus. He brought up his hand to stroke her cheek. Her skin was damp and hot to the touch. “Slow your breathing,” he reminded her. Lightly, he tapped her clenched fists. “Relax your hands.”

She released a shuddering breath and actually managed a small smile.

He smiled back. He couldn’t help but be impressed with her ability to tolerate the pain. She was breathtakingly brave and beautifully submissive.

“There’s no shame in using your safeword now, Ellen. You’ve taken quite a lot already.”

A look of determination came into her eyes. “Another, please, Sir.”

Damon focused on the backs of her thighs, not willing to add more welts to her striped bottom without some aftercare and healing time.

She yelped at the first stroke, no doubt feeling the sting more on her legs than her ass. But almost immediately she said, “Another, please, Sir,” in a breathless voice.

Fascinated and impressed by her submissive courage and ability to tolerate intense erotic pain, he caned the backs of her thighs with another five stinging strokes. But when she continued to ask for more, despite the tears now running down her cheeks, he understood she was not going to use her safeword, no matter the cost.

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