There I was, laid out naked on the spanking bench, my ass bared for the world to see, and I could hear Josh laughing behind me. I tried to relax, knowing it would only hurt worse if I tensed up.
He didn’t offer any warning when the crop came down on the back of my right thigh.
Son of a bitch!
I screamed.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, jerked my head back, and laughed. “We’re just getting started.”
The next blow landed on my right hip. That fucking hurt.
I focused on breathing, refusing to let him break me. I knew that was what he was after.
The next one hit just above the last and I hissed, shifting over, hoping it would change the angle of his swing.
“I said don’t move, whore. Not even an inch.” His voice was low and ringing with anger, but he released my hair, which was a relief. However, his palm took up residence between my shoulder blades, holding me down with more force than was necessary.
My chest tightened and I knew the tears weren’t far away.
The next slap landed just above my left butt cheek, on my lower back. I hissed and that was when the first tear fell. Quickly followed by another.
“Aww. Does it hurt?” he goaded. “Suck it up, you pain slut. I know you like it.”
The next slap landed in almost the exact same spot as the one before it and the tears started to drip down my face. The one thing about the crop, it was small enough to cause serious pain when used by an inexperienced person. The leather snapped against my skin again and I knew I couldn’t take thirty. There was no way.
I choked on a sob and he hit me again, this time catching me with the edge of the crop instead of the flat part.
Arrrggghhh!
It felt as though he had sliced me open with that one and I knew I couldn’t keep up the ruse.
Before I could catch my breath, another slap quickly followed, this one at the base of my spine.
Nope.
No more.
“Houston!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
“Shut up, you whiny bitch,” he snarled, then smacked my left thigh. Twice.
Fucking hell.
Where the fuck was Chad? He needed to hightail his rusty ass on over, because I couldn’t wait any longer. The pain was debilitating. Josh had never hit me this hard before.
As I tried to push myself up, I slipped forward when another smack landed on my lower back, right over my kidney. I screamed again.
“Houston,” I murmured around a sob. “Please…Houston.”
“That’s enough!” A deep voice reverberated around us and suddenly the room was eerily quiet, with the exception of Nine Inch Nails pulsing through the speakers.
Right up until Josh opened his damn mouth.
“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to, little boy? That collar around your neck says you need to shut your damn mouth or you’ll be joining her,” Josh yelled, then managed to get another hit in, this time on my left ass cheek. “Count for me, bitch.”
“One!” The deep, booming voice sounded from behind me again. “That’s the number of seconds you have to back the fuck up.”
“Screw you, man. She belongs to me and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with her,” Josh countered, his tone belligerent.
“I’m only going to—”
Another deep voice interrupted, this one raspier and far more controlled. “It’s all right, pup. Let me handle this.”
I noticed immediately that it didn’t belong to Chad, the runaway dungeon monitor.
“First of all, you owe me an apology for speaking to my submissive without permission,” the second voice continued. “Secondly, you touch her again and I’ll break your fucking hand. She used her safe word. Respect it.”
The man’s voice was so calm—downright lethal, actually—I was surprised Josh was challenging him. Whoever he was, he definitely didn’t sound like he was joking.
“Her safe word doesn’t mean shit to me if I don’t want it to. I can do wh—”
“Raise the crop near her again and you’ll be leaving in an ambulance.”
I couldn’t see who was talking because I was letting my hair form a curtain around my face as I tried to catch my breath. Plus, I was hoping to hide some of my shame by remaining as inconspicuous as possible. Yeah, my naked ass was still on display, but that was nothing in the grand scheme of things.
“You think you’re a big man?” Josh cackled. “Obviously not man enough if you’re resorting to playing with boys. What? Can’t get a woman to take it in the ass for you?”
Christ Almighty. Someone needed to shut Josh up before he said something—
A big, sturdy hand was suddenly on my shoulder and then my hair was being brushed back from my face as warm breath fanned my right cheek. Instinct had me turning my head the other way, not wanting this person to see those damned tears that had fallen.
