Even if it was only for a night.
That thought took root and wouldn’t leave, a dark shadow trying to pull her out of the soft floaty place she currently inhabited.
This is just a repeat of what you used to have. Retreading the past, not the start of a future.
She made a keening sound of frustration, desperate to block out the voice in her head.
Leon seemed to understand, because he wrapped one arm around her, tugging her over to an unoccupied chair. He sat and pulled her onto his lap, her back to his chest. He hooked her legs over his, then spread his own wide, forcing her legs open, herpussy lips parting too. Exposing her most intimate flesh to the room of strangers.
“Lean back.”
She did, sliding her ass forward—moaning at the throb of her flogged ass forced to rest on his hard thighs. Then she leaned back, upper back against his chest, his chin hooked over her shoulder.
“Touch your clit. Three circles the way you like it.”
She did, hips bucking as she traced her middle finger around the swollen glans. The pleasure was instant—shocking in contrast with the pain.
“Now tuck your hands behind your back and keep your legs spread.”
Her thigh muscles were trembling in fear and anticipation as she tucked her hands between their bodies.
Then he raised the slapper and brought it down on her clit.
Cessie screamed, body arching until only her thighs and shoulders touched him. Her clit burned, the pain sharp and staggering.
But her mind was wonderfully, blessedly at peace.
She collapsed against him, limp and utterly submissive. In that moment she was willingly, eagerly his, body and soul.
He struck her clit again.
Again, she cried out, back arching, but that was a purely physical reaction to pain. Emotionally she was at peace. Maybe he’d hurt her clit until pain was all she knew. Maybe he’d use his fingers to bring her to orgasm.
She had no control over what happened next, and that was exactly what she needed.
He struck her clit a third time, the pain incandescent. It was the perfect mix of cruelty and caring because his other arm was wrapped around her, his hand tenderly cupping one breast.
A sob, that soul-deep, body-wracking kind of sob, shook her. Her tears were no longer silent, the last of that brittle wall she’d put around her emotions finally cracking away.
“I’m sorry.” She didn’t know if he understood the words, garbled as they were. “I’m so s-sorry.”
Maybe he could make sense of the noises she was making, or maybe he just knew her, but Leon understood that she’d taken all she could.
He tossed the slapper aside, tugging her until she was sideways on his lap. A second later a blanket was dropped over them.
He held her as she cried for everything that had happened, and everything that hadn’t.
CHAPTER 6
Cessie moaned as she stretched. She was aware of the ache in her ass, pussy, and nipples, before she was fully awake.
Which meant she woke up feeling needy and submissive.
Blinking against the bright morning light, she rolled over in bed. Leon was sitting up, chest bare, high-fantasy paperback in one hand.
He didn’t look at her when she moved but did reach out to stroke her head. She wiggled until she was up against him, head on his bare stomach, breasts pressed against his equally bare thighs under the covers.
“Master, may I?”
