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Chapter 78: Such A Beautiful Pain s******

Chapter 78: Such A Beautiful Pain S****

Riccardo

"Tell me your safe word?" I ordered, looking down at her.

She couldn't see the hunger in my eyes, only the color of the tiles she was kneeling on.

"Pineapple," she said softly, sounding breathless and I nodded at once, satisfied that she hadn't forgotten it.

"Good, let's begin. Shall we?" she nodded.

"You will only speak if I ask a direct question. Understood?" "Yes, sir."

"And you are allowed to make eye contact."

The thrill of commanding someone never went away, it was like a drug, powerful and addictive. She stood up at my behest and I steered her towards the massive st Andrews cross. It was wooden and entirely black with padding for comfort, though comfort was the last thing on my mind tonight. Her eyes widened as she figured out why I had led her here and she shifted her me. She suddenly looked insecure, which I could understand, the cross could look frightening for anyone who was used to it but the furniture could be both for pleasure and pain. Luckily for her, she would experience both.

eyes t

When she stopped towards it and turned to me like she suspected she would be fastened with her back to it, I had to correct her.

"Other way around, facing the cross."

I restrained her. I heard her breath hitch as I tightened it around her wrist but she didn't say anything. I went ahead and restrained her other wrist as well. Next, I bonded her legs, she shd to spread them considerably but not enough to get hurt. Retracting a couple of steps, I studied her. Her arms and legs were spread and she looked glorious in this position. I knew she was

my attention, I knew how great

had thought to tell her to put it under her panties so they didn't have to come off as well. After a few minutes, I felt she had waited enough and went to grab what I would need for the first part. It was a flog with elk leather, it was

across her body, letting her feel the flails so she knew what

a light sting." I said, sliding it from one bare shoulder to the next before moving down her back. She shivered from the feeling and I could see goosebumps appearing along her body. I stepped back before speaking. "Are you

Taking a

steer clear of areas like the kidney and avoid wrapping when the trails wrapped around a curved part of the body I aimed at different parts of her but always kept to the safe zone

sir. I loved

responded eagerly and I could tell she was already

help myself, I slid a hand around her front and down to her slit. Her p**y was slick with her arousal and my finger slid in easily. Her walls clamped down on it like it didn't want

the tails again as I brushed

suede and half oiled leather. It will sting more

it pleasurable."

said, moving away

each one will be harder than the next. I want

I

upper back but still had a decent sting to it. I put more force into the next and lastly, I hit even harder. Although not so hard it broke the skin. She cried out at the last hit and a shudder went

wasn't ashamed to admit it. There was no beauty to pain, most people tried to avoid it at all cost, both the emotional and physical side. Others gravitated towards it, seeing it for what I saw it as, submission of the rawest sure but when you submitted to it and overcame that fright, nothing else could stop you. Inflicting pain wasn't something liked because I was cruel. It was a way for me to connect, to see someone vulnerable and open to me. They trusted me to give

pain was what bounded people together, it could be

one," she responded breathlessly. on

had me wondering if I hadn't been too careful with her but I didn't want to start out too strong, not

arched her back involuntarily. I flogged her a*** several times before moving on to another part, each time she whimpered but she didn't use her safe word or asked me to stop. Flogging someone was almost like painting to me, she was like a blank canvas and the tails like a paintbrush, coloring streaks of red across her skin. My ***k was painfully hard and so f**g uncomfortable in my pants. It throbbed with each hit and each whimper or moan she made. I was breathing just as

and submissive woman, taking whatever I chose to give her. Thud, the sound was so *g**atisfying as the tails hit her skin but not more enjoyable than the sound she made. Her back bowed as I hit her upper back again. I hit it again and again, I couldn't get

I put more force into it, testing her limits as the tails cracked over her a*** making them j***le. All she did was