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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."

one of the beams and 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

drew my attention, I knew how great they felt in

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

her, I trailed the leather across her body, letting her feel the flails so

next before moving down her back. She shivered from the feeling and I could see

Taking a

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 like her upper back,**, thighs and legs. By the time I was done with the warm-up, she was pretty and pink. Her breathing had gotten heavier and I knew she likes this as much as I do. Switching to another flog I walked closer to her. I leaned in and whispered directly into her ear. "Did you

did, sir. I loved

responded eagerly and I could tell she was already eager for

flogged or to get f***ed. I didn't know, probably both. Unable to 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 to let me go. She moaned as she tried to ride my finger, desperate for the

my finger, I let her feel the tails again as I brushed the new flog against

suede and half oiled leather. It will sting more but I think

it pleasurable."

moving away from

will be harder than the next. I want you

I

on the softer side on her 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.

I enjoyed giving pleasure and I 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

was what bounded people together, it could

she responded

almost **m from the pain alone. The moans she made had me wondering if I hadn't been too careful with her but I didn't want to start out too strong, not with her and especially not when it was her first time being flogged. "Good girl," I said

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 heavily as she was but not out

she made. Her back bowed as I hit her upper back again. I hit it again and again, I couldn't get over how perfect she was. She was everything I had dreamed about and more, sweat clung to my skin and my chest moved rhythmically as I breathed, slowly and controlled. Chapter

tails cracked over her a*** making them j***le. All she did was moan as she almost pushed