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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."

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

knew how great they felt

to grab what I would need for the first part. It was a flog with elk leather, it was a soft type of leather perfect for warmups since it only gave a light sting. I planned on upping the ante but I didn't want to give her more than she could

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

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

Taking a

I continued. Striking again and again, there was a unique technique to flogging someone. If done wrong, it could be dangerous and I needed to be in control at all times and not slip up or become unfocused. I had to 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.

responded eagerly and I could tell she was already eager

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 slightest of touch but she would have to wait. I wasn't

the tails again as I brushed the

is called a combo which is half suede and half oiled leather. It will sting more but I think

it pleasurable."

said, moving away

be harder than the

I

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 through her. "Which one did you like

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 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

bounded people

last one," she responded breathlessly. on

had 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

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

back bowed as I hit her upper

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