Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Hello, my dark prince,” she says.
I do not reply to her.
That lets her know that I don’t want her to talk. She understands.
Blossom is a good sub.
But she’s not my sub.
I don’t have a sub.
I don’t want that kind of responsibility.
Right now, the only responsibility I have to Blossom is to keep her safe while the two of us participate in a scene together. Once we are outside the doors of the club, she’s no longer my responsibility.
I’m in the mood for a pretty dark scene tonight. I need to get my aggression out, try to forget…
I have to try to forget about Mandy and the time we spent together.
It was hot and amazing and soul baring, but it will never be enough. I know myself too well. I’ll never be satisfied with simple vanilla sex, and I won’t be able to commit to her.
I’ll only hurt her in the end, and I can’t risk that.
I gather some leather rope, glide my fingers over the sleekness of it. Leather and nylon rope are better than cotton rope. They’re easier to unbind in case of an emergency.
But I’m good at what I do. I’ve never had an emergency. Still, I’m careful. My sub—tonight it’s Blossom—must be safe at all times in my care.
I remove my jacket so I’m wearing nothing but another pair of black jeans.
“Kneel before me,” I say gruffly.
Blossom ambles off the bed—not too quickly—and drops to her knees before me, her head bowed.
“Thank you,” I say. “Thank you for trusting me this evening. Thank you for agreeing to do a scene with me.”
She nods, her gaze still on the floor.
Normally, I’m turned on by now. My cock is usually pulsating, my skin usually tingling. Just the thought of a submissive kneeling before me, trusting me…
Blossom and I have played scenes together many times in the past. She’s good at what she does, and she knows how to please her Dom.
Tonight, though, I’m not even starting to get hard.
Blossom is a beautiful woman. She has flaming auburn hair and deep brown eyes. She’s taller than Mandy, has bigger breasts and more slender legs.
And why am I comparing her to Mandy?
Damn.
I’ve got to get this out of my system.
“Rise,” I say to Blossom.
She obeys, and I bind her wrists with the leather. Then I lead her to the pole in the center of the room and fasten her wrists to the top so she’s standing, her arms elevated, tied to the pole.
I turn to the wall, study the tools on display, and choose a whip.
I don’t use a whip often, but tonight it feels right. I hold the leather grip, let it become part of me. Through this instrument I will feel the warmth of Blossom’s flesh as I flog her.
Blossom loves being spanked, flogged, and whipped. Many times, I’ve taken her ass from creamy white to cherry red, and then I’ve fucked her as she stands like she is now—bound by leather to the pole, completely at my mercy. I’ve only used an actual whip with her once, but she and I both ended the evening with raging climaxes. I need that tonight.
Snap—
I bring the whip down upon her milky flesh.
Snap. Again. Snap. Again.
Yes, the globes of her ass are pink now—pink and beautiful and delicious.
But nothing from my cock.
Normally I have to restrain myself. I have to stay in control so I don’t fuck her too quickly. I give her the pain she requires, the sting she craves, before I take my own pleasure.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
How much more before I find arousal?
I continue to whip her for another minute. Then another.
Snap! Snap! Snap—
“Tesla!” she yells.
I go rigid, and the whip falls to the floor with a dull thud.
Tesla—the car of Blossom’s dreams. The car she’s saving for.
The car whose name she chose for her safe word.
My heart thunders, and remorse surges through me. What have I done?
Never before has a sub needed to use a safe word with me.
I drop my gaze to her ass.
Oh my God. One of the lashes has drawn blood.
“Blossom, forgive me.” I unbind her quickly and lead her to the table where I help her lie down on her stomach.
In the bottom drawer of the chest in the corner are first aid supplies. I’ve never opened the bottom drawer in any of these suites before.
What is wrong with me?
Quickly, I pull out antiseptic wipes, antibacterial ointment, gauze, and bandages.
“I’m okay, Jack,” she says.
“You used your safe word. You’re not okay.”
“No, I am. This isn’t the first time someone has drawn blood.”
“But it’s the first time I’ve drawn blood.”
She says nothing more. Just lets me tend to her. I’ve drawn blood on occasion with other partners. Partners who want it.
But it’s one of Blossom’s hard limits. She does not want broken skin. Ever.
I’ve violated her trust. I’ve violated the agreement between us.