Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Addison shivered when she saw a slight blonde sub being caned at one of the crosses—that was exactly what she didn’t want to go through again!
Never should have allowed that asshole to tie me up in the first place! she told herself. But she’d been so needy that night—almost desperate to submit. And it had all happened so fast. He—
“Hey, I know you.”
Addison turned to find a tall man with black and blue tattoos running up both arms staring down at her. He was wearing tight leather trousers and a predatory grin and he had long, tangled brown hair that looked like it needed to be washed.
Her eyes widened as she recognized the CHUDWA Dom who had beaten her so badly.
“Sure—you’re the fat little bitch who ran away from me just when things were heating up last time,” he exclaimed and frowned at her. “But why are you dressed like that? Where’s your hot schoolgirl outfit? Gotta tell you, this thing here…” He made a gesture at her lacy green dress. “Isn’t really doing it for me. Can’t see your tits.”
Addison stepped back from him.
“Get away from me,” she said tightly.
“What? Hey, why are you being like that?” He frowned. “I thought we had fun last time.”
“You might have had fun—I didn’t.” Addison took another step away. “You hit me way too hard and you completely ignored my safe word!”
“Ah, who needs a safe word?” He shrugged, his tattooed shoulders rolling. “Takes all the fun out of it if you can stop at any time. Besides, you wanted to get your ass beat—that’s what you came here for, right? And I gave you what you wanted. So what’s the problem?”
“The problem is you don’t know what the hell you’re doing,” Addison said furiously. “You’re just some clueless asshole who’s pretending to be a Dom. A real Dom knows that every scene needs to be safe, sane and consensual. You don’t get that, so I won’t be playing with you ever again.”
She turned to go—only to feel his hand curl around her arm.
“Oh, so I’m just pretending, huh?” He snarled, glaring down at her. “Well, let’s see if we can’t make it real. What do you say?”
And he dragged her over to a nearby spanking bench and pushed her across it.
“Oof!” Addison gasped as the padded bench connected with her midsection, knocking the wind out of her. She started to struggle, but the asshole was holding her down—one big hand fisted around the nape of her neck as he pushed her down over the bench.
“Just hold still so I can teach you a lesson, you little bitch!” she heard him snarl. Cutting her eyes to one side, she saw he was holding a long, wooden switch in his other hand.
Her eyes widened as she took in the implement. It didn’t look like anything he’d gotten from the club—it looked like an actual switch he had cut from a tree or a bush outside. It was long and flexible and there were still a few leaves clinging to it. Worse, there were sharp looking thorns poking out from all sides.
What did he do—go cut a branch off a rose bush? That thing is going to hurt!
She redoubled her struggles as he pulled up the back of her dress and yanked down her panties.
“Let me go! I do not consent to this!”
“Well, it wouldn’t be much fun if you did, would it?” The asshole Dom gave her a toothy grin which revealed a dead, gray tooth at the top of his mouth. Then he hauled back and switched her, as hard as he could.
“Ow!” Addison gasped as the switch connected with her ass. The welts and bruises he’d put on her last time were barely healed and her flesh was still extremely tender. So when the sharp thorns ripped into her skin, it really hurt.
It wasn’t a good pain either—the kind she felt when she knew she was safe with the Dom who was punishing her. This was sharp and jagged and completely unwanted. She didn’t trust this guy—didn’t even like him! He had no right to hurt her this way—she hadn’t given him permission, hadn’t laid any ground rules for the scene—he had just grabbed her and started hitting!
“Help!” she gasped as the thorny switch hit her again, ripping into the skin of her delicate inner thighs. “That hurts! Help me!”
“It’s supposed to hurt, you little bitch!” the asshole Dom snarled and when Addison caught a glimpse of his face, she saw that his eyes were narrowed in fury and a hungry, angry grin was stretched from ear to ear. This guy hated women, she realized—which was probably why he came here. He just wanted an excuse to beat them—to beat her.
“Stop it! Lavender! Lavender!” she gasped, reverting to her safe word, though it hadn’t stopped him last time. But she was hoping that some of the people who were playing around them might realize she was shouting a safe word and he was ignoring her. Otherwise they might just think that what he was doing was part of a pre-arranged scene.