Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Yes, Sir.” The crop landed on my backside as soon as the words left my mouth. The sharp sting felt wonderful. Another one followed quickly behind that one. I hissed and closed my eyes.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Baker,” Seth growled. “Be honest, of course.”
I paused for a second and then answered, “I think you hit like a girl. Sir,” I added respectfully.
If I’d thought to insult him, I’d been mistaken. Watching his face through the mirror, I saw his grin spread from ear to ear.
“I hoped you’d say that, Baker.”
As the words left his mouth, some music suddenly started playing over the sound system in his playroom. It was nothing I’d heard before, at least not that I could recall. It sounded dirty and had a rhythm to match the lashes Seth gave me. My senses…all of them, felt overwhelmed. The room smelled like leather, sex, and a unique scent I’d already associated with Seth. I tried to focus on the dirty sound of the music, and when the slap of leather against my flesh was too fast or too slow, it messed with my head. My body ached and burned from the pain, forcing all my focus on the slow scorch of my ass and thighs.
I hissed, gritted my teeth, and cried my way through the pain…waiting for the second it would turn to pure bliss. I’d never reached subspace but got close every damned time. I didn’t have a clue what it felt like but knew how badly I craved that second when everything else in the world evaporated, leaving only me and the feel of the crop caressing my ass. That feeling…it was good enough for me. It gave me the escape my body and mind required.
While I would rather never admit it, Seth got me there much faster than any Mistress before him ever did. It stood to reason, I supposed. He was much stronger. My head dropped back as my muscles grew weak from stress. This was it. The blissful feeling that helped keep me grounded when my world became too much. When things didn’t line up as perfectly as I believed they should, this was my escape from my own mind.
I frowned. It wasn’t that the bliss wasn’t as blissful…it was just that Seth didn’t seem to notice my contentment. Mistress always knew. Seth kept working the crop, praising me with some swings and calling me dirty words with others. I moved from being a work of art to a cum dumpster. One swing was praise and the next was deliciously wicked. Yet, he didn’t pause to admire his handy work or slow down to admire my euphoria.
No, he kept going.
My body kept soaring, higher and higher. The music, loud and thumping, suddenly sounded far away. My surroundings blurred…all except for Seth. I could see him clearly. I floated, and he was in the air with me, swinging his crop. I no longer felt the kiss of pain, but his arm kept moving. Sweat dripped from his face and I felt my tongue swipe across my lips. I wanted to taste his sweat. His eyes met mine, which was impossible because he was behind me. Yet, there they were, gazing at me with warmth that made something inside me tighten. Tighter. Tighter. I sucked in a breath.
He whispered my name.
“Baker.”
An explosion of emotions tore through my body. I floated even higher. Felt my body orgasm. Heard myself scream. After that, there was nothing. It wasn’t a crash or anything negative. Everything just went…black.
Chapter 3
Seth
Mother fuck. I was royally screwed. Baker was…perfect.
Perfect, and I wasn’t talking about just for the assignment. His body was gorgeous, all lean muscles and graceful beauty. He could behave like a perfect submissive but still had an edge to him that told me he would keep a Dom on his toes. Correction…Domme. I hadn’t had much of an opportunity to see his sense of humor, mostly since I’d been an ass to him, but I’d witnessed enough sass to know it existed.
I fucking craved hearing him laugh…which was utterly ridiculous.
Most of all, though, he was absolutely beautiful when he flew. His Mistress told me as far as she knew, Baker had never achieved subspace. That was fine, most people didn’t, so I wasn’t surprised when she told me. She stressed that Baker always found what he was searching for, a release from the demons inside of him.
I smiled as I gazed down at his sleeping form. I’d given him something his Mistress hadn’t been able to help him achieve. I didn’t fool myself into thinking I was that much better at delivering pain, reading a sub’s needs or giving them what they craved, but I’d dare anybody to challenge the connection Baker and I had shared. He’d soared straight into subspace because of that connection. I’d simply whispered his name and he’d been gone.