I watch her shiver at my command. “Yes, Master.”

  “We will go with the standard safewords—‘green,’ ‘yellow,’ and ‘red.’ I expect you to use them if you need to.”

  She bows her head respectfully. “I understand, Master.”

  I take her hand, helping her to her feet. “Follow me.”

  Heading to a free pole in the center of the area, I set down my tool bag and strip off my shirt, tossing it to the floor. I smile hungrily at her naked body as I turn her around to face the pole.

  A soft moan escapes her lips when I lift her right wrist over her head to buckle it into the leather cuff attached to a chain. I’m purposely slow in my movements as I grab her left wrist and secure it.

  Pulling on the chain to make sure it is good and taught, I whisper gruffly, “You look good enough to eat.”

  I prefer my submissives to be bound tightly because I want them to appreciate how truly helpless they are.

  Picking up the bullwhip, I position myself behind her and unfurl it. I start by swinging it to warm up my muscles. The sound of the whip cutting through the air is exhilarating and garners the attention of those around me.

  “Let me introduce you to my whip, slave. Listen to the sound of her crack and know that she will soon be caressing your skin.”

  I immediately crack the whip to the side of her head and watch in satisfaction as a wisp of her hair moves from the rush of air.

  Dove jumps, whimpering softly. I pause for a moment, knowing she is anticipating the explosive impact of the bullwhip.

  I smile as I deliver the first stroke—lightly licking her skin.

  Not many people have the control necessary to deliver such a gentle stroke.

  She breaks out in surprised giggles and looks back at me.

  I tip my hat to her. “Now, it’s time to get serious. Keep your eyes forward and stay still.”

  I see her visibly shiver as she faces forward again. The first time I introduce a sub to my whip, I like to build up the tension by gradually increasing the power of my strokes.

  Once her back is a nice shade of pink, I get down to business. “This next one is going to sting,” I warn.

  I deliver the lash with laser precision. Her skin ripples from the impact, and her cry fills the dungeon.

  “Color, slave?”

  Dove pants out, “Gr…een.”

  “Are you sure?” I chuckle.

  She lifts her chin a little higher. “Yes, Master.”

  I feed off her enthusiasm and begin testing her limits as I apply strokes of varying intensity. It turns me on to watch her respond to each stroke as I lace her back with my challenging caress.

  Stopping for a moment, I listen to the chains clinking alluringly as she sways in her bonds, her whole body covered in a sheen of sweat.

  I coil my whip before I approach her. Leaning down, I kiss her on the cheek as I press my hand between her trembling legs. Dove cries out in pleasure when I start teasing her clit with my finger. I’m certain I could make her come right now, but I want her climax to build so the release is even more satisfying.

  I groan as I lick my fingers, which are drenched in her excitement. “Are you hungry for more?”

  “Please, Master,” she murmurs.

  I turn her head toward me and kiss her deeply. The desperation in her kiss alerts me to her level of arousal. It won’t take me long to send her over the edge. She moans softly when I release her.

  While she stands swaying in her bonds, I return to my position, in complete control of this moment. Dove is riding on the high of endorphins, and I am about to open the floodgates.

  “Get ready, darlin’.”

  Drawing back my arm, I start with a light lick across her back, followed by several solid strokes across her sexy ass.

  She yelps in surprise and sways in her chains.

  “Keep still,” I command huskily.

  I wait until she is completely still before I deliver the next stroke. The intensity of it demands her full attention.

  “Color?”

  “Green,” she answers breathlessly.

  “Good,” I growl hungrily, “because I’m about to send you flying.”

  I wipe the sweat from my brow. The exertion involved is considerable but worth the unique connection it provides the two of us.

  I deliver several strokes with the same intensity as my bullwhip dances across her skin, covering her entire back with my loving attention. I keep her in that heightened state until I’ve determined she’s had enough.

  Grinning, I deliver the final stroke and listen in satisfaction as her scream fills the dungeon.

  I coil my bullwhip and return to her. Lifting her chin gently, I kiss the tears freely running down her face. Normally, a woman’s tears would bring me pain but, in this arena, it is a sign of a job well done.

  “Did you enjoy yourself, slave?”

  “Yes…” she whispers hoarsely.

  “Do you realize how irresistible you are right now?” I murmur as I undo her bindings. My cock is rock hard and will not be denied.

  “Are you ready to please your Master?”

  She wraps her arms around me for support, flying high in a state of bliss. “I long to please you.”

  Being careful of her back, I sling her gently over my shoulder and carry her to one of the benches. I revel in the jealous glances of the other Doms as I walk by them.

  I set her down beside the bench and command, “Present yourself to me, slave.”

  She leans against the bench and opens her legs, presenting her swollen pussy to me.

  Dove glances back at me with a ravenous look in her eyes.

  I gaze at her pussy, noting how wet she is as I unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans. I free my rigid cock and watch her eyes widen. I like showing off my state of arousal to my sub—it gives her a sense of accomplishment knowing how much I’ve enjoyed our scene together.

  I slip out of my clothes and position myself behind her, rubbing the head of my cock against her opening. “Think you can take it?”

  “Yes,” she purrs.

  I like her confidence and coat the head of my shaft with her juices before I press into her. Her body struggles to take my girth as the head of my cock slips inside.

  “Oh, God…” she moans.

  “Too much for you, slave?”

  “No, Master.”

  “Good,” I groan as I force my cock deeper, taking it slowly so her body can acclimate to the challenge of my cock. I watch in satisfaction as her pussy takes the length of my shaft.

  It is mesmerizing, and I stop for a moment to admire the beautiful crisscross pattern of marks on her back before I begin thrusting into her.

  Flying on the endorphins of subspace, her body invites me to claim her, meeting each stroke as she cries out in passion. In my own heightened state, it doesn’t take long before the tight constriction of her pussy carries me to the edge.

  When I feel her suddenly stiffen, I know she is close.

  Dove starts panting, needing release.

  The moment I give her permission to come, I feel her inner muscles tighten around my cock in a rhythmic pattern.

  I close my eyes and growl like a fucking lion. Grabbing her waist, I pump my massive cock into her.

  The sound of skin slapping against skin fills my ears as I give in to my orgasm. The intensity of my climax is almost painful as I fill her pussy with my seed. I stay inside her afterward until I feel the last pulse of her climax.

  I pull out, feeling incredibly satisfied and exhausted—but my job is not finished.

  Time for a little aftercare…

  I command her to lay face down on the bench while I clean both of us off. Then I grab a jar of salve from my bag.

  While I tend to each mark on her back, I praise her for her courage and share my impressions of our scene. She purrs in contentment, still flying on the sub-high caused by my bullwhip.

  “What do you think of my whip?” I ask with a light chuckle.

  She lifts her head and smiles. “I love it.” Her gaze moves down to my crotch, and she murmurs seductively, “But I think I love your cock even more.”

  Clash

  Wanting to let loose after a particularly rough week of classes, I invite Thane and Durov to join me at a kegger. Nothing embodies the college experience like a good old-fashioned beer bash.

  All three of us could use the distraction—especially Durov, who seems especially wound tight these days. Although the Russian tries to hide it, I can tell he’s still suffering because of his experience with Samantha. It’s the little things I notice. Like the way his gaze shifts around when he’s talking to you, as if he’s thinking about something else. How he laughs too readily at things, trying to appear relaxed when his jaw is always clenched.

  I have a sixth sense when it comes to animals and, lately, whenever I’m around Durov, I can feel his deep-seated pain. The stubborn cuss refuses to talk about it, insisting we forget about the assault or the fact that Samantha betrayed him on the deepest level a person can.

  While I understand why he wants to sweep it under the rug, I know from personal experience that it won’t work. Pain does not dissipate when ignored. It only festers.

  Nobody can deny that kind of pain forever—even world-renowned sadists.

  Despite Durov’s bravado and assurances that he’s okay, I’m seriously worried about the guy.

  The party is in full swing by the time we get there, but after scanning the crowd, I see no sign of Durov and figure he must be running late or has decided to bail on us.

  As we head out back, Thane grabs my arm. “Fuck!”

  I look to where he is pointing and groan.

  I see Samantha laughing with a couple of frat boys, completely unaware that we are here.

  As the two of us make a beeline to her, I can only hope Durov doesn’t show up.

  Thane puts his hand on her shoulder, and Samantha turns around. Her hand is raised, ready to slap his face for daring to touch her. But, the moment she realizes who it is, she stops herself.

  Pain flashes in her eyes, but she quickly recovers by forcing a smile. “Fancy meeting you two here.”

  “You have to go,” Thane orders.

  The two frat boys puff up their chests and move toward him menacingly.

  Samantha holds out her perfectly manicured hand to stop them. “Stay, boys.”

  She turns to Thane and asks in concern, “What’s wrong?”

  “Durov is coming, if he isn’t here already,” I answer, feeling responsible because I invited the guy.

  She gives Thane a worried look. “I didn’t know.”

  “If you slip out the back gate, it won’t be a problem,” I assure her, pointing to the other side of the yard.

  Without hesitating, Samantha starts around the corner of the house to the vocal protests of the two frat boys.

  Upset about losing such a fine catch, the two guys turn their anger on us. “Which one of you assholes wants to lose your teeth first?” the tallest guy asks, raising his fists.

  I nod to Thane. “I’ll take care of this. Go after her.”

  While he runs after Samantha, I slowly tilt my head from side to side, cracking my neck. “I’ll let you throw the first punch.”

  When the guy swings, I dodge his punch and grab his arm, throwing him off balance so he is left eating dirt.

  I chuckle and turn to the other guy. “Feeling lucky?”

  The tallest one gets back on his feet, wiping the dirt from his mouth.

  I laugh to defuse the situation and start backing away. “Look, it’s not like any of us had a chance with her.”

  The guy snorts. “The bitch isn’t even that good looking.”

  When I hear a scuffle around the corner, I muscle my way through the crowd. What I see as I turn the corner turns my blood cold.

  Durov is kneeling on the ground with his hands wrapped around Samantha’s neck. Her eyes are open, but she has the glassy stare of someone unconscious.

  Thane screams at him, “You’re killing her!”

  Rushing over, I help Thane pull Durov off her. To my relief, Samantha instantly gasps for air and starts coughing.

  Thane grabs Durov’s arm. “You need to get out of here—now!”

  But Durov doesn’t move, staring down at Samantha in horror.

  Knowing what will happen if he stays, I push him toward the back gate. “Go with Thane. I’ll take care of her.”

  I kneel beside Samantha while I watch the two leave. “Are you okay?”

  She nods in answer but clutches her throat as tears form in her eyes. We both know she would be dead right now if it hadn’t been for Thane.

  “I need to get you out of here. Can you stand or should I carry you?”

  She shakes her head, taking my hand so I can help her to her feet. Samantha is unsteady and leans against me.

  Joel, the frat guy hosting the party, sees me and shouts, “Is everything okay?”

  Wanting to get Samantha far away from here, I divert him. “I heard Robbie bragging he’s going to annihilate you at Beer Pong.”

  “Ha!” he laughs, shaking his head. “When will that punk ever learn?”

  While Joel heads off to find Robbie, bellowing, “You’re going down!” I help Samantha through the gate.

  We have to get far away before we are noticed, but she is unsteady on her feet. I pick her up, ignoring her verbal protests, and tell her, “You are not okay.”

  She buries her head against my chest. “Fine. Take me home…”

  I have avoided her since the night she assaulted Durov, so I carry her to her dorm in silence, having nothing to say to her.

  When I reach the building, I call out to Vicky, who happens to be walking out the door as I approach. She glances at Samantha and smiles. “Wow, Sam’s blitzed already?”

  “Yeah. She needs to sleep it off.”

  With Vicky’s help, I get Samantha into her room and lay her on the bed. As I head out the door with Vicky, Samantha begs, “Please stay, Brad.”

  I pause for a moment and take several deep breaths before nodding goodbye to Vicky and shutting the door behind her.

  All business, I ask, “Do you want me to call a doctor?”

  She covers her eyes with her arm to avoid looking at me and shakes her head.

  I make no move to help her because I still can’t reconcile what she did to Durov.

  The silence in the room becomes uncomfortable and suffocating.

  “I didn’t mean to hurt him—”

  I hold up my hand to stop her. “I’m not here to talk about it. I just need to ensure you are okay.”

  She lets her arm fall to her side and turns to face me. It isn’t until then that I see the bruises on her throat. A chill runs down my spine when I realize just how close she was to dying tonight. “You sure you don’t want me to take you to a doctor?”

  She cringes as she lightly runs her fingers over her throat. “I’m sure it’s nothing a little makeup can’t fix.”

  I frown. “Makeup won’t cover that, Samantha.”

  She shrugs. “Then I guess it’s decorative scarves for the next month.”

  I stare hard at her, wondering how she can be so cavalier about this. “You almost died.”

  “I deserve to,” she states matter-of-factly.

  I’m not prepared for such an answer and tell her, “Durov doesn’t want that.”

  Samantha meets my gaze for a moment before looking away. “Apparently, he does.”

  I sigh. “The man lost it back there. He wasn’t expecting to see you. None of us were.”

  “Well…it proves there’s a part of Rytsar that wants me dead.” She looks me in the eyes. “I can’t blame him.”

  I shake my head, overwhelmed with a sense of guilt. “I never would have invited him if I’d known you’d be there.”

  “I wasn’t supposed to be there. It was on a whim. Nancy dragged me along because she didn’t want to go alone.” Samantha closes her eyes, her voice sounding hollow. “This is an impossible situation.”

  I stare at her, taking a good look at her for the first time. I notice the dark circles under her eyes and how terribly thin she’s become.

  “I’m dropping out,” she informs me.

  I nod, thinking distance would be a good thing for everyone. “Where will you go?”

  Tears well up in her eyes, and she immediately turns her head away. “I can’t go home, but I can’t stay…”

  Her voice trails off. Something in her tone causes the hairs to stand up on the back of my neck. I know her family disowned her, but I don’t know the details.

  “Don’t do anything yet,” I insist.

  “There’s nothing for me here,” she states coldly, her voice void of all emotion.

  I suddenly have the terrible feeling she isn’t talking about college anymore. “Samantha, Thane will drop by to check on you after he takes care of Durov. Stay put until then.”

  She glides her hand down her bruised throat. “There’s no coming back from this. I’ve fucked up everything.”

  The finality in her voice chills me to the bone. “You’ll find a way to move forward. There’s always a way.”

  “Really?” She glances up at me. “Because I don’t believe you.”

  Rolling over on the bed, she turns her back to me and mutters, “You can go now.”

  “Let Durov decide what you should do. You owe him that.”

  I see her visibly shudder.

  “You hear me, Samantha?” When she remains silent, I demand, “Do you hear me?”

  I can’t leave until I have her promise.

  Several seconds later she mutters, “Yes…”

  After I leave the building, I head to the local deli and pay for them to deliver a bowl of warm soup to her room. It’s the only thing I can think of to help.

  I head to Durov’s dorm next and am surprised to find his door locked. So, I immediately call Thane. “Where are you?”

  “I’m heading over to Samantha’s. Where are you?”

  “I just left her to check on Durov, but he’s not here.”

  “Yeah, he needed time to think and took a walk.”

  “Are you sure he’s okay by himself?”

  “He promised me he won’t do anything.”

 

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