Page 118 of Masters of Pleasure
Smack.
Avery gasped, her body jerking more out of surprise than pain, though that slap had enough force behind it to sting.
“Shit!Sorry!”
“No, that was good,” she said, twisting her head to look over her shoulder.Any amusement she’d been feeling evaporated at the sight of Nick’s expression.He looked more than frustrated—he looked unhappy.He wasn’t enjoying this, not even on an entertainment level.
Dammit.
Her heart sank.Maybe this wouldn’t work.
That would be okay, though, right?She could get by with clamps and bondage.They didn’t have to do impact play.
“Harder, Connor.You won’t break her.Morganlikesit.”The hard crack of flesh against flesh that followed Mistress Julie’s admonishment was accompanied by a low moan from Morgan.Avery’s body clenched in envy, and a shiver went down her spine.“Isn’t that right, Morgan?”
“Yes, Mistress.”Morgan looked up at Connor.“Harder, please, Master Connor.”
This time, under Mistress Julie’s stern gaze, Connor gave Morgan a nice, hard swat, the sound nearly equaling that of Mistress Julie’s demonstration.Morgan moaned again, lifting her bottom in the air.The hesitant consternation on Connor’s face smoothed to relief.
Hmmm.
Avery looked over her shoulder at Nick again, wiggling to catch his attention, so he met her gaze.
“I liked that, Master Nick.Harder, please.”
For a moment, she thought he wouldn’t do it.His head lifted, and his eyes darted back and forth as if he was looking to see if anyone was watching him.Finally, he lifted his hand and brought it down on the opposite side of her ass, catching the other cheek directly in the center.
She let her head drop, moaning rather than crying out since she wasn’t surprised this time.
“Yes, just like that.”Normally, Avery wasn’t a big talker during sex, but if positive reinforcement helped him feel better, she could do that.She could tell it worked with Connor—he was spanking Morgan audibly now.Mistress Julie’s heels clicked against the wooden stage floor as she turned back to Nick and Avery.
As she approached, Nick brought his hand down again, hard enough to make Avery shriek.That was so much better.Her hips pushed up, hoping he’d bring his hand down again with the same force.
“Very good,” Mistress Julie said approvingly, curving to move past them and over to Q and Iris.
Nick
If only Mistress Julie’s approval made him feel better, though Avery’s reaction did, a little.
She wants this.
Logically, he knew it.She’d told him, and he could see it in her body language.
Yet he couldn’t shake the feeling he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to.Guilt welled when he looked at the pink splotches on her ass, and his cock perked up.
Beating a woman isn’t supposed to be sexy.
The problem wasn’t that he disliked what he was doing but that he liked it too much.He didn’t want to hurt Avery… yet he did.He wanted to slap her ass harder, to do it again and again until her ass was a bright, hot red, and she was crying out and begging him to stop.The idea made his cock as hard as it had been last night when she’d knelt in front of him and presented him with the nipple clamps.
Yeah, because you’re a sick fuck.
No, I’m not.Do you think Q or Connor are sick fucks?Or Olivia or Law or Julie?
They seem like pretty normal people.You, on the other hand… you like this too much.
The internal war with himself wasn’t going well.He hated the way it was making him feel.Hated feeling that when Avery made a noise, everyone was looking at him, judging him.Seeing him as a fucked-up piece of shit who enjoyed beating a woman.
It’s spanking.It’s different.
