Chapter 17

Snap.

As soon as Pete sent that delicious whip’s slender leather tails slapping into my back, the world wobbled.

“Yes!” tore from my lips. Of course, I remembered how long it would take to heal.

From so very deep inside me, a most wondrous blaze unfurled to embrace the slicing pain across my oil-slick skin. The padded metal frame thrummed as I shuddered against it. My fingers clenched its thick shackles.

Snap.

That mystical blaze flared, curled around the newest painful cuts, and flung lightning through me. With a cry, I ground my tits into the padding. As I mauled them, their rubbery stems squeaked, adding to the rising crescendo. Pete took a step; the tails whizzed.

Snap.

Searing flames across my butt. It’d been so long. Tears trickled down my cheeks. I wanted to describe ... To tell him ... How much I’d missed ... But no words would come. Not that I’d have spoken, anyway. Old habits had returned.

As soon as the leather lifted from my shaking cheeks, I struggled for air when my body slapped into the frame. Burning heat uncurled once more, so far inside. With me shimmying tight against the padding, rivulets raced down my trembling legs. As droplets of perspiration slid and tumbled down my body, my swaying head dangled, sweeping matted tresses along my quivering shoulders.

Again, that marvelous whizzing neared.

Snap.

The other cheek burned. Fresh slices unleashed more delicious pain to curl ever tighter around the searing heat. Together again after so many years, they stoked immense waves of pleasure. While trying to breathe, all I could do was shudder, my head rolling and insides aflame with building need.

Time warped as he continued to play those magical tails across my swaying form. Strike after measured strike snapped across my skin. Never too hard. And rather than Evan’s angry shouts, Pete was silent. I could imagine his assessing gaze guiding each meticulous hit.

At long last, he stepped from me. Well-trained, other than the first cry, I’d been silent but for heavy, rapid breathing. But once it was over, whimper after mewling whimper left me. While relishing the painful wounds, my body craved more. As my pulse continued to pound, the camera still whirred beyond his footfalls.

“Very good, baby girl.”

When his massive hand settled onto my shoulder—I’m sure to comfort me—his touch was more than I could take. As soon as his fingertips landed, my body ignited into flames of pleasure. At last, a scream tore from my upturned lips. My fluttering eyelashes scraped against the blindfold as colored stars and rainbows erupted in the dark.

With wave after wave smashing me into the frame, a gasp flew from Pete. Enveloping me, his body slid against me once more. It didn’t help. When his sweaty chest pressed into the fresh cuts, it added to their intense burning. Ever louder screams tore from me as crescendoing pain wrapped each energetic wave of pleasure.

For the first time in years, I was adrift on those long-lost twins.

Although his fingers once more clamped my twitching, clawing digits, the screams kept flying from my wide lips. Over and over, my body, pulsating inside and slamming between the leather and his body, exploded.

When his powerful legs again straddled mine, the back of his other hand brushed my ass cheek. Massive, rounded fullness pierced me.

“Oh!” flew from me, silencing the cries.

All I could do was whimper as Pete’s rod drove my folds apart and bored through the tight gate, shoving my clenching insides out of its way.

At long last.

While that enormous shaft kept sinking, stretching me further with every slow inch, my whimpers became deeper moans. In a smear of tacky drool, my teeth gnawed and slid across the padding.

When the flaming heat of Pete’s groan blasted my shoulder, the universe detonated. In the darkness before my wide eyes, all colors merged into a spiraling rainbow. Wave after wave pummeled my slapping frame.

As I struggled to breathe, time slowed. Pete continued driving upwards. Until he wasn’t. Although his hips were still not against my shaking butt, that colossal thumping dome was already lodged firm. Then, as my scorched insides fluttered, he once again rocked, pushing further inch by inch. After each pause for me to adjust, that delicious sleek pulsing rod sank deeper.

Except ... A shuddering gasp slid from me. He wasn’t the one moving.

Just as before, my hips were rocking back towards him, devouring his cock. That mighty beast was being conquered with every long, shallow sway of my pelvis. Once I’d mashed into his firm waist, Pete nuzzled into my hair.

“Perfect fit, baby girl.” After placing his lips onto my taut neck, he pushed forward, pinning me to the frame and sinking the very last of himself into me.

With a soft sigh, he stopped. As our breathing raced, I couldn’t move other than to squirm my oil-slick body between him and the sweat-coated padding. For the longest time, we stayed united as one being. His heartbeat both hammered my back and pounded farther inside me than any other man.

“Thanks, baby girl. I just wanted to be sure, before the next step.”

As my seared brain tried to understand what he’d said, the mass left me. An immense void remained in its slurping wake.

In complete silence, he peeled from my body and stepped away. As soon as that massive knob tugged free of me, a sluicing wave of juices flowed down my trembling legs.

Correction. Only my juice.

Pete had abandoned me. Again! As I struggled for air, my eyes watered. From deep in my core, sobbing erupted.

“Wouldn’t want to make a cheater of you, baby girl. That ain’t right.”

As my fingers clawed at the leather, my sobs became wails.

Cheater! I’d just let him whip me through who knew how many orgasms. While naked. And strapped to the fucking wall. Pete’s gigantic throbbing dick had been inside me. Mouth and cunt. I already was a filthy, dirty, cheating wife!

All those thoughts swirled with every tattered emotion into a ball of pure misery. As I wept, he dressed before releasing the restraints and easing me from the frame. With sobs wracking my body, he said nothing. Delores must have felt this. Except I’d heard her screaming. He’d definitely fucked her! The lucky bitch. Why not me?

Oh, I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Why? Training. With Pete’s fingers at my neck once more, I was in a different world. One I adored. And missed.