Flesh: Part Twelve (The Flesh Series Book 12) (6 page)

“
Here. I have
something to soothe the burn. Go sit on the bench,” he tells me
before standing to return to the closet.

I do as I'm told,
pulling myself up off of the floor. Just moving makes me wince. The
pain from the blow is lasting, and I know that it probably will be
for days. If he didn't break the skin, then he at the very least
bruised me deeply. It makes me wonder how many other women bear his
mark. How many women are walking around right now with proof that
he's touched them? The thought hurts, but not half as much as the
thought of putting myself through this kind of abuse again. Because
that's what it is for someone who doesn't enjoy it.

Lucian returns to me
with a small black bottle of cream. He straddles the bench behind me
and starts rubbing it on my back. The burn almost instantly subsides,
replaced by a cool tingling sensation. I sigh in relief though it's
only physical. Inside, I feel defeated.

When he's done
putting the cream on my back, he closes the bottle and kisses the
nape of my neck, sliding up behind me and wrapping his arms around
me. “I'm so sorry, Amy. Will you ever forgive me?”

“
You're
forgiven.” I place my hand on top of his. “You warned me
that it would be like this.”

“
I didn't even
do my worst, to be honest. That was pretty mild.”

I grunt. The part of
me that thinks he's just being arrogant doesn't want to believe him,
but I have a feeling deep down inside that he's telling the truth. I
saw the monster standing before me, the man who is capable of
unspeakable horrors. I never want to see that person again. Not ever.

“
I'm sorry
too.” I give his hand a gentle squeeze.

“
For what?”

“
I don't
know.” I sigh, looking at the ceiling. For doubting him? For
asking him to give up Flesh? I dare not say it though. I don't want
to talk about Flesh. I kind of just want to go home and go to sleep.
Being choked and lashed is exhausting. “I think I'm going to
get dressed.” I stand to gather my clothes.

To my surprise,
Lucian gets up and blocks me.

“
What are you
doing?” I quirk an eyebrow at him.

“
You can't
leave like this?”

“
Lucian, I'm
tired.” I bring my hand to my face, showing my exhaustion.

“
I know, but I
refuse to let you go until I make this better.”

“
You can make
it better some other time.”

“
No. Tonight.”
He grabs my wrists, but there's nothing forceful about it. When I
look up at him, there's determination etched in his features. “I
can't allow you to leave here feeling this way about the lifestyle.
It would not only be a disservice to you, but also to BDSM, in
general.”

“
I've had
enough of the lifestyle for one night.” I smile at him softly.

“
Please, Amy.
For me.” His expression is pleading, and I have a feeling that
he's not going to let this go.

“
Fine,”
I relent, my shoulders slumping.

“
Same rules as
before. Just not as rough.” He locks eyes with me and shakes
his head slowly as if he knows that it's important for him to clarify
that.

“
Not rough at
all, I hope.” I pull out of his grasp and hug myself, feeling
uneasy. I seriously can't take anymore pain tonight.

“
You'll enjoy
this, I promise. Now come.” He holds his hand out to me, and I
apprehensively take it, following him to some sort of metal stand.

Lucian rounds me to
unfasten my collar, and I feel the sting from where he choked me.
It's nothing like the sensations still trailing through my back, but
it's still a reminder that he recently hurt me.

You wanted him
to. You told him to.
I have to keep reminding myself of that. For
as much as I want to feel like a victim, I really wasn't. Not this
time.

“
Turn around
and put your back up against the stand.” He tosses my collar
onto the floor and puts a hand on the black bar pointing straight to
the ceiling.

I frown at the
device the second I realize that it has its own attached collar. And
this one is metal. From one uncomfortable situation to another.

It takes everything
in me not to sigh as I place my back against the cold metal rod.
Lucian quickly gets to work fastening me to it, though he leaves me a
generous amount of space on all of my bonds.

The device demands
total submission. Submission to a level I've not yet felt. Not only
is there a metal collar around my neck, but there are also metal
shackles that keep my arms held slightly behind my back, and ankle
cuffs that force my legs apart. I already know that if I lean too
far, the thing will topple over with me in it. The only thing keeping
me grounded is my weight on the metal platform below my feet. It's
probably sturdier than it looks, but I never trust such things.

“
Are you
comfortable?” Lucian asks when he finishes restraining me.

“
As
comfortable as one can be in such a position.” I can't seem to
keep the snark out of my tone. Perhaps it's the exhaustion wearing on
me. The part of me that actually wanted to be submissive to him is
beginning to fade. Now I'm just getting cranky.

“
Good. I want
you to be comfortable.” He lifts a hand to caress my cheek, and
I stare into his eyes, looking for the sadism that was there before.
It's gone now. I can see compassion, and I'm thankful for it. Perhaps
this won't be so bad after all.

Lucian presses his
thumb lightly against my lips before trailing it down my chin, over
my neck, and between my breasts. I inhale deeply when he gets to my
stomach, sucking in, and he smirks. No matter how many times he tells
me to stop being self-conscious, I doubt I'll ever be able to change.
I just feel so fat standing here in front of him. So imperfect.

“
Everything
from this point on is going to be about your pleasure.” He
switches between his thumb and his index finger to trail the rest of
the way down before stopping at my mound.

Knowing
that his hand is so close to my pussy makes my body thrum with
arousal. I yearn to be touched, but I'm too lazy to beg for it. All I
want to do is relax and enjoy whatever he has planned for me. If it
is enjoyable, that is. I'm still questioning that inside my head—not
quite sure if I can trust him.

His
hand leaves me, and he returns to the closet. I watch his back,
feeling a tightness in my chest. There's no telling what he's going
to pull out next.

My
eyes fall to the strap on the floor, the one he hit me with. Long
thick brown leather. I will remember it for the rest of my life. Fear
it for the rest of my life. Hate it for the rest of my life. It's a
good thing he keeps this door locked. Otherwise, I might sneak in and
burn it. No one should ever be struck with something so brutal.

Lucian
closes the closet door, drawing my attention back up to him. In one
hand, he has a black metal bar with a conical basket attached to it.
In the other, a massager very similar to a Hitachi magic wand. A
blush covers my cheeks as I begin to put the pieces together.

Then
he begins to put the pieces together, literally, screwing the bar
between my legs. I can't even look at him while he does it. With the
rest of the stand assembled, he slides the vibrator into its holder.
His fingers gently part my pussy lips, making sure that the head of
the massager is pressing against my clit. There's a wicked grin
playing across his face, probably because he knows there's no way
that I couldn't get pleasure from the thing.

“
Do
you know what this is?” He grabs the cord hanging from the
massager and plugs it into the wall. Then he returns to me, holding a
dial in his hand. It's a clever construction. He can control the
vibrator while still having free range to walk a short distance
around me.

“
It's
a...Hitachi magic wand?” I hesitate.

“
It's
a forced orgasm tower.”

I
gulp, my blood bubbling with anticipation. Already, my clit is firing
off tiny contractions, completely unmerited from the lack of
stimulation. My hormones are revving up against my will, my body
yearning for the pleasure to come. I deserve it after all he put me
through. Maybe I needed this more than I thought.

“
A
forced orgasm tower,” I parrot the words back to him
absentmindedly.

“
Mhm.”
He walks behind me, and I can feel my pulse quicken.

He pulls my ponytail
over my shoulder, his fingertips whispering across the skin there. I
shiver from his sensual touch. The second I feel his breath on my
neck followed by a tender kiss, my eyes grow hooded. Just like that,
I'm in the mood again.

The fact that he has
this kind of power over my body is incredible. Only moments ago, I
was sure that nothing would make me happier than to go home and crawl
into bed. Now, I'm at the edge of my proverbial seat. I want this. I
feel like I shouldn't, but I do. I want these intimate moments with
him. I want to please him and for him to please me. I want to heal
from the pain he caused me.

Lucian presses his
body against me, his free hand sliding over my ribcage before it cups
my breast. I close my eyes, fearing that he's going to squeeze me
painfully hard, but he doesn't. His touch is as tender as his kiss,
gently kneading, sending tendrils of pleasure to my nether region.

I allow a soft groan
to slip between my lips, praying that he doesn't take it as an
invitation to hurt me. I can feel the starchy material of his suit
rubbing against my back. Where he lashed me, it causes the slightest
throb of pain though it's nothing unbearable.

“
I've wanted
to have you like this for so long,” he whispers. “To
bring you in here and show you pleasures you never imagined.”

I don't know what to
say, so I don't say anything. I just soak in everything that's going
on. The feel of his big strong hands touching me, the soft rubbing of
the massager head against my clit whenever I move. Oh yes, I'm
definitely getting hot.

“
You're so
beautiful when you come, Amy. I've been longing to see it all night.
And now I'm going to. I'm going to see it as many times as I want.”

With the flick of
the dial, the vibrator begins its assault on my core. A heady gasp
whooshes out of my lungs as he goes directly from stop to sonic
speed. I pull my hips back, but there's no room to escape. Lucian's
grip tightens on my breast, his fingertips pinching at my nipple. My
body folds in euphoric bliss, the orgasm coming on so quickly that I
see stars.

Lucian
is very in tune with everything going on. He turns the vibrator off
and slips his hand between my legs, his forefinger pressing and
massaging over my clit, feeling the contractions roll against his
skin. He moans softly into my ear, which only makes my orgasm that
much more intense.

It
feels so good to know that he's focused on my pleasure instead of my
pain. This is how the lifestyle should be. This is my realm of BDSM,
the world that I could get lost in with him forever.

I
pant, my fingernails digging into my palms as my body begins to calm.
I'm embarrassed that it took him more time to strap me into the stand
than it did for me to have an orgasm. It almost seems like a waste.

“
That
was incredible,” I mumble between breaths.

“
I'm
glad you think so, because this is only the beginning.”

From the Author

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