It'll Be An Adventure (Masters of the Shadowlands #15)(36)
Author: Cherise Sinclair

Even gritting her teeth couldn’t quiet the shriek.

 

“Ahhh,” the man exhaled in a long sound of satisfaction. “She’s delightful—and marks up like a dream. Thank you for the treat.”

 

Saxon actually chuckled. “Sure thing. Karl, teach the maid she’d best learn to serve our clientele without spilling.”

 

“She’ll never spill a drop again,” the rough-voiced sadist said. “Nice of Edward to leave that creamy ass for me.”

 

A second later, with a slapping sound, something struck her right buttock. The shocking sting drove her right up onto her toes.

 

“For comparison purposes, wench, that was my hand.” A moment later, he said, “And this is a birch rod.”

 

A multitude of flaring hurt exploded across her butt. “Oh god!”

 

“No talking.” He hit her harder.

 

She clamped her jaw down, her lips pressed tight to muffle the yelp she couldn’t suppress.

 

Ow, ow, ow. It hurt in so many places.

 

“I’m going to beat you until your ass is in shreds,” he growled.

 

What? Panic flared worse than all the pain. Heart hammering, she yanked on her restrained arms, trying to escape the blows that continued.

 

And continued.

 

It felt like thousands of wasps were stinging all over her skin, and god, it hurt so bad! Tears blurred her eyes, sobs wrenched from her. “Stop! Please.”

 

And he did.

 

He did.

 

More sobs choked her as he laughed. “I want to read the book when she’s done.”

 

And then Saxon was there, beside her. “Shhh, shhh. All done. They’re gone.”

 

She couldn’t move, couldn’t feel anything except the pain. “Am…am I bleeding?”

 

He shook his head. “No, sweetling. No skin was shredded. You have red lines across your back and some welts on your ass.”

 

“It felt—it felt like it was ripping my skin away.” She pulled in a breath. Welts and lines—she could deal with that. “Whyever would anyone want to be hurt for fun?”

 

“Ah, now, that has a lot of different answers.” He gently wiped the wetness off her face. “Serious masochists enjoy—even need—pain much like a bookworm needs to read. Even more people like how pain when mixed with arousal can heighten their pleasure.”

 

She shook her head. “I’m finding that hard to believe.”

 

“Because this session was all about having you terrified and hurting.”

 

“You certainly succeeded at that.” She pulled in a slow breath as her heart rate slowed.

 

Saxon leaned his shoulder against the stone wall as if ready to simply talk for a while. While she stood there naked.

 

With her on the low platform, their eyes were at the same level. He studied her face. “Would you like me to show you the other side of pain?”

 

“What’s on the other side of pain?” She cringed a little. “I don’t think I can take—”

 

“No, there’s no need to beat on you any longer.” A corner of his mouth tipped up. “The other side of pain is pleasure, my sweet.”

 

When he ran a finger down her cheek, everything inside her started to go liquid.

 

“Sex?”

 

His eyes lit with the same wicked mischief as the other night when he’d asked if she wanted to go to bed with him. “I’ve got you strung up with a nice red ass. Seems a shame not to make use of a pretty little maid.”

 

Make use of me?

 

He leaned in, kissing her gently. His hand in her hair restrained her as he explored her mouth, turning the kiss to a thorough penetration, as the sultry flutters deep inside her began to dance.

 

He stepped back, running a finger along her jaw, then down her neck. And paused.

 

Her nipples went tight, aching to be touched. Her voice came out throaty. “Here?”

 

His lips curved. “You’ll get the full experience of being taken while restrained. In public.”

 

People could see them. Sex… “In public.” Her words came out hoarse.

 

Needy.

 

And he didn’t plan to release her. She’d be…pinned. Helpless. Heat rose in her so strong and fast that the whole room felt like a sauna.

 

His eyes crinkled. “I need a word, Murphy.”

 

“Yes.”

 

His next kiss was so very gentle, so very sweet, even as his fingers curled over her jaw, holding her still. He nibbled on her lips, teased with his tongue, then probed deeply—and never let her move.

 

The platform under her feet turned to quicksand, and she was sinking fast.

 

Wanting to touch him, she pulled at her wrists, and her arms only rattled the chains.

 

She couldn’t move. Couldn’t do…anything.

 

“You’re trapped, little maid.” Chuckling, he slid his free hand between her and the cold wall, teasing her breasts as he kissed her. His palm felt hot against her stone-chilled bare skin.

 

Lightly, he tugged at nipples already sore from Karl’s pinching. Only the pain from the abused flesh now felt different…a hot kind of pleasure…as Saxon ran his finger around the swollen areola.

 

The moan from deep inside her was a plea for more. Her lower half had turned molten, her clit throbbing.

 

The lips that took her were tipped up in a smile. “Hold on, sweetling.”

 

He moved behind her and ran his hands up and down the calves of her widespread legs. Moved up more and made her all too aware of how widely spread her legs were. Of how wet she was just from being kissed.

 

“Did you know the platform puts you at just the right height.” She heard a zipper, the crinkle of a condom wrapper, then his cock pressed against her wet pussy.

 

And with one merciless thrust, he filled her completely.

 

“Ahhh!” She went up on tiptoes, but there was no escape. He was throbbing and hard and hot inside her.

 

She panted.

 

He was right behind her, pressed against her, and her skin felt too sensitive, as if it was too tight for her body.

 

Deliberately, he rubbed his groin and hips against her welted bottom, and she gasped at the flare of raw pain…only, somehow, it wasn’t quite pain. And, oh, her clit almost hurt with the need to be touched.