Bite Of Pain
Gemma's Release Excerpt by Becca Jameson
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“Are you comfortable?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He leaned over and kissed her. “Rest your forehead against the padding. Keep your arms and legs where they are. I’ll try out several types of impact toys, and we’ll figure out what you enjoy.”
She smiled before lowering her face.
He could feel her excitement. Most people would be scared. Not Gemma. She was intrigued. She trusted him. It was humbling.
Boyd gathered several floggers, paddles, crops, and canes and lined them up on another bench out of her line of sight.
Damon reached for the first, most supple, flogger and carried it toward her head. “Lift your head for a moment, baby. I want you to see what I’m going to use first.”
She tipped her head back and stared at the flogger as he stroked the leather strips.
“This one is very soft. I’ll start slow and build up. It will feel like a massage. It will help you relax and calm you. When we move on to some more painful implements, you’ll be prepared.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He cupped her breast through the stretchy black material. She was fully covered, but her nipples were hard points under his palm. When he stepped behind her, he eased the short, tight skirt over her ass so it settled around her waist, leaving her tanned cheeks exposed. The thong he’d provided her covered her tight rear hole and her pussy well enough.
He cupped her bottom and molded his hand to it, squeezing her soft skin before releasing it. He wasn’t nervous about the flogger. He knew she would enjoy it. She would probably squirm and beg him for something more painful. After all, his palm had more impact than this flogger.
After swinging it through the air a few times to establish a rhythm, he let the soft leather strips tease her bottom, enjoying the way she flinched. He didn’t stop because he knew he wasn’t causing her any undo stress. She just needed to get used to the feel of the flogger.
Back and forth, right and left, lower on her thighs and higher on her bottom. As her skin pinkened, he could hear her breathing heavier. Her butt cheeks clenched several times. She was aroused.
Damon increased the speed of each swat, causing a slight bite from each of the leather tails.
Gemma groaned. It was the sweetest sound. His girl really did like her impact play. He was glad, but he still wanted to be careful not to trigger her. Especially when it came to the crop.
Though Master J and his trainers had not struck the slaves hard enough to leave a mark or risk permanent lines on their skin, they did use crops to correct behavior, usually on the nipples or directly on the pussy. Damon would strike her harder than she’d been struck in the past because she enjoyed the bite of pain, but he needed to be very careful not to trigger her.
When he nodded toward Boyd, his friend handed him another flogger, one with heavier leather falls. Damon swapped it out and slowed his swings.
Gemma lifted her head, not looking back. She kept her gaze straight ahead. “Oh God, that feels so good.”
Damon continued, glancing at Robert every few strokes.
Robert was standing close to Gemma’s head, all of his attention on her expression and demeanor, making sure she wasn’t in distress.
Damon welcomed the second set of eyes. Gemma was not like any other submissive any of them had ever scened with.
Finished with the flogger, Damon handed it back to Boyd and stepped closer to set his hand on Gemma’s lower back and rub her warm cheeks. “How are you doing, baby?”
“So good.” Her body was relaxed and limp. He took that as a good sign. She might not know what subspace was, but she was slipping in that direction. He needed to be cautious about that too.
When he slid his fingers between her legs to check her thong, they came away soaked. She also arched her head back again and whimpered. All good signs.
Next, Boyd handed Damon a wooden paddle. He brought it around to show her. “I’m switching to a paddle now. The sting will be more intense. You ready?”
She licked her lips, nodded at him, and lowered her head again. “Yes, Sir.”
Once again, Damon started slow, tapping her bottom and the backs of her thighs as gently as possible before building up the intensity. He loved the way her skin was growing redder with every passing moment.
After giving her a firm swat, he paused and stepped closer to her head to stroke her neck. “How are you doing, baby?”
“So good. That feels amazing.”
He smiled. There was now very little doubt his girl enjoyed a certain level of pain beyond spanking. The question was how much could she endure?
Robert nodded at him, his way of letting him know he also believed her words and thought it was safe to continue.
Damon increased the pressure, the sound of each slap reverberating in the large space. With only four spectators standing close, none of them making a single sound, the paddle strikes seemed much louder than usual.
Since Gemma was still relaxed and showing no signs of using a safeword or moving her arms or legs, he swapped paddles with Boyd and changed the sensation a bit. This one would deliver a harder thud.
The first strike made her cry out.
Damon hesitated, his heart racing.
And then Gemma lifted her head and twisted around to look at him. “Don’t stop.”
He smiled and struck her again several more times, watching her sexy ass turn a darker red. He didn’t want to break the skin, but if she enjoyed the sting, he would be happy to swat her sexy bottom as often as she’d like.
In his mind, he immediately took that thought back. If Gemma had her way, she’d probably insist on him paddling her three times a day. That wouldn’t be safe. Her skin would need to heal for a few days after this level of impact play.
Finally, he returned the paddle and picked up the crop. He needed to test her ability to recognize the difference between Damon using it consensually and her former trainers using it for evil intent. There was no guarantee she could tolerate the crop, but that would be okay too.
“I want to try a crop on you, baby,” he said gently. “It might trigger you though. It’s important that you tell me if you don’t like the sensation. Remember, what happens between you and me is consensual.”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’m not using the crop to correct your behavior. I’m not going to strike you anywhere near your nipples or your clit. I’m going to use it to make your bottom sting just like the paddles and the floggers.”
She bit her lip and held back her response. Part of her wanted to tell him to go ahead and swat her clit. The crop was not going to trigger her. It was in Damon’s hand instead of the hand of some evil motherfucker. She could probably come if he tapped her clit with it. But she didn’t tell him that.
Her breath hitched when he dragged the soft leather tip across her heated skin. Every inch of her butt was on fire, a delicious sensation that was even better than any of the times he’d spanked her. Hot. Tingly. Every touch made her eyes roll back.
When he suddenly smacked the bottom swell of her ass cheek with the square flap of leather, she flinched. It hurt so good. She wrapped her fingers around the padded armrest to remind herself not to move. Her toes curled in her stilettos.
Damon was right. It was intense, reminding herself not to move. Harder than being restrained. He was also right that she probably shouldn’t ever let anyone restrain her. It might cause her to panic.
A long moan escaped her mouth when he swatted her other cheek in the same spot, shocking her as she realized the sound was coming from her. She held on tight to the armrests, but she felt herself oddly slipping into a strange place as if she were detaching from her body.
Two more swats dragged her deeper. She was tumbling into a weird state of bliss. All her focus was on the pain. It felt euphoric.
“Yes, Sir.”
He leaned over and kissed her. “Rest your forehead against the padding. Keep your arms and legs where they are. I’ll try out several types of impact toys, and we’ll figure out what you enjoy.”
She smiled before lowering her face.
He could feel her excitement. Most people would be scared. Not Gemma. She was intrigued. She trusted him. It was humbling.
Boyd gathered several floggers, paddles, crops, and canes and lined them up on another bench out of her line of sight.
Damon reached for the first, most supple, flogger and carried it toward her head. “Lift your head for a moment, baby. I want you to see what I’m going to use first.”
She tipped her head back and stared at the flogger as he stroked the leather strips.
“This one is very soft. I’ll start slow and build up. It will feel like a massage. It will help you relax and calm you. When we move on to some more painful implements, you’ll be prepared.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He cupped her breast through the stretchy black material. She was fully covered, but her nipples were hard points under his palm. When he stepped behind her, he eased the short, tight skirt over her ass so it settled around her waist, leaving her tanned cheeks exposed. The thong he’d provided her covered her tight rear hole and her pussy well enough.
He cupped her bottom and molded his hand to it, squeezing her soft skin before releasing it. He wasn’t nervous about the flogger. He knew she would enjoy it. She would probably squirm and beg him for something more painful. After all, his palm had more impact than this flogger.
After swinging it through the air a few times to establish a rhythm, he let the soft leather strips tease her bottom, enjoying the way she flinched. He didn’t stop because he knew he wasn’t causing her any undo stress. She just needed to get used to the feel of the flogger.
Back and forth, right and left, lower on her thighs and higher on her bottom. As her skin pinkened, he could hear her breathing heavier. Her butt cheeks clenched several times. She was aroused.
Damon increased the speed of each swat, causing a slight bite from each of the leather tails.
Gemma groaned. It was the sweetest sound. His girl really did like her impact play. He was glad, but he still wanted to be careful not to trigger her. Especially when it came to the crop.
Though Master J and his trainers had not struck the slaves hard enough to leave a mark or risk permanent lines on their skin, they did use crops to correct behavior, usually on the nipples or directly on the pussy. Damon would strike her harder than she’d been struck in the past because she enjoyed the bite of pain, but he needed to be very careful not to trigger her.
When he nodded toward Boyd, his friend handed him another flogger, one with heavier leather falls. Damon swapped it out and slowed his swings.
Gemma lifted her head, not looking back. She kept her gaze straight ahead. “Oh God, that feels so good.”
Damon continued, glancing at Robert every few strokes.
Robert was standing close to Gemma’s head, all of his attention on her expression and demeanor, making sure she wasn’t in distress.
Damon welcomed the second set of eyes. Gemma was not like any other submissive any of them had ever scened with.
Finished with the flogger, Damon handed it back to Boyd and stepped closer to set his hand on Gemma’s lower back and rub her warm cheeks. “How are you doing, baby?”
“So good.” Her body was relaxed and limp. He took that as a good sign. She might not know what subspace was, but she was slipping in that direction. He needed to be cautious about that too.
When he slid his fingers between her legs to check her thong, they came away soaked. She also arched her head back again and whimpered. All good signs.
Next, Boyd handed Damon a wooden paddle. He brought it around to show her. “I’m switching to a paddle now. The sting will be more intense. You ready?”
She licked her lips, nodded at him, and lowered her head again. “Yes, Sir.”
Once again, Damon started slow, tapping her bottom and the backs of her thighs as gently as possible before building up the intensity. He loved the way her skin was growing redder with every passing moment.
After giving her a firm swat, he paused and stepped closer to her head to stroke her neck. “How are you doing, baby?”
“So good. That feels amazing.”
He smiled. There was now very little doubt his girl enjoyed a certain level of pain beyond spanking. The question was how much could she endure?
Robert nodded at him, his way of letting him know he also believed her words and thought it was safe to continue.
Damon increased the pressure, the sound of each slap reverberating in the large space. With only four spectators standing close, none of them making a single sound, the paddle strikes seemed much louder than usual.
Since Gemma was still relaxed and showing no signs of using a safeword or moving her arms or legs, he swapped paddles with Boyd and changed the sensation a bit. This one would deliver a harder thud.
The first strike made her cry out.
Damon hesitated, his heart racing.
And then Gemma lifted her head and twisted around to look at him. “Don’t stop.”
He smiled and struck her again several more times, watching her sexy ass turn a darker red. He didn’t want to break the skin, but if she enjoyed the sting, he would be happy to swat her sexy bottom as often as she’d like.
In his mind, he immediately took that thought back. If Gemma had her way, she’d probably insist on him paddling her three times a day. That wouldn’t be safe. Her skin would need to heal for a few days after this level of impact play.
Finally, he returned the paddle and picked up the crop. He needed to test her ability to recognize the difference between Damon using it consensually and her former trainers using it for evil intent. There was no guarantee she could tolerate the crop, but that would be okay too.
“I want to try a crop on you, baby,” he said gently. “It might trigger you though. It’s important that you tell me if you don’t like the sensation. Remember, what happens between you and me is consensual.”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’m not using the crop to correct your behavior. I’m not going to strike you anywhere near your nipples or your clit. I’m going to use it to make your bottom sting just like the paddles and the floggers.”
She bit her lip and held back her response. Part of her wanted to tell him to go ahead and swat her clit. The crop was not going to trigger her. It was in Damon’s hand instead of the hand of some evil motherfucker. She could probably come if he tapped her clit with it. But she didn’t tell him that.
Her breath hitched when he dragged the soft leather tip across her heated skin. Every inch of her butt was on fire, a delicious sensation that was even better than any of the times he’d spanked her. Hot. Tingly. Every touch made her eyes roll back.
When he suddenly smacked the bottom swell of her ass cheek with the square flap of leather, she flinched. It hurt so good. She wrapped her fingers around the padded armrest to remind herself not to move. Her toes curled in her stilettos.
Damon was right. It was intense, reminding herself not to move. Harder than being restrained. He was also right that she probably shouldn’t ever let anyone restrain her. It might cause her to panic.
A long moan escaped her mouth when he swatted her other cheek in the same spot, shocking her as she realized the sound was coming from her. She held on tight to the armrests, but she felt herself oddly slipping into a strange place as if she were detaching from her body.
Two more swats dragged her deeper. She was tumbling into a weird state of bliss. All her focus was on the pain. It felt euphoric.