Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
With a tight grip on the switch, I got ready and approached her a final time. Because this was gonna do it—I was so sure. I knew just how, too.
In a swift movement, I squeezed the bottle and threw the water over her face and upper body, and the second she gasped, I flicked the switch with as much force as my wrist could pack. The strands slapped against the underside of her left arm, and I didn’t stop. I went for every sensitive area, from her underarms and stomach to the insides of her thighs and her feet.
Her mouth was open in a silent scream, and then it finally came. A piercing yet hoarse, choked-out scream that racked her body.
I continued.
She screamed.
I shifted the impact to her tits, right across her nipples, and the scream morphed into sobbing.
There we go, sweetheart.
Waterdrops rolled down her abused flesh, as did tears down her face.
I drew a deep breath, power and control surging within me.
“Give me your color, Nora,” I ordered.
“G-greeeeen!” she wailed brokenly. “God-fucking-dammit, det gör så j-jävla ont!”
In English, please?
“You fucking Sadist!” she sobbed.
That’s better.
I grinned, out of breath, and peered back at Ash.
He nodded once, satisfied.
We’d gotten our answers.
The whole experience was so fucking elating that I hadn’t even begun to process what I was feeling. I was riding a strange high, and it was time to come back down from it.
While Ash did away with the implements we’d used, I focused solely on Nora.
I removed the blindfold first.
“You did so well, baby.” I kissed her tear-streaked cheek and eased my hands along her arms, a silent way of preparing her for the restraints to come off. One by one, I undid the shackles, and her arms fell heavily.
I gathered them around my neck, and Ash was quick to release her ankles.
Nora whimpered and cried, her body trembling against mine, and I decided to change our plans. Aftercare in the cabin would have to come after a shower upstairs.
“Can you meet us back at the cabin?” I asked Ash. “I’m gonna take her upstairs first.”
“Yeah, of course.” He dipped down and pressed a quick kiss to Nora’s temple. “I’ll see you soon, kiddo. You in the mood for cocoa or Coke?”
I wasn’t surprised one bit to discover he’d already quizzed her about aftercare preferences.
“Coke, please,” she cried.
“I’ll get shit sorted. She’ll need some extra energy too,” Ash said.
I nodded, and then we parted ways.
She didn’t have much strength at the moment, so I activated the wheelchair lift on the stairs and held her close to me the whole way up.
“Such a good girl.” I pressed kisses to the side of her head and gently rubbed her arms. “Tell me what you need the most right now.”
She sniffled and wiped fruitlessly at her cheeks. “I don’t know. I-I can’t stop crying.”
“Let it all out. You don’t have to decide anything—but if you think or something, you’ll let me know?”
She nodded.
“Good. In the meantime, I’ll take over,” I murmured, ushering her off the lift and into the nearest shower room. “We’re gonna take a nice, lukewarm shower, and you tell me when we get to the perfect temperature.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” she whimpered. “On the cold side, please.”
I’d figured. Those welts had to feel like a blaze of fire by now.
After stripping her down, I guided her to one of the showers. We had no stalls here, just one shower after another on both sides. All white tile.
I held the showerhead away from her until the water was a cold-ish lukewarm, and then I held out her hand.
“Wanna try this first?” I asked.
She answered silently by stepping closer, so I slowly moved the gush of water over her body, and she shivered violently.
“Too cold?”
She shook her head. “N-no, it feels good.” Even so, she was trembling quite a bit, so I’d be careful. “That was so sadistic with the water you splashed on me.”
I smiled and winced simultaneously. “I had a feeling it would do the trick, but I can’t take credit. I think Ash wanted to see how you responded to shock.”
“Credit or blame?” she grumbled.
I laughed softly and hugged her to me, effectively soaking my top and my shorts.
She was a competitive girl. She’d received the shock at a good time, in my opinion. It was possible her stubbornness wasn’t always her friend. If someone pushed themselves too far, they invited more risks.
Ash had undoubtedly drawn the same conclusion.
Reaching for one of the two soap dispensers nearest us, I made sure to pick the one for sensitive skin. It was literally made for babies with diaper rashes, and Tate and the other masos swore by it. There were no suds. Just a gentle cream with a cooling agent.
“Is it a habit of yours to prove to yourself how much pain you can take?” I murmured.