Once Dylan was out of sight, Ari’s composure crumbled as her body slumped to the floor. The thud of her heart reverberated within her chest cavity as emotions poured out of her pain-laden body. Not limited to where the riding crop struck, the emotional agony left behind tore through her worse than expected. Prior to this, the thought of a spanking during sex had excited her. Without sight, the blinding fear of Dylan’s whip ignited a flood of sensations she couldn’t comprehend. How wrong was she to think she was ready for any of this?
Lady Katrina called Dylan a “baby” in the world of Dommes. If that was only a step into the shallow end of the BDSM pool, she didn’t think she could handle being tossed into the deep end with sharks. She’d drown in pain from someone like Lady Katrina taking control of her body. As she lay there, recovering from the emotional intensity of her first taste of domination, she couldn’t help but notice the heat building between her legs. It wasn’t only her sex that burned, so did her breasts. She wrapped her arms around herself to shield against the vivid sensations of the crop assaulting her tender skin over and over.
In that moment, she pictured Dylan’s deep brown eyes seeping into her skin with a look of admiration, much like the painted she-devil did toward the waiting submissive. The painting might not have shown the unseen force behind the succubus, like a conscience in her ear calling her the baby of a devil. Someone not worthy of wielding a tail-whip. Dylan’s validity as a Domme might not have come into question if Lady Katrina had not been present. They might have dabbled in pain while succumbing to more pleasure.
Instead, her mind raced back to the job—the actual one Terry hired her for—and how he had said things that happened within these walls went beyond consent. Dylan told her not to use her safe word. Perhaps they said that to all the girls. It was quite possible the true story wasn’t about the lack of consent but, instead, the deep competition that existed between the employees. Like vying for the title of the strongest Domme? It might explain the animosity between Cooper and Dylan and now Lady Katrina.
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