She stood shakily on her feet.
Jacob grabbed the leash swaying between her breasts and pulled her along. Toward his playroom. He found the switch. The warm glow of the lights illuminated the dark interior of the room, dark wood paneling matching hardwood floors.
Jane’s pulse spiked, seeing his familiar implements and toys hanging meticulously on the walls.
“Do you remember the first time I brought you in here?” Jacob asked her.
“Yes, Sir. You ordered me to clean all your tools.”
Even if there wasn’t a spot of dust on any of them, she didn’t add. That remark would only lead to a worse punishment. He was a meticulous, organized man. A clean freak. It was only later that Jane realized he’d wanted to familiarize her with his equipment. Over the next few months, there were more additions, toys they picked together.
“You acted like a little brat,” Jacob commented. Jane must’ve imagined the fondness in his tone because the Jacob she knew didn’t tease or flirt. He was all business.
He let go of the leash and started surveying his impressive wall. She shivered and stayed where she was. Jacob ran his fingers over the handles of riding crops, a variety of braided whips, floggers.
Jane’s imagination went on overdrive. She saw him using every single tool on her, could visualize the distinctive marks made by each one on her skin. Her gaze lingered on the heavy-bound red leather book lying carelessly on the small table next to the only comfortable furniture in the room—his armchair. After every session, Jacob liked to take pictures of his work. If he was in a generous mood, he let her sit by his feet. They’d look at the book together, relive those intense moments again. Jane at her most vulnerable, at her most free.
That book would never leave this room, Jacob promised her. It was for their private enjoyment. Something that was theirs.
Another snap made her blink. Jacob had returned. Her mind had started to drift but reality sank in as she saw what he slapped over his palm. The bamboo cane made a sharp, whistling sound in the air.
Jane broke out in a cold sweat. He only used that one time on her. She hated his guts afterward and couldn’t sit down properly for days. Worse, he’d broken her down completely. The pain remained branded forever in her head. Jane wasn’t a pain slut. She derived her pleasure from humiliation. She swallowed, took deep breaths.
“Do you have anything to say to me, sub?” he asked her.
He slapped the cane over his palm again. Jane couldn’t help but flinch. Jacob would never hurt her, not in the true sense of the word. She knew he tested every single tool on his own skin first before ever trying them on her.
“No, Sir,” she whispered.
“Spanking bench. Now.”
Jane arranged herself on the bench, allowing herself to be completely at his mercy. The kiss of the soft leather against her bare flesh always felt erotic. Despite the threat of the cane, anticipation surged through her entire body. Her tits pebbled. Jane grew embarrassingly wet again as he locked the cuffs over her wrists and ankles, restraining her completely. She couldn’t move a single inch.
Jacob walked in front of her, no longer holding the whip but another familiar instrument. One of Jane’s favorites. He let the falls, the tails of the flogger, caress her face. They also picked this toy together. Made of half-deer skin and oiled leather, it could produce two different sensations. Imagination ignited. Jane could already imagine the impact of the material on her bare skin. The pink marks they left behind on her skin. Jane breathed easily. Of course, he wouldn’t use that brutal tool on her right away. He’d warm her up first.
Jacob knelt in front of her, cupping her cheek. “Remind me again. What’s your safeword?”
As if Jane would ever forget, but Jacob always played by the rules. He was a careful Dom that way.
“Red.”
“Nice and simple.” Jacob brushed his thumb over her lower lip. Jane didn’t know what made her close her lips over it and suck on his finger. Jacob stared at her, not saying anything, not reprimanding her. How many times had he let her get away with disobedience tonight?
She no longer let that little detail bother her. His playroom was her sanctuary. She wanted to lose herself in his punishments. In here, time was frozen, non-existent.
Jane stopped what she was doing. Jacob chuckled to himself, pulled his thumb away, and stood back up. He positioned himself behind her. She barely felt the first blow as he let the flogger fly. A moan spilled from her lips as a stinging sensation started from her ass and spread to the rest of her. Her clit tingled. Her pussy grew wetter.
Jacob paused. “Where are we, sub?”
“Green.”
Jane squirmed in her restraints as Jacob delivered blow after blow. He never hit her in the same place. Jacob wielded the toy with expert precision. Jane floated out of her body and entered subspace. He painted her ass cheeks red, tickled her inner thighs and the soft folds of her cunt. Jane gasped. The sounds the flogger made changed as the tails turned wet with her cum.
A well-aimed flick of the tails to her clit made her gasp. He stopped hitting her. Jacob grasped her punished, sore ass and plunged his cock deep inside her. She moaned, coming all over his cock as he continued to rut her. Her mind remained locked in a pleasure-filled haze as Jacob pulled out of her, his cum dripping down her leg.
He appeared in front of her, dangling the flogger’s tips in front of her face. Jane knew what he wanted. She licked her need off the leather, felt his big hand in her hair, stroking her like one would do to a well-loved pet.
“Good girl,” he murmured.