Fuck. My safe word.
Swan.
I never had one with Ares; he never gave me that choice.Can I use it?Does it actually hold the power they tell me it does, and do I really want to? They’re just a few harmless questions. Violet and Atticus promise something very real, and Ares is just a dream, a nightmare really.
Swan. Say it, and you could be back in your apartment. Alone. Unsatisfied, but safe.
Say it.
I shake my head. “No. Please?”
“Answer the fucking question, baby girl. When did you realize you liked what your Sir did to you?”
“The first time,” I shout, my voice cracking with humiliation as tears run down my face. “He put me over his knee and spanked me raw, and I came all over his fingers.”
Her short peal of laughter rings out through the room. “Yes! And do you know why you came?”
“Because he forced me.”
She shakes her head. “No, beautiful girl. You came because you were born for this. Submissive is what you are, and I would bet my freedom that submissive is what you’ve always been. You just needed someone to show you.”
A sob tears free of my throat and Violet lies over me, kissing the tears on my cheeks.
“Shh, baby girl. We never have to speak of him again, but I needed you to know, he didn’t make you this way. You were born to it, just like the rest of us, and there is nothing wrong with that.”
She kisses my lips, softly at first, tenderly, but as I open to her and she slips her tongue inside my mouth, I feel her shift gears from a gentle, compassionate lover to Mistress Violet who wants my pain, who will seek it out the way Ares and Atticus have. She rocks her hips, her pubic bone rubbing against my own and causing heat and lust to spark in my center.
Too soon, she lifts her body off me and climbs from the bed. Violet walks over to a tall armoire and opens the doors. Around her small frame, I see so many beautiful implements of torture, all red, all leather, and all very much Violet.
She chooses a fine cane that has ice spreading through my veins at the sight of it, a strap-on, lube, and what I assume are nipple clamps but none like I’ve ever seen. They’re affixed with a chain, and the silver clamp looks like a leaf’s skeleton.
Violet smiles at my apprehension and sets her toys down on the bed at my feet. All except the clamps. “Have you ever used clover clamps before?”
I glance at the apparatus in her hands and swallow hard. “No, Mistress.”
“Then you’re in for a treat.”
“What she means is you’re in for a lot of pain.” Atticus’ grin is smug.Sadist. “They’re fucking brutal.”
“Is that what you want, baby girl? A lot of pain?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly. “Please, Mistress.”
Violet raises her brows in an “I told you so” expression and pokes her tongue out at her Sir.
Atticus chuckles. “Careful what you wish for, little ballerina. And you, my little whore,” he says to Violet, with a firm slap on her ass. “You should be careful you don’t wind up over my knee.”
“Maybe over your knee is what I was going for.” She winks and shimmies closer to the bed, bending over me and no doubt giving Atticus the perfect view. Her tits are in my face, and my hands are tied, but my mouth is not gagged. I reach up and grab the tassels on one of her pasties and tug. It comes free, and Violet lets out a little squeak of surprise. “Naughty, naughty little sub.”
She shoves her nipple in my mouth, and I don’t have to be told to suck. I roll my tongue around her areola, drawing a deep moan from her. I wish my hands were unbound and I was free to touch.Would I have the courage to be so bold?I don’t know. Either way, I’m not finding out because Atticus holds my wrists firmly with just one of his hands. Violet pinches my nipple hard and attaches one of the clamps. The pain is blinding. I scream, unprepared for the torture. These are so much worse than any clamp Ares ever used.
“I told you they hurt.”
“It’s too much. It’s too fucking much,” I scream, my whole body contorting with the pain.
“Don’t be a baby, baby,” Violet says, and rubs my other nipple, kneading my breast. “Just breathe. Soon you’ll be fucked so hard you’ll be drowning in both pain and pleasure, and you’ll forget all about something as insignificant as a couple of little nipple clamps.”
I shake my head. “I can’t.”