amusement. The situation was ridiculous, but it turned me on.
“You’ve got seven more,” he said.
“What?”
“You’ve earned ten lashings for disobeying me. That’s three. You’ve got seven more left. Count them out.”
The whip cracked into my back.
“Four…” I gasped.
Again and again the whip cut across my skin.
“Five… six…” I moaned loudly.
The pain and pleasure mixed inside me like a violent storm. One second, I felt the pain was too intense, the next, I craved the lash so strongly I felt like I would go mad if Alex didn’t whip me.
The whip cracked again, cutting across my backside.
“Seven…” I said weakly.
My voice was hoarse. It was becoming harder to count.
“Is this too much for you, princess?”
I straightened my back. “No, sir.”
He whipped me again.
“Eight…”
“I can’t hear you.”
The leather thong cut into my shoulders.
“Nine!”
This was it. The last blow. Disappointment and relief flooded me. There was something about BDSM that made partners of opposing emotions. My pussy throbbed for more, but my head said, “Enough!”
The whip cut across my back from my shoulder down to my hip.
“Ten,” I cried out.
I was on the verge of cumming. Suddenly, Alex was before me pulling down my underwear. He lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist.
Our naked chests pressed together; his hands dug into my ass. He stared deeply into my eyes as he drove his cock inside me. His hot breath was on my neck as he grunted. Our bodies felt entangled.
I squeezed Alex between my thighs as his cock throbbed inside me. The chains rattled as my body swayed.
Alex’s thick cock filled the space inside me completely. I found myself counting his thrusts inside my head. Two… three… I lost count as an orgasm took hold of me.
Flesh rubbed against flesh; sweat dripped down his chest onto mine. The metal cuffs dug into my wrists. I arched my back and leaned into him so he could penetrate me deeply.
As quickly as it had begun, it was over. We came together.
My legs fell limply to the floor. Alex wrapped an arm around my waist as he unlocked the handcuffs. I fell against him, exhausted.
He ran his hand across my back, tracing the lash marks with his fingers. He kissed my neck and sat me down on the spanking bench.
“I’ll be right back,” he said. “I’m going to get you a drink and a balm for your back.”
I nodded absently and watched as he put on his shirt and left the room.
I stretched. My skin felt raw, but the pain wasn’t unpleasant. Strange. I looked at my clothes on the floor. Should I dress? Maybe Alex wanted another round. I wasn’t sure that I was up for it; it had been a long night. Then I remembered: my story. I had nothing to work with. There was no way Alex would let me interview a girl or do the digging I needed to do.
I rose on shaky legs and searched for my bra. It had disappeared after Alex removed it. Forgetting the bra, I pulled on my velvet dress. I didn’t have much time. I peeked out the door. Alex was nowhere in sight.
A bodyguard leaned against the wall. “Everything alright?” he asked.
“Fine.”
I stepped out of the room. Ivy was talking to a girl at the end of the hall. I headed in the opposite direction. I didn’t want to get cornered by her. Besides, I knew she and Alex were somewhat close. They’d arranged to set me up earlier.
I slipped back into the club. Two girls in bondage gear stepped down from the stage. It looked as if I’d just missed a performance. I followed after them as they headed into a back room.
A guard put up a hand stopping me.
“Employees only.”
The girls looked at me curiously.
“Oh, I’m applying for a job,” I said.
“Have you talked to Ivy?”
“Yeah- she told me to wait in the back.”
The guard hesitated, but let me pass. I slipped behind a curtain. I looked over my shoulder. Alex was nowhere in sight. He was going to wonder why I ran off. I’d explain later. My top