Chapter 37

"Julian, please, I'm sorry!" I plead, desperate to make him stop. "Please, I'm sorry I was prying. Please, I won't do it again, I won't—"

"Of course you will, my pet," he whispers in my ear, his breath warm on my neck. "You're as curious as a little cat. But sometimes you should let things slide. For your own good, you understand?"

"Yes! Yes, I do. Please, Julian—"

"Shh," he soothes, kissing my neck again. "You need to accept your punishment like a good girl." And with that, he pulls back again, leaving my back and buttocks exposed to him.

I try to scramble away, but he catches my legs, holding my ankles together with one hand. He's strong, far stronger than I could've imagined, because he's able to hold my flailing legs with just one arm while whipping me with the other.

I can hear the swishing sound his prop makes, and I can't help the screams that escape my throat each time it lands on my ass. My butt and thighs feel like they're on fire, and the blindfold is soaked with my tears. I want it to stop, I'm begging him to stop, but Julian is immune to my pleas.

It seems to go on forever, until I'm too hoarse to scream and too exhausted to struggle. I can't even gather enough energy to keep my muscles tense, and somehow that seems to help the pain. I relax further, make my body go limp, and the pain becomes more manageable, each lash feeling less like a bite and more like a stroke.

As the whipping proceeds, my world seems to narrow until nothing exists outside of the present moment. I'm not thinking anymore; I'm simply feeling, simply being. There's something surreal, yet incredibly addictive in the experience. Each swish brings with it a sharp sensation that pulls me deeper into this strange state, making me feel like I'm floating. The pain is no longer unbearable; instead it's comforting in some perverse way. It's grounding me, providing me with what I need at that moment. A warm glow spreads throughout my body, and all my worries, all my fears disappear. It's a high unlike anything I've ever experienced before.

When Julian finally stops and unties me, I cling to him, trembling all over. Without the blindfold and the restraints, I feel lost, overwhelmed. As though knowing what I need, he pulls me onto his lap and cradles me gently in his arms, letting me cry against his shoulder until I no longer feel like I'm going to fall apart.

After a while, I become cognizant of the hard length of his erection pressing into my buttocks, which are sore and throbbing from the whipping. The little toy he put in my ass before is still there, lodged securely inside me, and I realize that the warm glow within me is different now, more sexual in nature.

Apparently sensing the shift in my mood, Julian carefully lifts me and positions me so that I'm facing him while straddling his lap. My hands are on his shoulders, and I can feel the powerful muscles playing under his skin. With my thighs spread wide, the tip of his cock presses against my sex. The smooth head slides between my folds and rubs against my clit, intensifying my arousal. I moan, my head arching back, and he slowly enters me, penetrating me inch by slow inch. With the toy in my ass, he feels even bigger than usual, and I gasp as he goes deeper, filling me with his thickness.