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“That’s the only intel I have so far,” Mom shares. “Roman Kholodov. That’s his name.”
With her signal, a guard opens the heavy metal door. Instantly, I’m hit with the smell of sandalwood incense and notice that the harsh overhead fluorescent lights are off. They’re replaced by candles glowing around the room and floor lamps in the corners.
I know what she’s doing.
She’s relaxing our captive. Seducing him.
We enter the room, and I keep my face emotionless, noting how she’s added a pillow and blankets to his iron bed. How she’s taken him out of his humiliating position on the floor. With the help of her guards, she’s strapped him, naked, to a padded Saint Andrew’s Cross propped against the wall.
“We have guests, my toy,” Mom tells him, aiming for her table of whips and gear while Ruby stands dutifully by my side, across the room from him.
But Ruby doesn’t seem afraid. Hell no, she’s fascinated, and I fight the roll of my eyes.
“Oh my God,” she mutters to me. “It’s genetic.”
She meansthat. His big, erect dick, jutting before him. I can’t avoid it, and she’s right. Size runs in the family.
“Greet them,” Mom commands him.
“Yes, Domina,” he answers, proudly standing spread-eagled with his ankles and wrists bound to the X cross. “Good …evening,” he guesses the time of day, looking me dead in the eye.
“I told my guests,” Mom picks up a leather flogger and a feather tickler, “what a bad toy you’ve been. How I play with you, yet you still won’t please me with answers.”
For minutes, she flogs him, one lash after another across his bare thighs, leaving angry welts behind. But he doesn’t cry out in pain. His lips part with euphoria. Though his muscles tense at her stinging flogs, his face is relaxed, his smile satisfied by her torture.
He loves this.
And why do I get the feeling…
He’s falling in love with my mom.
I’d be disgusted if my mother hadn’t raised me as an open-minded adult. I don’t judge kinks, and I want this intel.
“I’m not pleased, my toy. You like my pain too much,” Mom scolds him. “You like them seeing your discipline, don’t you? How you can’t be broken. So what if…” She crooks her finger at Ruby. “We break you in the softest way?”
On cue, Ruby approaches my mom, and every muscle in my body tenses. Though our captive is bound, if he escapes. If he lays a hand on her or my mom, I’ll slice his neck open and pour salt down his throat.
“This is my princess,” Mom says of Ruby. “Isn’t she beautiful? I’m training her, and you’re going to like it too much, how her feathers feel.”
She hands the tickler to Ruby, who glances back at me for permission, and I nod.
Fuck it.I trust Ruby, and my mom knows what she’s doing. And I want to know how Roman Kholodov found us.
“Show him, my princess,” Mom speaks regally to Ruby. “Show him how a woman can break a strong man like him with a feather.”
It’s the last thing a man like him wants. Me, too.
With a wicked grin, Ruby tickles red feathers under the shaft of his soaring cock and he groans, his left thigh suddenly shaking.
“Please, Domina,” he begs, dropping his head. “Don’t make me.”
“But we can’t make you, can we?” Mom gestures to Ruby to do it more. “We can’t cut you or beat it out of you, so what if we show you how easily you can be broken by the simple touch from a woman?”
Inspired, Ruby barely dusts the feathers over the swollen head of his cock, making Roman grunt and me snarl, “Come on my woman and I’ll cut it off.”
Fuck, I’m going to punish her tonight for this and we’ll both love it.
Then again, Ruby’s never looked more beautiful to me. Ruling like my mother. Ruthless in her protection for us. No matter what it takes, feathers or fights, Ruby would start a war for us.