Page 18 of Caging Cessie (Submissives of Rawhide Ranch #20)

She grabbed the duvet, twisted it over her hands so she could hold it tight in her fists. Her back arched slightly as she breathed through her teeth.

“Spread your legs, Cessie.”

She didn’t realize she’d clamped her thighs together until he gave her the order.

She looked at him, but instead of his face her gaze fastened on what he held. It was a two-inch-long piece of ginger that hadn’t been peeled. He tipped it until she could see that one end had been cut, leaving a circle of exposed ginger flesh.

“What if I can’t take it?”

“I think you can take it. For me. Can’t you, baby?”

She whined low in her throat.

“Spread your legs. Spread them so wide that I can see your pretty clit.”

Instead of ordering her, he was coaxing, praising.

Panting through the pain, Cessie tucked her heels against her ass and let her knees fall open even further.

Leon sat on the mattress, torso pressing against the shin of the leg closest to him as he leaned over between her legs.

“Here we go, baby.” He gave her clit two soft strokes with his ungloved hand. “I want you to talk to me. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

Then he pressed the ginger to her clit.

At first it was just pressure. She was so needy that having any contact against her clit was first relief at finally receiving stimulation, then pleasure.

He held the ginger still, but she rocked her hips, getting the slightest friction. She stopped, realized what she was doing, and raised her head to look at him.

“I’m sorry, Master. I moved without permission. Actually, I’ve moved a lot without permission.” The burning in her anus and nipples only highlighted her disobedience.

“No, moving like that is just you communicating with me. Telling me what you’re feeling and what you need. You can rub your needy little clit on the ginger if you want.

Relief flooded her, and she rocked her hips, her clit rubbing against the slightly-rough surface of the cross-section of ginger.

The pleasure of the clit stimulation offset the now-intense burn in her ass and pain in her nipples.

“Talk to me, baby.”

“It hurts. It burns. Not just feels hot, but prickles. Burns.” The words were disjointed and almost unintelligible.

“I want it to stop and I want you to tell me I’m a bad girl.

That I have to keep it on longer. I want you to make it so my nipples and clit and ass ache all night so I’ll never forget that I’m yours.

” Her clit now felt hot. The edge of pain hot.

She stopped moving. “So, I’ll remember that at least sometimes you’ll forgive me. ”

Leon made a strangled noise, though she was only barely aware of what she’d said.

The sensation on her clit shifted from heat to burning, the pain sweeping from her sex up to the base of her spine and back. She arched her back while keeping her hips still and cried out, tears leaking from her eyes into the hair at her temples.

Instinct took over, and her hand shot out, grabbing his wrist. She tried to yank his hand away.

He grabbed the jess, wrapping it around his free hand, then pressing that hand low on her belly, effectively pinning her hand down too.

The pressure of his hand against her abdomen added a layer to the pleasure that lay under the surface of pain.

“Almost there, baby.”

“It hurts!”

“I know it does, and you’re taking it like such a good girl. Once your punishment is done, I’m going to rub your pretty little clit and you can come as many times as you want. If you’re able to.”

Her nipples were throbbing. It felt like they were glowing with heat. Her ass burned as her anus clenched and released, clenched and released.

Her clit felt raw and scaled. Her thigh muscles trembled and she was taking shallow breaths in an effort to hold still and not rub against the ginger.

“Cessie, talk to me.” Now it was an order.

“I wanted to rip the ginger off, shove you away, and run for a cold shower. I want you to tie me down so I can’t escape, gag me so I can’t use my safe word, and force me to take the pain.”

“Why?” The word was so soft she almost didn’t hear it over the panting sounds of her own breathing.

“Because I need it.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m ruining the best thing in my life and I don’t know how to stop myself.”

His phone chimed as the timer went off.

The ginger disappeared from her clit first, then he pulled out the plug, and finally he yanked the tape from her breasts. The whole thing took less than ten seconds.

She yelped as cold air hit her burning nipples, the areoles bumpy and tight, while her anus clenched down on nothing, which seemed to only increase the burn.

Cessie was alternately moaning in need and crying as pain rippled through her. She barely noticed as Leon slid onto the bed beside her, pulling her to him.

They ended in one of their favorite positions—him half-reclined with her on his lap, her legs spread over his. Just like for last night’s pussy spanking.

The position gave him access to her pussy and breasts, and he could whisper in her ear, or kiss her if she turned her face to his.

“The burning is going to peak in a few minutes,” he murmured. “It will last another fifteen or so minutes after that, but the heat will start to fade.”

Cessie inched a hand toward her sex, wanting to feel her own clit to see if it was as swollen and hot as it felt. He stopped her without a word, tucking her hand between their bodies which forced her to arch her back.

“I’m going to play with your clit.”

“It hurts!”

“I know it does. But it’s mine to play with, isn’t it?”

She whimpered but nodded.

“Do you trust me not to hurt you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you think I don’t know what the ginger did to you?”

“No, Master.”

“Then keep those legs spread so I have access to play with what belongs to me.”

Two now-bare fingers slid over her clit and she whimpered. They were slick with some kind of lube. Her hips jerked up, and she gasped—the barely-there stroke of his fingers felt like he’d touched a raw exposed nerve.

He stopped stroking when she jerked and twitched, sobbing. But left his fingers on her, pressing gently as her clit throbbed.

With that hand still, the other stroked her nipple. Again, she cried out, this time turning her face into his neck and jaw. His thumb gently rolled her nipple. Pain and pleasure slid like snakes through her.

“S-stop,” she whimpered.

“Where are you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Cessie, are you red?”

“N-no. No, I don’t think so, but it hurts.”

His thumb went still, touching but not manipulating her nipple. For a blessed moment there was nothing to deal with but the burn.

Cessie’s hips rolled, rubbing her clit against his fingers.

“Cessie?”

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “I need you to touch me.”

It didn’t make any sense, and she cried out in pain as he gently rubbed her clit, but she needed this.

The pleasure was faint and far away. The world seemed to float and spin around her, and though she’d closed her eyes, there were bursts of color in the darkness as he touched her.

Each breath she took smelled like him. His body was the heat she needed at her back because every inch of her that hadn’t been touched by ginger felt cold.

His fingers continued to work her clit, making her teeth clench as she whined out sounds of pain.

“Almost done, Cessie. Is the burn fading?”

It was starting to fade, but there was no relief, because fading pain made space for need. That faint pressure that had formed but not increased when he ordered her to fuck herself on the dildo was coiled tight not just in her body but in her soul.

“I don’t know if I can come like this. I-I feel raw.”

“You don’t need to come. You can if you want to. If you’re able. But what I want from you is this. You soft, vulnerable, taking everything I give you.”

He kissed her cheek, the corner of her jaw. Cessie turned her face, tipping it up, until her lips met his. His tongue fucked into her mouth, and her vagina clenched in need.

A swell of something that was neither pleasure nor pain filled her from the inside, like it was coating her skin from within.

His thumb brushed her aching nipple, his fingers worked her tender but no longer burning clit, and her ass ached like she’d spent hours being fucked there.

That strange feeling of fullness burst, like a popped balloon. It wasn’t an orgasm, but a different kind of release she had no name for. Physically, it expressed as a full body shiver, every muscle trembling as if she were standing naked in the snow.

“L-Leon,” she whispered, not understanding this reaction.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay.” He held her as she shivered and quaked against him, tears sliding from her eyes, his fingers never moving off her clit, while his other hand gently tweaked her burning nipples.

His phone chimed again. A second timer.

She went limp against him when his fingers stopped stimulating her erogenous zones. Fine tremors periodically shivered through her, but she was totally spent from a release she had no term for.

Leon whispered words of praise as he rolled her onto her side and slid out from under her.

In under two minutes he had them both beneath the covers, her tucked up against his side. It took ten minutes for the shivering to fully stop, and by then her eyes were closed.

As she drifted to sleep, she was aware of the residual ache in her most intimate places, but her last thought was that as much as he’d touched her, she still hadn’t come.