Page 69 of Cruel Pleasures

“Ahh!” I cry out as the first clamp goes on. He does it in a single motion, pinching my nipple between his fingers and sliding it between the clip’s teeth.

A blip of pain flashes in the tips of my breast and then quickly travels to the rest. I suck on my bottom lip to hold in the rest of my whiny sounds and stand still as he fixes on the second clamp.

“Simply exquisite,” he says, stepping back. He can’t resist himself and reaches out to fondle my left breast. The tweak he gives only intensifies the pain radiating in the mound of flesh. “How is it, bunny? Good? Bad? Tell me the truth.”

“Painful,” I choke out.

“You really do hate being limited to options, don’t you? You hate being told what to do. But don’t worry. I’ve got the perfect instrument to correct that disobedience.”

His shoes thud as he returns to the case he’s brought in with him. He produces a large flogger with dozens of leather strips that dangle precariously from the handle.

My eyes widen. “Warden, please.”

“Ut,” he scolds. “Did I ask you a question, bunny?”

Shit.

My stomach pits and I shake my head to the best of my ability. “No.”

“My job tonight is to extract information. Any information you might’ve learned in your time infiltrating this club. Any information you might have from enemies of this club.”

“I don’t have any info. I came alone. I just want to GOOO!”

The last word leaves me as a scream as he thwacks the leather flogger against my pussy. It’s a warning swat. Though not excessive, it’s hard enough that my pussy throbs in response. Breath sputters out of me in thick puffs as I eyeball him like a madman.

“You are inherently stubborn, bunny. You’d think you’d catch on by now. I ask the questions. You answer yes or no… or, if permitted, with the detail I’m requesting. It’s quite simple.” He walks around me with the flogger behind his back. “Did someone send you an invitation to this event?”

“Yes.”

“Who would that be?”

“F-Francesco,” I stutter. “I contacted him.”

“How?”

“On Cyber Fans. I used my friend’s account.”

“That makes sense,” he answers. “And what happened to Francesco? He never showed.”

“I don’t know.”

I flinch in preparation for the hit. The leather comes down in a swift smack against the inside of my thigh. The pain’s sharp and burning and makes me seize up.

“You must know.”

“I swear I don’t.”

The flogger kisses my skin again. This time landing on my breasts that already ache from the nipple clamps, doubling the pain. He hits my pussy again, then stomach, then back to my pussy and inner thighs. The hot, searing sensation intensifies as my high remains. I’m not the only thing swaying in the binds of the rope. The room itself feels like it’s on an axis, spinning away.

But as the Warden brings the flogger down more times than worth counting and I scream out promises I’m being honest, I’m aroused. My pussy’s dripping, throbbing for every lash he gives me. Every cruel kiss of the leather as the flogger bears down on me and sharp pain flickers through me. I squirm in the binds to piss him off more and he punishes me for it.

I scream out again as the flogger crashes down on my quivering stomach and let my head dangle upside down.

Pleasure has begun to pulse through me, surpassing any smarting from the pain. The once white walls begin to color different shades and patterns. Some kind of kaleidoscope of color driven by the spice in my system.

Now I see why the room is white.

It lets my imagination take hold.