Page 51 of Vengeance of Childhood Proportions (Till Death Do Us Part #7)
Chapter Forty-One
Mal
Pleasure. It was like my little owl had no concept of what the word truly meant or how to achieve it. My guilt over the misunderstanding about her participation in impact play was still very much present, but I was putting it aside for now so I could figure out my little owl’s true desires.
Valentino continued speaking, “But as I said, before we can discuss the contract, there’s something else we need to address first.
“Dani, your history aside, why did you feel pain was more important than bondage?”
I was studying her face, so I saw her confusion easily. She glanced down at me before her eyes went back to Valentino. “I don’t understand.”
“You were able to express your limits about bondage, and your Master has made accommodations for them that satisfy both of you. Why is it that you felt you could not tell him how you are not affected by pain? Why was pain what you felt your Master wanted from you?”
I waited, a bit impatient, as she gathered her thoughts.
Though Valentino had asked the question, my little owl looked at me to answer, which meant more to me than I could currently express.
“I didn’t think you wanted to harm me, and I know that pain and pleasure go together.
I’ve seen it a lot downstairs when I dance.
I thought that I could still get pleasure from it and still give you something you desired. ”
Scowling, I reached for her lean hip and pinched her skin.
“Ow!” she jumped in my arms. “Hey, what was that for?”
I stared at her meaningfully. “I didn’t enjoy that either, Little Owl. Are you orgasming right now? Did that feel good ? Are you able to suppress it and feel pleasure?”
“Mal,” Valentino scolded.
I forced myself not to glare at him too. I was barely holding on by a thread, though holding my little owl in my arms was offering me some of my control back. “I’m sorry, Little Owl. That was uncalled for.”
I rubbed the spot I’d pinched soothingly—then jumped when she pinched me back.
“Children,” Valentino warned. “I will separate you two if I have to.”
I narrowed my eyes on my little owl, to which she stuck her tongue out at me. Fuck, if we were alone… The things I wanted to do to that tongue.
Valentino cleared his throat. “Dani, I think this is the core of your misconception. Pain is not a requirement in BDSM any more than bondage is. There are masochists out there. You are currently roommates with one of the most practiced ones I know, but again, not pointing fingers. I think with your history as well as watching Master Kade practice, you drew an inaccurate conclusion. Now, if Master Mal was a practicing masochist, and got aroused by such practices, then I would suggest the two of you part ways. Clearly, you would not be the submissive for him and he would not be the right Master for you. However, I have known Master Mal a long time. He enjoys pain, but he does not require it. Just as he does not require bondage.”
I brought her attention back to me. “Pain is not the only way to achieve pleasure, Little Owl. Have you ever heard of pleasure torture or edging?”
She shook her head. “I mean, I know about edging but not the other one.”
“Edging falls under pleasure torture.” I dropped my hand down to her knee, rubbing the sensitive nerves often forgotten back there.
Her surprised gasp told me she hadn’t known about the erogenous zone.
I leaned my face closer, not quite touching her lips.
“Pet, I can show you a world of pleasure without ever picking up a whip. Will you let me?”
Her nipples puckered under my black shirt and I loved hearing the catch in her voice as she moaned out her answer, “ Please …”