Initiation into Submission: High Protocol
The crack of his whip...her initiation into submission.
Evelyn Larsen is numb. She’s lost her job, her lover…and herself. She doesn’t want love or passion, but she does want to feel again. She wants the pain of BDSM…even if it means she’ll have to endure the pleasure.
Businessman and Dom, Alex Ferraro isn’t interested in anything more than scenes in his dungeon. But the haunting look in Evelyn’s eyes draws him in. Under his control, he could set her free. But once his, will he be able to let her go?
He grasped a pair of leather manacles. He pressed his lips to her pulse point before wrapping the leather securely around her wrist. “Remember, your safeword stops everything.”
An audible swallow, then she nodded.
“Submission doesn’t make you weak.” He led her to a steel wall. D-rings, spaced twelve inches apart, ran parallel to the ceiling. More hooks, approximately ten feet apart ran vertically up the wall. To the left, a selection of chains dangled from large C-hooks, and to the right, an assortment of whips hung from their handles.
Evelyn’s eyes widened as she crossed in front of the whips and then stared at the cold steel.
“This is what you want?” he asked.
She bowed her head. Her chest rose and fell with her rapid, shallow breathing. “Yes.”
“The first strike will take your breath.” He whispered close to her ear, grazing his lips along her neck. “The second will sting.” He took her wrist and pulled a section of chain through the metal ring on the manacle. “Turn around.”
She faced the wall, trembling.
“Are you afraid?”
Evelyn licked her lips. “Yes.” She glanced into his eyes. “But not of you. And not of the pain. I want you to hurt me.” Her gaze pleaded with him to understand. “But I’m afraid you won’t.”
“I’ll hurt you so long as the pain brings you pleasure. I won’t abuse you.” Did she understand there was a difference? He leaned in and touched the seam of her lips with his tongue. She sucked in a sharp little inhale.
Alex stretched the chains to the D-hooks above her. She rested her forehead against the cool steel, her arms creating a wide V over her head. He repeated the process to her legs, spreading them just wider than shoulder width apart and then chaining her to the wall.
He trailed his fingers over the round curve of her smooth, heart-shaped ass. His fingers trailed lower, sliding between her thighs. “I want to touch you here.” His finger slid between her folds.
She rolled her forehead, side to side, against the steel.
He paused. “Is that a no?” He waited for her to answer.
“Whip me first,” she whispered.
Alex had several whips, but the thirty-six-inch bullwhip with the hard, leather wrapped handle and the woven tail gave him the most control. One stinging stripe at a time. He cracked the whip against the wall. She jumped, a little yelp slipping from her at the startling sound. He curled his fingers around the warm leather and struck the wall again in the same spot. He wanted her to see, from the arc of the woven tail, he mastered control of the whip.
He flipped his arm to the side. The tail whistled through the quiet room and painted a line across the flat of her scapula. Evelyn moaned, and her shoulders bunched. Another stripe landed one inch below the first.
Her hands tightened into fists.
The next three snaps of the whip came in quick succession.
Evelyn cried out, her body pressing against the cold steel.
Sweat slipped along his spine, and his cock hardened. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Powerful in her acceptance of the pain. He repeated the strikes to mark her left side. The bright red flesh puckered with thin precision welts, creating a perfectly symmetrical pattern of ridges.
Evelyn gasped. She sank her teeth into her lower lip.
Alex dropped the whip, crossed the space, and crashed his lips onto hers. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, stealing her breath and relishing in her submission. His fist tangled in her hair as he ate at her mouth, sliding his tongue against hers. He growled, gently biting her lower lip, the same way she’d bitten down during the thrashes.