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  Evi explained that the spanking horse was one of his many pieces of erotic furniture. However, it was the only one that he had specifically ordered to be made mobile. Its size and mobility allowed him to use his favorite prop in various places in the manor, unlike the larger racks and tables closeted away in a room across the house.

  Celia lay facedown on the horse, her leather-cuffed hands attached to the front D-ring and her ankles in leather shackles attached to the knee rests on either side. A rubber ring gag held her mouth open wide but left her with a rudimentary ability to speak.

  Resting her cheek on a small white towel, Celia anxiously eyed Evi’s lissome tread as he circled her, obviously reveling in the sight of her exposed body. He moved like a feral cat, his stride reminding her of a prowling beast stalking its prey.

  He had already explained the rules of the game to her again, namely that she wasn’t allowed to move, orgasm or speak unless she needed to use the safe word or was asked a direct question. He was giving her another chance to prove herself, and any infraction of either rule would result in increasingly more painful punishments.

  As if testing her, Evi left her in that position for half an hour while he lounged in his Chesterfield, sipping cognac and watching her. The minutes ticked on, and Celia gained a smug sense of satisfaction from her ability to withstand making any sounds or movements. She was just stubborn enough to endure pain to prove that she could outlast his punishments.

  Seeming to lose interest in waiting, Evi drained his snifter and rose from his chair. She watched as he entered the closet and then rolled out a metal tray similar to those found in hospitals, strategically placing it in front of her. He laid a white towel on the shiny surface and then began retrieving devious implements from the closet.

  Celia warily eyed the arsenal of toys on display. There was a red suede flogger, a plain wooden ruler, a bundle of rattan canes, a thin schoolmaster’s cane, a black-handled Wartenberg wheel, wooden clothespins clipped to a black ribbon, a purple vibrator, two anal plugs of varying widths, a black egg-shaped vibe and an industrial-sized bottle of water-based lube. She couldn’t quite figure out how the string of connected black carabiners fit in with the rest of the items.

  Swallowing nervously, she wondered which of those devices would be used on her.

  She didn’t have to wait to find out.

  “I’m giving you permission to make small movements but absolutely no noise. Do you understand?”

  She gave a tiny nod, watching apprehensively as he picked up the connected carabiners and clipped one end to the front D-ring to which her wrists were cuffed. Unlatching her leather wrist cuffs, he hooked them both to the opposite end of the carabiner string. This provided enough length for her to sit up slightly, and he immediately instructed her to do so. Rising to her elbows, she used her arms to support her upper body.

  Although enjoying her new position, she cautiously regarded Evi as he pried two clothespins from the ribbon. He palmed her right breast, purposefully brushing his fingertips against the inflamed marks left behind from their wax play. Tugging her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he placed a clothespin on the mocha skin, carefully applying it to the areola.

  She gasped when she felt the bite of the clothespin, and he made a tsking sound before smacking her right ass cheek with his flat palm. This time she made no noise but did flex her calves as the stinging sensation spread.

  At a torturously languid pace, Evi applied a clothespin to her left nipple and then moved around her body, randomly clamping bits of her flesh between the coarse pads of the clothespins. They clung to the skin between some of her fingers and toes, to her ribs and even the sides of her breasts. Although the pain was intense at first, it quickly began to dull.

  Celia was smart enough to realize that the unpleasant pressure would be nothing compared to the sting of flooding blood that would result when they were eventually removed.

  Apparently satisfied with his handiwork, Evi stepped back and considered what to use next. He settled on the Wartenberg wheel, a spiked pinwheel that would create deliciously prickly sensations on Celia’s skin.

  Even before the thorny metal wheel touched her skin, she knew exactly where he was going to start—the soles of her feet. Keeping all noise contained, Celia bucked as much as her restraints would allow, fighting to remove her feet from the prickly path. It was a useless battle though. Every time she moved, it only encouraged him to remain in the same area, running the device slowly up and down the bottoms of her feet until she was panting and shaking.

  Just like the wax and ice cubes, the painful sensations caused by the Wartenberg wheel were transferred to her clit. She could feel the hot wetness gathering between her thighs and knew it was only a matter of time until Evi smelled or saw the evidence of her arousal. Once he realized she was turned on by the pain, she was certain he would continue torturing her.

  Abandoning her feet, he rolled the pinwheel up her left calf and thigh, across her ass cheeks, and down her right thigh and calf. He repeated that path twice more before zigzagging the tool across her back.

  When he began pulling it down her left arm, she tightened her jaw, just waiting to feel the metal points on her breast. Evi didn’t disappoint. When he’d had his fill of watching her strain against her cuffs as he circled her tender breasts with the wheel, he tossed it aside.

  “I’m revoking your right to move.”

  That was all he had to say. Celia understood that the original rules applied again. She wondered if this was all some elaborate plan to set her up for failure by forbidding her to move, then allowing it and then taking it away again. He knew she would grow confused and make a mistake, thus earning a punishment.

  What a sneaky bastard!

  Retrieving the red suede flogger from the tray bearing his arsenal of toys, he barely touched her back with the soft tips. She shivered as goose bumps pricked her flesh. With the lightest amount of force, he teasingly swatted her ass, moving the flogging strips from cheek to cheek. The suede licked her thighs and then her shoulders. Inevitably she squirmed, and he increased the tempo and force of his flogging until she learned to stay still.

  Eyes closed, she exhaled slowly. This game was going to be the hardest to play but she was determined to succeed in staving off the sensations building in her belly. For Bianca, she reminded herself.

  ***

  With his first lesson taught, Evi walked around to the front of the horse and probed her vulnerable mouth with the leather handle of the flogger. Even with the ring behind her teeth, Celia made an effort to simulate fellatio on the handle, her tongue awkwardly licking the stiff hilt. Her wholehearted attempt pleased him so he gently patted the crown of her head.

  “That’s a good girl,” Evi devilishly cooed. The defiance flashing in her gaze thrilled him, made his chest tighten and groin quiver.

  He returned the flogger to the tray and picked up a slim purple vibrator. Circling her, he flicked every clothespin he passed, paying special attention to the pair clamping her nipples. He knew that each flick was sending intense shards of pain through her body and probably making her clit pulse.

  “What’s this? Are you wet for me?” Evi asked, standing behind her and gazing between her spread legs.

  As she processed his statement, he watched the embarrassed clench of her thighs and toes. He suddenly wished he had more time with her so he could teach her that there was no shame in her body’s reaction to his treatment.

  Evi tenderly probed her sex, widening the lips with splayed fingers before forcefully sliding the vibrator into her passage. Celia bucked, and Evi brought his flattened palm down upon the crest of her ass, leaving a fiery warning imprint.

  “Are you going to move again?”

  “No,” Celia managed to say, holding her body as still as possible.

  “Good girl,” Evi murmured, starting to move the vibrator in and out of her pussy. After a few thrusts, he twisted the controller at the bottom end, choosing a medium setting that
was fast enough to arouse but not quite speedy enough to make her climax. His hand rested on her bottom, and he could feel her muscles contracting as she fought to control her body.

  If her physical condition was any indicator of her stamina, he would have to up his game.

  Leaving the vibrator safely tucked inside her channel, he spread her ass, delving into the fissure. With a pointed finger, he swiped the tight aperture hidden there, and Celia gasped and rocked with surprise. Again his hand clapped her cheek while his finger circled and probed. Straightening, Evi smeared a little of her own pussy nectar onto the puckered rosebud.

  No fool, Celia moaned in objection but remained perfectly still.

  “Do you want me to stop?” Evi questioned as his finger gently prodded her virgin bottom. He could tell it was uncharted territory by the way it proved difficult to penetrate, and the way she tensed so rigidly.

  When there was no reply, he continued. So as not to cause any unnecessary pain, Evi moved at a snail’s pace, allowing her to adjust to the feeling of intrusion. After some time, he squirted a dollop of lubricant onto her skin and worked his fingers through it before slipping a second finger into her anus, spreading the fingers a few millimeters at a time to prepare her for what he intended to place there next.

  With the fingers of one hand buried to the knuckle, he used the other to move the vibrator in and out of her. Her heavy breathing spurred his actions and soon she was pushing back against him to encourage his fingering. Evi knew that she was ready for the next step.

  First, though, he had to punish her for moving. After doling out yet another round of hand spanking that left her bottom rosy red, he withdrew his fingers. He chose the thinnest tapered anal plug from the tray and slathered the black rubber with clear lubricant before pushing it into the space his fingers had occupied. Thrusting the plug in and out, he widened her slightly more pliant rosebud.

  Though she managed to restrict her movement, Celia failed to control the primal sounds radiating from her mouth. He knew the vibrator shaking inside her pussy had mitigated the discomfort caused by the anal intrusion, making the entire experience unbelievably pleasurable.

  After the smaller plug failed to incite any further moans, Evi switched to a thicker one, slathering lube on its red shaft before stabbing it into her bottom. The remotely controlled vibrator embedded in its center elicited a cry of surprise and a tiny jump from Celia when it began to buzz inside her. Rather than his hands or a flogger, Evi used a wooden ruler to apply punishment for her movement, striking the backs of her thighs a few times. Skin stinging, she growled.

  But it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to see her writhe, to fight for control. He had to know how far he could push her. Would she be willing to orgasm and accept his punishment, which was bound to be more painful, or would she beg for mercy and utter the safe word? It all boiled down to how badly she wanted the blade. Surely if it were only for money, she wouldn’t risk the pain.

  He grabbed a small bullet vibrator from the tray, dialed up the vibration on the wireless remote and pressed it against her swollen clitoris. Instantly, Celia screeched, her spine stretching, her nose pointed toward the sky. Using his free hand, Evi incessantly smacked her thighs with the ruler, the loud cracks ricocheting off the walls. Still, she spasmodically clenched and panted.

  Insane with lust at the helpless sight before him, Evi snatched the purple vibrator from her pussy and shoved his bare cock right into her, suddenly very glad he’d had the horse built to accommodate his height. Slick with her arousal, his cock was squeezed by her strong inner muscles. Every second that she succeeded in holding her orgasm at bay was another second that he was in absolute ecstasy. With each swing of the ruler, his dick throbbed inside her. The fact that she hadn’t yet uttered the safe word convinced him that she was enjoying this just as much as he. He would give her ultimate pleasure yet.

  “Don’t come without my permission,” he barked, secretly wishing she would climax right then. The prospect of handing out another punishment drove him almost to the point of delirium.

  “Please,” she begged, the word mangled by the ring in her mouth. “Please!”

  “Say topaz, Celia. Say it and I’ll let you come without repercussion.”

  Shaking her head, Celia refused to submit. Evi discarded the ruler and reached around to her front, yanking the clothespins from her nipples and making her screech. Still, he continued pumping into her with punishing speed and depth.

  “Say topaz, Celia! Topaz! Say it!”

  “NO!”

  Convulsing, Celia came hard, a guttural scream roaring from her mouth. Evi kept the bullet pressed against her clit and in combination with the anal vibration and vaginal fucking, she came again.

  He forced one more orgasm from her contorted body before finally showing mercy and dropping the bullet vibrator. Very slowly, he removed his rock-hard penis and then the anal plug. She shivered at the latter’s removal.

  As he walked back to the front of the spanking horse, his cock stood at attention, her juices running down the shaft and gathering in his pubic hair. He snatched the clothespins from her body and she shivered with each. Lifting her sagging head, he shoved his shiny cock toward her mouth.

  “I want you to suck it clean,” he sternly ordered.

  She contritely complied, brushing her velvety tongue up and down his shaft, removing her cream from his skin. When he was clean, he reluctantly pulled free from her mouth, deciding to delay his pleasure.

  Staring at his selection of punishing implements, he made a choice and grasped the leather handle of a schoolmaster’s cane. Settling on a total of ten whacks—two per orgasm and another four for all the times she had moved or spoken—he made sure Celia saw the cane’s width and length before he moved out of her line of sight.

  With the well-practiced swing of a disciplinarian, Evi popped Celia’s already red ass, paused a mere three seconds and delivered a second whack. Celia, still shuddering with post-orgasm bliss, bore the initial whacks without visible signs of pain. Breathing deeply, she accepted the cane’s kiss against her bottom.

  Pleased by her reaction to the caning, Evi reserved the final whacks for the extremely sensitive soles of her feet, doling out two whacks on each arch. Bright red stripes marred her skin, trophies of endurance that Celia would bear for weeks to come as they deepened to purple, lightened to yellow and finally faded.

  The cane clattered as Evi tossed it onto the tray. As he removed the ring gag from Celia’s mouth, her teary blue eyes met his. He expected a verbal assailing or, at the very least, a true witch’s curse. But the words that left her lips simultaneously thrilled and unsettled him.

  “Thank you.”

  Chapter Nine

  Celia couldn’t believe she’d said that. The words had just tumbled out of her mouth. Even though it teetered on the verge of deranged, it had felt good to be punished, although not for the reasons Evi had intended.

  Those throbbing, stinging welts rising on her skin were like external symbols of the anguish within her. All the pain cloistered in the farthest chasms of her mind and soul—her mother’s car accident, Homer’s murder, her father ruining the family and his cowardly suicide, the disease ravaging her sister, resenting her forgotten dreams and the life she had abandoned to provide for and protect her sister. The realization that the training regimen and lifestyle required for this business had ruined any chance of her ever having a normal life—all of it had welled to the surface with each of Evi’s whacks.

  Relief saturated her muscles and mind as she finally released that torment and resentment.

  Locking eyes with Evi, she felt a bit silly and childish, but his expression was anything but condescending. His thumb gently swiped the tears from her cheeks and he sponged her face with the towel. Brushing his knuckles against her face, Evi uncuffed her wrists, bringing them to his mouth and placing light kisses on the pulse points. He unlocked her shackled ankles and kneaded her tender arches.

  Relaxing, Ce
lia purred and stretched, reveling in her freedom. Behind her, Evi nibbled her shoulder blade, coaxing a languid sigh from her lips. His left hand planted on her hip, he slid the right along the curve of her belly, up her rib cage and between her breasts before turning her chin to the left. Timidly, their lips met, hers wet and ready, his dry and nervous. It was an awkward position and Celia craved more contact.

  Swinging her right leg over the horse, she broke the kiss and dismounted. Evi wrapped his arms around her, drawing her tightly against his chest. Rising on tiptoes, she pressed her lips against his and daringly pushed her tongue between them. As she ravished his mouth, her fingers curled in his short hair, forcing his face to stay exactly where she wanted it. She released him to slide her hands down his sides, finding his taut ass. She grabbed two handfuls and Evi groaned, impatiently jerking his pelvis against hers, stabbing her navel with the head of his cock.

  The upper hand firmly established, Celia placed her palms against his chest and shoved, knocking him against the wall. Turning her back, she strode across the room, each step burning as the welts on her arches stretched. She paused in front of the same chair from which he had earlier issued his orders. Smirking, she sank into the roomy chair, allowing the cool leather to soothe her sore bottom and thighs.

  An amber gleam caught her eye and she noticed the blade sitting on the books next to the chair. Grasping the hilt, she lifted it in front of her face and ran her finger down the center of the knife, the topaz stone cold and smooth.

  Cautiously, Evi moved away from the spanking horse, edging the bed until he stood opposite her. The irony did not escape her.

  Smiling deviously, Celia pointed the blade at him. “On your knees.”