[He allows himself to crane into the kiss — its warmth carrying him, briefly, out of the scene. Out of that pretend fantasy of humiliation and shame. And it makes it easier to slip back in beneath it, carried deeper than before into the mindlessness of pain.
The count isn't effortless. It comes in French like he was told the first time — a quiet, teeth-gritted murmur as the cane whips across the tender flesh of his breast, whistling in the air. The mild feeling compounds to a burn the longer it goes, until soon he finds himself breathless, body shifting against the headboard as the torment starts to cloud his head.
It is partially intentional, then, when he lets a hot rush of dampness gather in the lashes of his eyes. Like the breaking of a moment, the sensation of release he has come to crave in a different way than the physical purge of an orgasm — this is more of an emotional reprieve, cleansing every thought as the tears pinch at the corners of eyes and drip down his cheeks. There's the hitch of a sob as he drags in ragged breath when Cy tells him to switch to the other side, hand lifting the swell of his breast to endure the same punishment. Please stop trips past his lips somewhere past the count of dix, broken-down to this obedience.]
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The count isn't effortless. It comes in French like he was told the first time — a quiet, teeth-gritted murmur as the cane whips across the tender flesh of his breast, whistling in the air. The mild feeling compounds to a burn the longer it goes, until soon he finds himself breathless, body shifting against the headboard as the torment starts to cloud his head.
It is partially intentional, then, when he lets a hot rush of dampness gather in the lashes of his eyes. Like the breaking of a moment, the sensation of release he has come to crave in a different way than the physical purge of an orgasm — this is more of an emotional reprieve, cleansing every thought as the tears pinch at the corners of eyes and drip down his cheeks. There's the hitch of a sob as he drags in ragged breath when Cy tells him to switch to the other side, hand lifting the swell of his breast to endure the same punishment. Please stop trips past his lips somewhere past the count of dix, broken-down to this obedience.]