Learning to Trust Part 2: Full Submission Read Online Free Page A

them this time .
    "I'm sorry," he said. Thwack! He hit me again, this time on the other cheek.
    "Ow!" I cried out, my eyes pouring down my face. My arms fought the restraints, my body trying to free my hands so I could caress that burning skin. The leather was chewing into my wrists as I writhed , my reflexes and mind battling to try and make me behave rationally am id the growing discomfort.
    I tensed my body , ready for the next strike, ready to feel that pain—
    What ?
    I gasped, confused by what was going on. His fingers were expertly rubbing my clit, circling gently, touching me like he really gave a damn . That sensitive nub throbbed, the lingering pain seasoning it with a flavor I was unfamiliar with . Oh, it felt incredible .
    The sensations rippled through me, all the more amplified as my tender ass-flesh stung. I felt like he had placed a pleasure-megaphone against my body and was literally blasting away at full volume. His fingers played with my flesh, eventually easing into the quickly-growing moisture around my folds, pressing against the walls. My muscles hugged him. Suddenly he stopped, leaving me wanting.
    Thwack!
    Again th e tears and the burning flesh—i t hurt worse this time than it had before. I could taste my tears as they dripped into my mouth, the saltiness overwhelming my taste buds as my nerves did their best to lower everything back to normal. Thwack! Thwack!
    "Damnit! " I cried out. His final strike hit me lower on my leg, still a fatty region, but not as padded as my buttocks. The pain pulsed in my brain as my hands clenched the restraints. Somehow I managed to keep my legs from moving, a bonus because they couldn't have gone anywhere anyway. The last strike took my breath away and left my chest heaving a s I stayed bent over and vulnerable . My skin felt like it had been singed with fire and my tears streaked down my cheeks.
    Roland wrapped his arm around me and hugged me tight, stroking my hair gently. "There, there, pet. It's over now. I had to do it, even though I didn't want to." He sighed loudly. "I hate having to punish like this . You know better now. "
    I pressed my body into his, allowing him to caress me and hold me there. His comforting touch worked beautifully, lowering my heartbeat amidst the afterglow of pain. He kept his arms wrapped around me tightly and kissed my cheek, my hair, my neck. His hand departed from my torso and headed right back between my legs, touching me again. I hadn't noticed how wet I'd become until he pressed against that swollen flesh.
    His delicate circles began resonating in me, turning a tiny hum into my lower belly into a roar. I felt my body ease against his hand as he worked, my pulse again growing. I moaned quietly, feeling all of the sensations like I never had before. The pain perfectly complemented the pleasure, even if the punishment had been unpleasant in the moment. It lingered now , and I couldn't even describe how much more I could feel . My nerves were working overtime.
    Less than a minute later, I was coming against him, my juices trickling along the roughness of his fingers. He kept working me, following me as my body ebbed and flowed, easing me through the motions of my climax. I panted and moaned, again fighting against the restraints—but for very different reasons this time. My hips rocked into his fingers until I felt myself start to relax, the tension from the punishment finally evaporating from my body. I let out one large sigh at the end, a sigh that prompted him to release his grip.
    "Here, my pet. Taste what pain will do to you." He lifted his fingers until they were right in my face, the fingers he had used to bring me pleasure. I hungrily took them into my lips and sucked, sampli ng the moisture that was left there. It was the sweetest muskiness, a taste that I'd always left inside, so private and yet, so representative of how good I had felt.
    "Mmm," I said, overwhelmed by the surprise of his gesture. "Thank you, Sir."
    He bent