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would wash
it all away so she could reset and start all over again fresh and
new, but the pain wasn’t coming quick enough. She started to
whimper again. She heard someone shushing her quietly, and realized
Kristy had joined her on the floor.
    Roxi tried to concentrate on the
conversation around her, but it was difficult at best. She did hear
talk of using the playroom tonight and the hiccupping sobs started
up again in anticipation. Her body, riddled with apprehension, and
started to shut down. She could feel herself slipping away, until
she heard His voice. “ Angel. Relax .” She came back a little
closer to the surface not quite disappearing. Not yet.
    “Angel. It’s time.” Those were the most
magical words she’d ever heard, but she couldn’t move. “Angel,
stand.” The words were floating around her and she could hear them,
but as much as she wanted to, and as much as she needed to, she
just couldn’t obey. There was a disconnect, and her body wouldn’t
allow it.
    “Angel?” Jonathan’s voice sounded strained.
His arms wrapped around her. “Shit!” He carried her off to
somewhere. His voice remained constant, telling her to stay with
him, and things would be okay. She thought she heard him talking to
someone else, but she heard no one respond in turn. Was he on his
phone? She couldn’t tell. He moved her again. Hearing doors open
and close she had no idea where they were.
    Feeling started to return to her body. It
hummed with something. Something not too far off, it seemed
familiar. What could it have been? Thwack! Ah, yes! Pain! Life! It
was coming back to her, and her heart beat wildly. Thwack! Her Dom
was finally taking care of her. She smiled, and moaned. “More
please, Sir.”
    “Angel? Are you all right?” Jonathan asked.
She nodded her head. “Talk to me. Use your safeword damn it!” She
chuckled mischievously, and shook her head. Thwack! “Damn you
woman!” Thwack!
    “Please, Angel. Use your safeword.”
Jonathan’s voice sounded tired, worn and upset, but she needed
more, so much more. “Please,” he sobbed. “Safeword, Roxi. Please?”
He begged. She shook her head and tried unsuccessfully to talk.
    “What? Are you safewording?” he asked.
    “No, I—I need more.” She forced the words
out of her mouth.
    “Frank, I can’t do this anymore.” Jonathan
confessed. “I don’t know what I was thinking. This is too
hard.”
    “Do you love her? And want to give her what
she needs?” Frank asked.
    “Yes.” Jonathan whispered.
    “Then do it. I’m right here, you’re doing
fine. She’s coming around. Just a little bit more. You can do this
Jonathan…unless you want me to take over?” he asked, quietly.
    “No. I need to learn to do this for her. I
care about her too much to hand her off when things get tough.”
Jonathan’s voice gained strength as he spoke with Frank, the
resident sadist from Underground Decadence.
    Jonathan put all he could into whipping
Roxi. She felt his love with every strike at her back, and was
feeling more and more alive. “Oh God, yes! Yes!” She shouted. He
hesitated with the whip. “No, don’t stop!” Her pussy throbbed on
the verge of spilling over.
    “Frank?” Jonathan’s voice quivered.
    He waved his hand in the air. “Keep going. I
think she’s about to climax.”
    He stopped. “ What? ”
    “Keep going!” Frank ordered him. “She needs
this. Do it!”
    Thank God for Frank , she thought.
    Jonathan continued and her womb contracted,
her pussy, getting wetter and wetter, started to pulse with each
whip, sending the message directly to her clit. “Fuck, yes!” Her
body shivered and she knew it was happening, and He was doing it to her. Wave after wave of delicious, painful
sensations washed through her. Heaven! Or was it hell? She didn’t
know and she didn’t care, she just wanted more. Her soul felt like
it left her body and she soared above watching as she shuddered
with ecstasy, and then she floated slowly back down and