Free Delicious Pain - a BDSM Collection by Portia Da Costa

weeping freely, my mind a mass of shock and awe and wonders.
    My bottom was a swollen, throbbing war zone. I couldn't believe that anybody in their right mind would seek this condition more than once. It seemed ludicrous. Yet the thought of not following the strange path that Sebastian had laid before me was impossible, unbearable. I felt confused, out on a limb, and bereft of any purpose except sharing this with him. The idea of losing him, or displeasing him, could not be borne.
    I whined pitifully when he turned me over on his lap, and the denim cloth of his black jeans chafed the soreness in my bottom. But some of it wasn't from the pain.
    "There, that's better, isn't it?" he said, wiping away my tears, and then stroking my jaw line and my brow with infinite gentleness.
    Better than what? I wanted to ask, but beyond the superficial question lay the answer my heart knew. I did feel better than before. I felt wonderful. Despite all the torment in my hind-parts, I felt completely relaxed and peculiarly at peace.
    Back at the party, I'd been edgy, worried about meeting someone, and nervous about how I looked and facing the ever present struggle to make small talk. I'd felt competitive, combative, forced to assert myself and be part of a scene I wasn't really sure I liked at all.
    Now I felt calm, serene, and detached from all my former fears. From this day forward, the only thing that mattered was doing well here, in this room, for Sebastian. Life was simple. My world was straightforward. All I had to do was to receive as much punishment as he could give, and he'd be pleased. I wanted to shower him with kisses to show I understood.
    But I didn't need to. As I looked at him, his great silver-blue eyes shone, full of happiness. Just as before he'd read my feelings on my face.
    "You've done beautifully, Megan," he whispered, "I'm very pleased with you. But I think you already know that, don't you?" With a low laugh, he shifted me on his knees and adjusted my position. As he kissed the groan of anguish off my lips, the proximity of certain parts of him to certain parts of me told a delicious and very unmistakable story.
    "And now, my darling, it's time you had a treat for being brave," he said as he broke the kiss.
    Then he grinned, and I grinned. We both knew I hadn't been brave at all.
    But even so, he placed his hand between my legs, and then bestowed on me that sweetest of rewards.
    It was the first of very many, that perfect night.
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It’s Time
     
    "Late again," says Sebastian, his silver-blue eyes glittering as he fingers his precious antique fob watch.
    He loves that watch. He loves it in exactly the way I hoped he would. It was my gift to him, and time has become very important to us recently. It's like the steady beating heart at the center of our relationship; part of a set of conditions that give it weight and form and purpose.
    And I love that piercing, metallic look of his, the one that comes over his face when I defy one of his temporal strictures. It has the power to make my heart thud like mad and my pussy quicken with desire. I see that expression unfailingly at the beginning of our erotic adventures together, and when it's there, I know my bottom is bound to suffer for my "crimes", real or imaginary.
    "I'm sorry... I just got talking," I mutter, throwing down my bag on Sebastian's leather sofa, and getting an elegantly raised eyebrow for my slovenliness as well as for a grossly late arrival, "You know how it is."
    "No... Actually, I don't," he replies, flicking open the beautifully engraved watch, and eyeing the time, then looking up again with that significant facial cast.
    Sebastian doesn't chatter. Sebastian doesn't even make small talk without a purpose or subtext. He never wastes a single second of his life, and even these few passing moments during which he silently admonishes me are full of meaning and a source of sly delight to us both. With his eyes squarely on me, unwavering and all knowing, I