Dirty Bad Savage(46)

“Why’s that?” I said, curious. “Why d’you wanna help me?”

“I like Missy,” he said. “She’s a good girl. And I like you, Callum. I see a bit of myself in you. Untamed potential is the fuel for the flame, my friend. I’m just here to help you harness it. Point you in the right direction. Is that acceptable to you?”

I looked at Cat, at the way she was so still. Waiting on his command, listening to every word he said.

“Aye, that’s what I want. I wanna do what you do.”

He clapped his hands. “Excellent. Over the bench, Cat, hands flat.”

The bench in the room was padded, bright red leather on black wood. It looked the fucking part. Cat folded herself onto it without a sound, hands flat to the leather and arse in the fucking air. She shifted her legs apart, no prompting necessary. Masque took position at her side, smoothed his hands over the soft skin of her butt cheeks.

“A submissive’s ass is a fine canvas for pain, Callum. It blooms slowly, eases quickly. Well, sometimes eases quickly,” he smiled. He reached down to Cat’s knees, marking a line with his finger just above the fold. “Here upwards is safe territory.” He stroked his way up her legs, and over her arse, until it dipped down into the curve of her spine. He made another line at the dip of her hips. “Safe until here. The lower back is off limits, unless you know exactly where you’re hitting. It’s too dangerous, you can hit the wrong spot and fuck up someone’s kidneys. Bottom of the ribs is painful but generally safe for whips, and the chest and shoulders make excellent targets for floggers. It goes without saying to be careful of the neck and face, arms too.”

“Aye,” I said. “No kidneys, no knees, no neck.”

“That’s about it,” he agreed. “I’m not going to teach you to suck eggs, I’m sure you’re perfectly capable of reading a woman’s arousal. You’ll know when she’s hot enough to play.”

He pulled Cat’s ass cheeks apart, and groaned as he saw how wet she was. “I think you have a fan,” he laughed. “I think my dirty little Cat is enjoying this.” She shuffled in his grip, breath speeding up. “You want Callum to hurt you, don’t you, Cat?”

She nodded, groaning.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, sir, please, sir.”

“Good girl.” He gestured behind me, and I turned to find a rack full of fucking toys. Canes and floggers like the one I’d seen on stage. Flat wooden shapes too, that looked a bit like ping pong bats. “I think we should start with the paddle,” he said. “Good for close contact, easy to read the sub.”

“You want me to hit her with that?”

“Only if you want to.”

“If you’re sure, like.” I took it from the wall. It was heavier than it looked. The handle felt nice in my hand, like it was made for my grip.

“If you’re playing nice, with a decent build-up, you want your submissive’s ass to be well adjusted. The longer the warm-up, the easier she’ll manage the pain. Ever heard of the frog in a pan being warmed slowly?”

“Heard that, yeah.”

“I’m not sure whether the frog would sit it out that long, but the analogy works. Of course there are times you may want a quick, sharp punishment. The rules are there to be broken, but it helps to know them.” He slapped Cat’s arse, steady thwacks over and over. “See the way her skin blooms, Callum? Isn’t it fucking beautiful?”

I nodded, lost for fucking words again.

“Come over here, she doesn’t bite.”

I shuffled over, still unsure, like he’d flip out any second and swing for me. “Feel how warm her skin is.”

I reached out slowly to her arse, brushing her skin with my fingers. My dick fucking jerked, and I stepped away quick sharp. “Yeah, nice.”

“Are you ready for some proper pain, Cat?”

“Yes, sir,” she hissed. “Please, sir.”

“I think you should be asking Callum, not me.”

She turned her head over her shoulder, gorgeous green eyes on mine. My dick twitched again.

“Please, Callum. Please hurt me.”

Masque moved away, gesturing that I should take his place. I approached slowly, warily, out of my fucking depth but really fucking horny. I wished this was Sophie, wished it was her asking for pain. Soon. It would be soon.

I took a breath, looking again to Masque for confirmation.

“Short, sharp smacks,” he said. “Feel her pain, Callum. Her body will show you what’s right.”

Shit. My knuckles were white around the paddle, heart like a fucking steam train. I was too fucking gentle with the first thwack, it hardly made a sound. I didn’t make the same mistake with the second, and she flinched under me, breath heavy.