My body jerks and I let out a high pitched squeak that surprises me. There’s pain, no doubt, but it’s not severe. I’m not concerned that my skin is broken or that I’m dripping blood on Nas’s floor. This was like a sharp kiss, and I want more.

“Did it hurt?” Nas asks, and I can hear the glee in his voice knowing what my answer will be.

“No, Sir,” I confirm for him.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want it again?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then fucking say it, Alina,” Nas commands, his voice dripping with new lust. “Show me how much you want it.”

Every nerve in my body springs to life as adrenaline surges through me. This is it. This is what I’ve been craving, even when I couldn't accept what I wanted. Blood flows through my veins as if it’s under pressure, making me lightheaded, and I love it.

“Please, do it again, Sir. Please. Harder.”

Nas sucks in a breath before asking, “Yeah. You want it harder?”

“Yes, Sir. I need it harder.”

“Oh, you need it harder?”

“Yes, sir. Please.”

“Okay, princess. With fucking pleasure,” Nas exclaims, before slapping my ass with the flogger again, harder this time. The pain is sharper, but I love it no less. In fact, the harder slap sends a chorus of butterflies exploding throughout my body and I’m instantly wet. He does it again, and as the pain grows, my muscles jump with excited joy because of how much I love it.

My mind melts into a confused ecstasy as Nas uses the flogger on me over and over again. He walks around the spanking table, flicking his wrist and letting the tails of the flogger caress me and turn my skin bright red. I can’t explain how something painful can be cathartic and pleasurable, but Nas has taken me to undiscovered territory with the use of one toy. I’m like an explorer finding new land with my very first step off my own porch, and I embrace my masochism completely for the first time in my life. Vance didn’t want to slap me, and judged me for desiring it, while Nas welcomes my kink and fuses it with his own. He shows me that not only is it okay to want this, but that it’s every bit as beautiful as I dreamed it would be. Each splash of the flogger tails on my backside makes me see that this experience is the next level of sex. The people who judge kinks and avoid them have no idea that they are the least satisfied between us. They have no idea what they’re missing out on, and now that I’ve experienced this, I refuse to go back to who I was before.