[Part 1.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/12wg8v1/a_sadists_kiss_m34f29teasing_face_slapping/)
Hey romance lovers and kinksters, a second snippet, part of a different scene from the story I’m currently working on. I hope you’ll enjoy it.
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“Shush now, let’s just watch.” Before Alyssa could argue more with Gaby, a deafening crack in the air pulled her attention towards the stage. If she wouldn’t know him being a complete professional, she could’ve sworn he did that on purpose to silence her, but in reality it was only to prepare the sub for the upcoming blows.
With an unhurried motion, Master Cole unraveled the single tail whip until the leather implement touched the ground. He carefully took a couple of steps further back and with a single swift swing, the whip’s head dug into the sub’s back leaving her shivering.
“Turn around!” Cole walked around her and repositioned the woman with her back to the audience so they could admire his work of art. Alyssa’s eyes opened wider at the beautiful sight and her lips parted unwillingly when she saw Cole’s forearm flexing as his grip around the whip’s handle tightened.
Crack… crack… crack.
Three flawless swings caused the sub’s knees to cave under her weight, only her restrained wrists kept her from collapsing on the floor. He coiled the whip in his big hand and approached her, gently dragging a finger across the bright red lines. Her skin crawled and she let out a broken hiccup.
“Shh, shh, back on your feet, sweetheart.” He slipped his hand between her legs and she instantly jolted right back up. “Did you learn your lesson ?”
“Aagh, yes, yes, Master Cole.”
He cupped her pussy and turned her around again to face the viewers, then moved his hand away for just a split second.
Smack.
“Mmmaagh,” She yelled in pain, then pleasure. “Pleeeease, Master!” The woman shifted her head towards the other man, clearly begging her Master to stop Cole.
“What is it, my little pet ?” The man sitting on the couch asked with a very warm, melodious voice.
“It hurts.” She cried slouching over her chest to ease the pain in her scorching back.
“How bad ?” He returned and watched Master Cole soothing his sub by gently running his fingers up and down her stomach.
“So, so… very bad.” She struggled to fight her irregular breathing.
“Did you learn your lesson ?”
She nodded hastily.
“Master Cole seems to disagree with you.” Sawyer smiled when he caught the other man’s disbelieving shook of his head.
She quickly brought her attention back to her torturer and bit her lower lip. “Please, Master Cole.”
“What is it, slave ?”
“I promise I won’t do it again.”
“Sweetheart,” he grabbed the small of her back and pushed her face onto his big chest and everyone could see the relief in the sub’s eyes as she could lean onto him for support and comfort. “You’re lying-”
With a satisfied hum, he proceeded to rub his gloved hand against her sore back, causing her to squirm and thrash in his embrace.
“Ah, no, no, stop. Master Cole, please!”
“Look at me!” He broke the hug and brought up her frowning, sweaty face to his level.
He quickly examined her face and assessed the situation, then pushed her away and looked at Sawyer.
“Yeah, she’s lying.”
“N-n-no, I don’t, I swear. MASTER!” The sub began stomping her feet like a spoiled child and threw a tantrum.
“What did I tell you ?” Cole gestured to the disobedient woman. “Spoiled brats are not as easy to tame, but they sure are a delight for men like me.” His voice sadistically invaded her ears as he stopped for a mere moment next to her, then continued his way to the back of the room where he traded the whip for a leather flogger.
Cole’s heavy steps disturbed the quietness in the room, foreboding an appetizing cruel show and every time he closed the distance between them, the sub winced. With a skillful twirl of the implement in his hand, he aimed for her breasts. The long frills flurried on her skin with a whack.
She heroically suppressed her cry and gritted her teeth for that first impact.
“Good girl!” Cole trailed the outline of her globes before trapping her pointy nipple between his fingers and twisted it to the point her seductive moan turned into a loud scream. “I’m not here to make you come or please you, slave.”
Another hit aimed that same tortured nipple and her whole body bucked in her restraints as she let out an intense ‘Ah’. He moved away the flogger for just a second and the woman already flinched and braced herself for the pain it was yet to come. The second she opened her eyes and relaxed, the flogger awakened her abdominal muscles showing her toned stomach to the entire audience.
Alyssa watched the sub starting to laugh maniacally and didn’t know what to make of her reaction, not until she noticed the woman’s stare she threw back to Cole. It was full of love and respect… of desire. The brunette wondered how the sub’s actual Master felt about her attitude, but the man didn’t seem to be bothered by her obvious adoration for Cole.
“That was sooo mean.” She mewled before Cole silenced her when he instructed to open her mouth.
Alyssa stared lustfully at his delicious tease of a promised pain which he delayed on purpose. She silently gasped at the same time the sub was bracing for the lagged hit. He was definitely the most twisted sadist she ever saw, packing the perfect blend of craziness, mind games and gentleness.
She watched him slip two fingers in her mouth, gradually, so suggestive that both Alysa and the whole crowd gawked excitedly at the sub’s lips wrapping around his fingers. Shamelessly, the woman started to sensually suck on them.
“Enough, you insatiable little slut.” Cole removed his fingers from her hungry, sinful mouth, not without catching her meaningful glare. There was a very tangible spark and tension between them.
“Why stop, Master Cole ? I know you like it!” The blonde gave him a playful look and cheeky smile as she gently pressed one knee against his crotch to feel his bulging cock.
Cole looked down in a disbelief that somehow tortured him in return. He hardly held in his laughter. He enjoyed her, perhaps too much for his comfort, and he knew she was head over heels for him, but they rarely had the chance to do scenes together as she was owned by Master Sawyer.
He subtly tipped his head to the left to catch a quick glimpse of Sawyer and the man gave him a low nod of his head in approval. The quick, almost imperceptible consent request was very easy to miss.
“You’re such a bad, bad… girl, Lucy.” He grabbed her lower jaw in a strong grip and her impish grin grew only bigger.
What impressed Alyssa the most was the level of trust and respect the two men were sharing. They hardly exchanged words, yet they understood each other and never crossed boundaries.
“So ? What you’re gonna do, Master Cole ?” The way she called his rank and name, ever so softly and enticingly, caused his blood to rush in all his limbs, but the limbs he cared the most to satisfy were his hands. They were aching and tingling at the sight of the exquisite masochist challenging him.
To her defiant reply, Cole simply tapped her right cheek a couple of times then moved back to the mounted rack. Lucy came to learn that the seemingly friendly reaction of his was just a disguised warning.
He retrieved a second flogger which he dexterously twirled in his other hand. He made sure to also entertain the audience and showed off his skills while flurrying both floggers. Alyssa could see the mortified look on the sub’s face when he stopped near her.
“So, you must become a good girl.” Cole finally answered her question.
The young woman was mumbling something and whining again, but she complied and carefully moved her face to the side, fending it between her hanging elbows, making room for him to work on his canvas – her chest. He took one single step back and with another spectacular display of his talent, he spun the floggers in his hands before starting to deliver the poor woman a relentless, vicious dose of Florentine flogging.
The crowd was in ecstasy and their excited murmurs echoed in the room, enticing Alyssa’s senses even more. He was so damn good at his trade and never shied away from showing how things are done and why the uncontested reputation preceded him.
The precision of his hits, always making sure to land on her breasts and never hitting the woman’s face, the way he timed each flogger’s turn to swirl against the crimson skin caused Alyssa to bite her lips in lust. He was taking his time, gradually increasing the speed and pressure of his hits.
Though he started slow, he never lingered at that pace more than a few seconds. What pleased him the most were the sub’s cries and begs and admirable will power to overcome the pain he loved to deliver. He started applying more force in every swing, each hit reverberating in the dungeon and leaving behind marks to remember him by.
*That will bruise awfully in a couple of days.* Alyssa thought when she realized those were capillaries ready to burst or already hemorrhaging. The masochist in her screamed in agony, not because she was empathizing with the blonde on stage, but because she was missing that treatment.
“Stop, stop, please Master Cole, stop!” Cried Lucy and her knees failed to keep her upstanding, her body again hanging limply by the rope descending from the ceiling. Before he slowed down and came to a complete stop, he made sure to deliver five more painful hits, just for good measure.
Cole moved to the side, offering his viewers a good look at what a proper disciplining lesson looks like. Her breasts were ablaze, her glistening chest was heaving, her head and teary eyes hanging low in defeat, and yet, what stole everyone’s attention, were the swollen dotted spots on her torso that will surely bruise in beautiful patterns days later.
Alyssa stared breathless at the woman’s almost inert body, then, as Cole set himself in motion towards the table in the back of the room to stow away the implements, she saw him stopping in his tracks to look back at the sub just enough to make sure she’s okay. He returned to her with no other tools of torture, not that he needed any to unleash his wicked side.
With a soothing touch, he wrapped an arm around her waist from behind to help her stand up on her own and not hurt her wrists by cutting off her blood flow. She failed lamentably to complete the action even with his aid and Alyssa’s brows furrowed in concern, a concern the other participants seemed to share. That’s when Cole spoke to her.
“I’m so proud of you, Lucy.” He reached for the rope’s loose end above her wrists and pulled at it, quickly unfastening the restraining loop, causing her to fall in his arms. He lowered her down and cradled her and it was then when she started to cry into his chest, squeezing his t-shirt.
Alyssa felt her stomach twisting in knots and her heart faltered at the sight of his caring attitude. She wondered why he was the one providing the aftercare and not her actual Master, but Gaby leaned over her ear as if she read her mind and clarified what she was witnessing.
“Lesson one,” she whispered. “The aftercare is always provided by the Dom who played with you, even if you don’t belong to him.”
Cole stroked her hair, slowly, carefully, while she made herself into a ball in his warm embrace.
“You’re such a good, good girl. You really pleased me.” To his words, her drowning eyes lit up and she gave him a rather weak smile.
With the greatest of ease, he picked her up in his arms and brought her to Master Sawyer, lowering her spent body into his lap. The man quickly wrapped his arms around her and comforted her.
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If you want to read more, here’s the ao3 [link](https://archiveofourown.org/works/46643902/chapters/117468541) or wattpad [link](https://www.wattpad.com/1336207639-a-sadist%27s-kiss-chapter-1).
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