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for good. The sudden realization that this was only temporary, that he had but little glimpses into her
strange world, stabbed at his heart and gut. Not seeing her again would make him feel& empty? No, that
couldn t be it. Not this soon anyway. Christ, they d hardly talked at all he barely knew her. Yet somehow
he knew he didn t want to leave, and for a split second, she was in his truck, shaking with fear, and relief,
as he sped off toward the Arizona state line.
He blinked, wondering where the hell that last image had come from. Surely he couldn t take care of
her, not like Gary or some other Master could.
Or could he?
When the play party ended and his erection, which was painfully hard after watching Darryl play
with Mel, finally faded enough for him to stand Bryan thanked everyone for allowing him to come and
even asked to handle some of the toys that interested him. The deerskin flogger, his favorite, looked easy to
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make, and it felt good in his hand. He snapped it at the air, observing how the tips reacted as he changed up
the action in his wrist or the strength of his swat. This he could do to her. And he d enjoy bringing a bright
blush to various parts of her body as he worked her over. He d let her come, repeatedly, then hold her tight
before fucking her senseless. He had a feeling none of that would happen at Gary s party.
He said his goodbyes and headed for Dar s truck. Suddenly he felt drained. Alone. He looked
westward, in the direction of Gary s estate, and hoped she was doing well tonight on her sparse cot with no
warm body to cuddle with after God knew what Gary had put her through.
Dar and Melanie s voices weren t far behind. A good thing, because he was more than ready to go
home.
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Bryan hadn t meant to finish up the spanking horse at Gary s, but he couldn t stay away from
Butterfly any longer. He d put the finishing touches on the library pillars then turned his attention to the
horse and stocks down in the dungeon.
His fingers traced a vigilant path over the thick red leather to find any lumps in the upholstery or
scratches on the crimson surface that glinted in the dim lights. As expected, he found none. A perfectionist
at heart, he d been very careful to create this piece of furniture with the same attention to detail that Gary
gave his own art and slaves. His hands ran along the long line of steel tacks holding the padding in place
and met the sleek oak beyond.
The padding had been a major concession on Gary s part; he d wanted the women s bodies to rest on
bare wood at the apex of the piece, but Bryan managed to convince him that, should he ever miss his mark,
the wood would scar. A cushion, he suggested, could be easily replaced if damaged. At first Gary scoffed at
the idea of making such an error in judgment while punishing a slave, but he gave in once Bryan mentioned
that the extra bit of comfort would allow the girls to be strapped to the apparatus for longer periods of time.
He d regretted the words as soon as they d left his lips.
His hands kept moving. The varnish gleaming on the wood was no longer sticky to the touch. He d
worried about the humidity down here in the basement but the fans he d brought had done the trick.
Satisfied with the glossy finish, he knelt and checked the piece for splinters. Bryan didn t want to cause the
girls any pain well, any more pain than they d get while tied up on the spanking horse. They d have
enough to endure when bound there hand and foot, and a stray sliver of wood would only add to the
unrelenting punishment their master most likely dished out on a regular basis.
Bryan stood. His left knee pressed into the padding, sank deep into it and tempted him to lift his right.
This is silly, he thought, but couldn t resist. Besides, he was alone in the basement; the women had gone
outside with Gary, except for Butterfly. So he straddled the horse, checking it for stability and comfort,
making sure Butterfly s petite frame would be okay up here. It reminded him of his childhood dreams of
being a rodeo star, like almost every boy on the Rez had aspired to be. That made him feel silly, too. He
remembered sharing that blast from the past with Simone and how she d laughed. He wondered if Butterfly
would laugh, too.
He then felt between his legs to measure the distance from his crotch to the top of the arch. There was
plenty of room she d be all right. Next, he lowered himself onto the padded length of the horse, stretched
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out his arms and relaxed his legs. His cheek rested against the cool cushion. He closed his eyes, imagining
her agony there, or perhaps her bliss.
When his groin made contact, the erection he d been ignoring grew. He pushed into the horse, willing
it to subside. It refused to wane. What would she look like spread open on his creation? He pictured her ass
angled up, her small breasts on each side of the horse swaying with every smack of Gary s paddle against
her bottom.
A small laugh by the stairs forced his eyes open. It was Butterfly. He hopped off the horse, dying to
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for good. The sudden realization that this was only temporary, that he had but little glimpses into her
strange world, stabbed at his heart and gut. Not seeing her again would make him feel& empty? No, that
couldn t be it. Not this soon anyway. Christ, they d hardly talked at all he barely knew her. Yet somehow
he knew he didn t want to leave, and for a split second, she was in his truck, shaking with fear, and relief,
as he sped off toward the Arizona state line.
He blinked, wondering where the hell that last image had come from. Surely he couldn t take care of
her, not like Gary or some other Master could.
Or could he?
When the play party ended and his erection, which was painfully hard after watching Darryl play
with Mel, finally faded enough for him to stand Bryan thanked everyone for allowing him to come and
even asked to handle some of the toys that interested him. The deerskin flogger, his favorite, looked easy to
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make, and it felt good in his hand. He snapped it at the air, observing how the tips reacted as he changed up
the action in his wrist or the strength of his swat. This he could do to her. And he d enjoy bringing a bright
blush to various parts of her body as he worked her over. He d let her come, repeatedly, then hold her tight
before fucking her senseless. He had a feeling none of that would happen at Gary s party.
He said his goodbyes and headed for Dar s truck. Suddenly he felt drained. Alone. He looked
westward, in the direction of Gary s estate, and hoped she was doing well tonight on her sparse cot with no
warm body to cuddle with after God knew what Gary had put her through.
Dar and Melanie s voices weren t far behind. A good thing, because he was more than ready to go
home.
64 www.samhainpublishing.com
Chapter Seven
Bryan hadn t meant to finish up the spanking horse at Gary s, but he couldn t stay away from
Butterfly any longer. He d put the finishing touches on the library pillars then turned his attention to the
horse and stocks down in the dungeon.
His fingers traced a vigilant path over the thick red leather to find any lumps in the upholstery or
scratches on the crimson surface that glinted in the dim lights. As expected, he found none. A perfectionist
at heart, he d been very careful to create this piece of furniture with the same attention to detail that Gary
gave his own art and slaves. His hands ran along the long line of steel tacks holding the padding in place
and met the sleek oak beyond.
The padding had been a major concession on Gary s part; he d wanted the women s bodies to rest on
bare wood at the apex of the piece, but Bryan managed to convince him that, should he ever miss his mark,
the wood would scar. A cushion, he suggested, could be easily replaced if damaged. At first Gary scoffed at
the idea of making such an error in judgment while punishing a slave, but he gave in once Bryan mentioned
that the extra bit of comfort would allow the girls to be strapped to the apparatus for longer periods of time.
He d regretted the words as soon as they d left his lips.
His hands kept moving. The varnish gleaming on the wood was no longer sticky to the touch. He d
worried about the humidity down here in the basement but the fans he d brought had done the trick.
Satisfied with the glossy finish, he knelt and checked the piece for splinters. Bryan didn t want to cause the
girls any pain well, any more pain than they d get while tied up on the spanking horse. They d have
enough to endure when bound there hand and foot, and a stray sliver of wood would only add to the
unrelenting punishment their master most likely dished out on a regular basis.
Bryan stood. His left knee pressed into the padding, sank deep into it and tempted him to lift his right.
This is silly, he thought, but couldn t resist. Besides, he was alone in the basement; the women had gone
outside with Gary, except for Butterfly. So he straddled the horse, checking it for stability and comfort,
making sure Butterfly s petite frame would be okay up here. It reminded him of his childhood dreams of
being a rodeo star, like almost every boy on the Rez had aspired to be. That made him feel silly, too. He
remembered sharing that blast from the past with Simone and how she d laughed. He wondered if Butterfly
would laugh, too.
He then felt between his legs to measure the distance from his crotch to the top of the arch. There was
plenty of room she d be all right. Next, he lowered himself onto the padded length of the horse, stretched
Butterfly Unpinned
out his arms and relaxed his legs. His cheek rested against the cool cushion. He closed his eyes, imagining
her agony there, or perhaps her bliss.
When his groin made contact, the erection he d been ignoring grew. He pushed into the horse, willing
it to subside. It refused to wane. What would she look like spread open on his creation? He pictured her ass
angled up, her small breasts on each side of the horse swaying with every smack of Gary s paddle against
her bottom.
A small laugh by the stairs forced his eyes open. It was Butterfly. He hopped off the horse, dying to
get closer to her, but forcing himself to maintain control. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]