“Ouch!” Jennifer said. “I am taking it seriously!” She stomped her foot on the plush carpet.
“I think we need to take this up a notch,” Marcus said. He went to the implements, pulling up a cloth to grab something Jennifer had not seen there, hidden. He returned. “Get up on the bed, face down.”
She obliged, careful not to have the ginger move. As if reading her mind, he slapped the ginger firmly. Jennifer tensed, which was its own form of torture.
“Keep your head down, girl,” he said. She did as she was told and Marcus quickly had rope around her ankles, wrapping them around and around, creating an intricate Shibari pattern. He took the remainder of the rope and tied it to the bedpost. He repeated this with her hands, so she ended up flat on her stomach, arms wide, legs splayed out. “Now you’ll take some more.”
Jennifer wasn’t sure what Marcus had in mind. When they’d talked about this trip on IM for weeks upon weeks he’d never mentioned rope or bondage. It was almost as if he were being influenced by outside sources. Strange. Tied in this position, she could writhe and position her hips and bottom, but not much else.
She felt Marcus kiss her bottom, quite passionately. Soon, he was working the ginger, in and out, driving her crazy, punctuating the movement with a hand slap on each cheek. Jennifer’s breathing grew heavy as he pressed the ginger into her, slowly pulled it out and pushed it back in—very, very slowly—all over again.
Marcus grabbed a wood cane, light and swishy, and brought it suddenly and firmly down on Jennifer’s bottom. It created a cracking sound in the room from the strike. Jennifer screamed, surprised by the sudden and bright pain she felt.
“Shhh,” Marcus said. And he struck her again. As she began to pant, taking in the pain, he rapidly ran the cane down her legs, tapping her like a snare drum. He smacked the bottom of each foot, hard. “Shit!” Jennifer called out. He ran the cane across her back, down her sides, covering her with quick yet firm taps from the wood. Jennifer was moaning, something as much a whine as it was a sound of pleasure.
Spread out in front of him, Marcus removed the ginger, disposing of it and cleaning her up before gently rubbing her sex yet again, reveling in her wetness.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself, even though you don’t sound like it,” Marcus exclaimed, smiling.
“Damn it!” Jennifer said.
“What?” Marcus asked, still rubbing her.
“You’re making me crazy!”
“Well, I think I’m going to make you a bit crazier,” Marcus said. He climbed onto the bed and rested on top of her back, kissing her neck, moving down her spine as he continued to kiss her, dragging his fingernails along her flesh as he went. He ended up on her buttocks. He bit her again. Hard.
“Would you stop that?” she whined.
“My, you are a pain in the ass today,” Marcus said, getting back up.
“I believe you’re a pain in mine, to be specific,” Jennifer said.
Marcus got off the bed and returned with something that rattled around from what Jennifer could hear. What could it be? Marcus fished something from the object. She could hear ice sloshing and rattling.
“Don’t move,” he said.
“I can’t move, Marcus,” she replied, brattily.
“God, you’re asking for it.”
Marcus pulled the metal paddle out of the ice bucket and instead of drying it off, proceeded to whack Jennifer on her buttocks, the combination of the icy cold metal, dripping water and the metal paddle itself searing her flesh in pain.