This chapter contains impact play

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At first it looked like he had lost the ability to move. Then he slowly closed the door and locked it, not taking his gaze off me. His eyes were big, and he blinked several times, as if to see if he was hallucinating. A covetous smile spread on his lips and his eyes glinted.

"J-Jamie..." he stuttered breathlessly. "You... I mean... Holy mother of f-fuuuck... kitten..."

"I was just wondering if you wanted to stay at my place instead?" I said as neutral as I could muster and held up the key to him. "What do you say?"

It was enormously satisfying to see Ash in such a total state of shock. He took two steps towards me and seemed incapable of taking his eyes off me or even to close his mouth. A mixture between a growl and a whimper came from his lips and he nodded intensely and put the key in his pocket. His hand trembled a little when he caressed my cat ears, and he closed his eyes for a brief moment. Then he looked down on me again.

"I have... something for you," he said in a strained voice and seemed to have some trouble to move away from me. "That will fit... so damn well now."

In surprise I watched as he dug through his backpack and then he stood in front of me again. I started to get up, but he quickly pressed me down on my knees again. He held up a leather choker with a metal hoop in the middle.

"Does my kitten want his collar?" he smiled excitedly.

The person I was a month ago would have been completely appalled by this. A month ago, I would have smacked the collar out of Ash's hand and called him a pervert. But I wasn't that person anymore and the mere thought of him putting the collar on me made my insides shiver in anticipation. He was marking me.

"Yeah, I do," I answered and felt my heart race.

A jolt of desire shot through my body when he fastened the collar around my neck, and I pressed my cheek against his hand to feel him. He grabbed my cheek between his thumb and forefinger.

"Stand up," he mumbled huskily.

I got to my feet and when I straightened out the lube acted again like a pang of pleasure, and I moaned. Ash's eyes narrowed and he traced his hand down my back until he reached my tail. Smiling, he licked his lips and gave the tail a slight yank.

"Oh, fuck...!" I groaned at the sensation when the plug moved inside, and I clung to him.

"Your tail is quite sensitive," he whispered in my ear and licked my earlobe." Turn around so I can see it."

I obeyed him and when I had my back to him, I heard a rustle, like he was picking something up.

"What... are you doing?" I asked and peeked over my shoulder.

The vision made my breath hitch and the hairs on my neck stood up. Ash was standing behind me with a wicked grin on his lips, his eyes gleamed dangerously and in his hand was my sister's riding crop. Slowly he slapped the leather tongue at the end of the crop in his palm.

"I like this place more and more." He pointed the crop at me. "Will anyone notice if I play with this?"

My mind was divided between two possible answers. To say that someone would notice and be on the safe side as he wouldn't do anything with it. Or to tell the truth that nobody had even looked at it in years, and not know what he would try. The black tattoos on his forearms moved as he smacked the whip in his palm again. Fucking Christ, he looked so good doing that.

"Nobody would notice," I mumbled and met his gaze.

Then he stepped closer. Leisurely he traced the crop along my thigh until it reached my butt. He lifted the tail with the leather tongue, the plug moved, and I gasped. Then he whipped my butt cheek. The pain was quick and sharp as a knife, I flinched and cursed out loud, but in the next second he caressed the heating skin with his hand and the contrasting feeling made my head reel. The crop wandered over my body again and I found myself anticipating the blow, where it would hit, how hard it would feel. The blow came to my other butt cheek, harder now and I groaned.

"Mm... look how nice and red you get," I heard Ash hum behind me and smacked the back of my thigh. "Remember the words, kitten."

"W-what?" I breathed, dizzy with both desire and waning pain.

"The safewords, remember them."

But I was nowhere near a need to use them. This was such an immense feeling to stand there as he trailed the crop over my body, a vulnerability that I had never before experienced, and I couldn't understand why I liked it so much.

"Green," I said and looked him straight in the eye to really make him understand that I was being serious.

Something gleamed in his eyes and at the same time the crop landed on my other thigh, making me jump.

"Stay still," he said sharply and struck my ass so hard I had to squeeze my eyes shut to keep myself from flinching again.

"It's difficult," I whimpered as the pain slowly faded.

He approached me and ran his fingers down my back and slowly licked my neck. I reveled at the feeling of his tongue against my skin and when he slid his hand down to my crotch, I couldn't suppress the sigh of pleasure coming out of my mouth.

"You like this," he smiled against my ear and let his fingers caress the length of my semi-hard cock. "You want more?"

I nodded silently. Why did I want more? My brain couldn't form an answer, but my body just screamed yes. Ash walked up to one of the sturdy cast iron hooks that were fastened on the wall of the cabin, that my dad used to hang boating equipment on, and gave it a hard tug. Then he disappeared behind my back again and I could hear the metallic rustle of handcuffs.

My heart sped up as I understood what he was about to do to me. When he got in front of me again, I could see the dark glow in his eyes and he grabbed me by the waist and pressed me to him. His kiss was dominating and raw, making me gasp for breath and then he yanked my tail again. The lube made every single cell around the plug explode to life and I let out a long groan. He looked down at me and smirked.

"That thing surely is placed exactly right," he said. "Give me your hands."

My hands trembled a little when I held them up to him, and with a metallic click he secured the cuffs around my wrists. He pulled me up to the hook and lifted my wrists above my head, hooking the chain of the cuffs over the hook, and I was stuck facing the wall, chained up and completely at his mercy.

The first stroke was out of the blue to my ass, I winced at the pain, but I didn't even have time to analyze what had happened until the next blow came, only inches from the first. I breathed out heavily through my mouth. A strange wave of something went through my entire body, making me have goosebumps all the way up to my scalp.

What is happening to me?

The whippings came hard and at an even pace, concentrating on my ass and my thighs and I didn't even bother anymore to keep quiet, I moaned at every stroke and every time the riding crop hit my skin that wave came flooding through me, making my mind float away. It was like my very perception of myself was blurring at the edges. Ash was the one in absolute control and I was merely existing.

I had no idea how long it went on but suddenly I couldn't feel the crop anymore. I just noticed that Ash had come up behind me and was caressing the burning skin with his hand. It felt cool and soft, and I heard his voice like honey in my ear.

"How does it feel to have let go of control for real, kitten?"

I couldn't answer him, my mind was still in that wonderous, strange trance and I could only draw a deep breath as he unhooked me and removed the handcuffs. It was only now that I felt that they had chafed my wrists, that hadn't even registered in my brain earlier. And now I also sensed how incredibly turned on I was. Ash closed his arms around me.

"Want me to remove your tail?" he mumbled in a low voice.

I nodded against his shoulder and felt him grab the fur and start to slowly pull out the plug. Without any warning pleasure erupted in me, the orgasm was so sudden when the plug was pulled out that I lost control of every bone in my body.

"Ooh, f-fuucking hell, oh... Jeeesus fuck...!" I gasped and clung to him as my body jerked.

Ash smiled down at me and when I had regained my balance somewhat, I saw that he had my cum all over his jeans.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," I said in shock.

"No, don't apologize," he said and stroked my cheek. "That I can make you cum like that, it's a fucking turn-on. But now I'd like to take care of you a bit."

I didn't quite understand what he meant but I was still so off in my head that I just followed him. He led me to the bed and told me to lay down on my stomach, which I gladly did. To lay on my back wouldn't be possible right now anyway. He draped the thick blanket over me and went up to the mini fridge in the corner.

"We're in luck," he said relieved and took out the tray of ice cubes from the freezer case. "Now I don't have to ask your parents for ice and make up some damn excuse to why I would need ice at this hour."

He grinned at me and poured out the ice cubes over a towel and wrapped it in his hand. Then he got down next to me in bed. Carefully he lifted the blanket and placed the wrapped towel on my thigh and the cold feeling was so soothing against my aching skin. Slowly he caressed my back and up along my neck.

"Is the ice for preventing bruises?" I mumbled and noticed how I was starting to wake up more and more from the daze.

"Yeah, but you'll bruise anyway," he said calmly.

"Why... what really happened? It was... such a strange feeling I got," I said, not sure how to explain.

He smiled and moved the towel to my butt cheek.

"If you want the science behind it there was a release of epinephrine and endorphin in your body, they act kinda like morphine. But in our setting, it's also called subspace. That's why I want to take care of you now, because if you waltz around like nothing happened you can start to feel really fucking bad. So let me just pamper you and cuddle with you for a while until you come out of it completely, ok?"

Even if I could somehow understand the science of it all, it still seemed absurd. That voice that I had been trying to suppress as much as possible was getting new energy and gnawed inside my head. Normal people shouldn't react this way. Pain was something bad and should be avoided at all costs, it was as simple as that.

Still, I couldn't shake that feeling. Not only had I been hypnotized by the whippings, but my normal need for control had also been completely wiped out during the time I had been chained up. It had been so liberating that I couldn't even find the beginning of that feeling. To just let go.

"It feels damn weird that I like it," I finally said. "Doesn't seem normal, you know."

"Who the hell wanna be normal?" Ash grinned. "You have a tiny masochist inside, that's all. I gotta say, you and I are a really good match."

"Because you know how to handle a riding crop?" I said amused.

"Because I have a tiny sadist inside. And I'm already thinking about how I will enjoy seeing you try to sit down tomorrow."