The Original Sinners: The Red Years
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“Yes, mistress,” she whispered and the smile remained.
Nora raised her hand and slapped it off instead.
Sheridan gasped as Nora grabbed her by the back of the neck; her fingers tangled in the girl’s blond hair, and she dragged her to the head of the bed. From under the bed, Nora pulled her famous red riding crop.
“Hands here,” Nora ordered and Sheridan came up on her knees and gripped the black metal headboard as instructed.
Nora found Sheridan’s clitoris again and kneaded it. In a few moments Sheridan started panting and pushing her hips into Nora’s hand.
“Pick a number between one and five,” Nora instructed, and Sheridan groaned. Poor little thing hated this game. Nora never revealed in advance what Sheridan was picking. One to five orgasms? One to five beatings?
Sheridan’s small hands twisted nervously on the black metal of the headboard.
“Five, mistress?” her worried voice replied.
“Five then, little miss.” Nora pulled her hand away from Sheridan. “Five welts.”
Sheridan released a moan of fear. A well-justified moan as Nora brought her crop down hard and swift between Sheridan’s shoulder blades. Another blow landed in the center of Sheridan’s back. Another on her lower back. Nora hit even harder on her bottom and hardest still on her thighs. With each strike, Sheridan cried out. It hurt. Of course it hurt. Sheridan didn’t love it until it hurt.
Nora dropped the crop and ran her hand down Sheridan’s welted back. She, like Soren, knew how to beat someone brutally without leaving marks. But Sheridan cherished her welts and bruises just as Nora once did. The public believed Sheridan didn’t do nude scenes because of modesty. Modesty? The girl once let four men fuck her in one night while Nora watched and directed the action. No, the only reason Sheridan kept her clothes on in public was because of what Nora did to her in private.
“I’ll tell you a secret,” Nora whispered as she traced a finger around a bright red slash on Sheridan’s back. Nora slid between Sheridan and the headboard. Once more she lightly sucked on Sheridan’s nipples. With both hands, Nora opened up Sheridan’s wet folds and looked up at the gasping girl. “It wasn’t just five welts you were choosing.”
“No, mistress?”
“No…you also picked five fingers.”
Sheridan shuddered as Nora pushed first two, then three fingers into her. Nora considered pausing for lube but Sheridan was so wet right now, lube would be a moot point. A fourth finger followed. Finally Nora turned her hand and pushed her thumb into Sheridan and Sheridan cried out in shocked pleasure.
“Don’t you dare, little miss,” Nora warned.
Sheridan’s breaths came in short bursts as she forced herself not to orgasm. Nora never let her come on her own…only on command.
Spreading her fingers, Nora pushed in deeper.
“Now,” Nora said as she lightly pinched Sheridan’s clitoris. The girl released a desperate gasp as her inner muscles spasmed wildly around Nora’s hand.
As Nora pulled out, Sheridan released a little whimper. It seemed such a crime to take Sheridan’s money for these sessions. Nora would pay good money herself just to hear that sound.
“I’m going to tell you another secret, little miss.” Nora gathered a fistful of Sheridan’s hair again and pulled her off the bed. She shoved Sheridan forward so the girl stood with her legs a foot apart and her hands on the bed.
“Yes, mistress?”
Nora gathered supplies before coming to stand at the opposite side of the bed. She threw down a crop, a flogger, a cane, a paddle and a whip—five implements of torture. Then she lay down in a straight line five vibrators of increasingly larger sizes.
“It wasn’t just five fingers, either,” Nora said as Sheridan started panting again in anticipation at the sight of all the pain ahead of her, all the pleasure.
“Mistress…” Sheridan breathed. “I only paid for an hour.”
Nora laughed.
Rule number two, ma^itresse…give them everything they paid for and not a minute more.
Nora came back to Sheridan and caressed the girl’s trembling back, kissed her shivering shoulder.
“Shh…” Nora instructed as she ran a single finger down the side of Sheridan’s exquisite face. “What Kingsley doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
Nora took off her jacket and tossed it aside. She reached for the cane and Sheridan whimpered.
That sound…worth every minute, worth every penny.
Before this night ended, she’d break Sheridan open—body and soul.
Some days Nora loved her job.
* * *
Several hours later Nora pulled up her suspenders and stuffed her tie in her pocket.
Sheridan still lay in bed, the sheet twisted around her hips leaving her petite back, scored with welts and bruises, bare to the eye.
“You did very well tonight, little miss,” Nora said. “A pleasure as always. Until next time.”
“Nora?” she said and Nora turned around. Sheridan sat up and pulled the covers primly up to her chest, an odd gesture considering the last three hours of sex and S&M they’d shared.
“What’s up, Sher?” Nora sat on the bed next to the pale, small beauty.
“I don’t know if there’ll be a next time. I’m getting married.”
“Married? People still do that?”
Sheridan laughed. “God knows why, but yes.”
“You’ve told him—”
She nodded. “He says…he’ll try. We’re working on it. He won’t be as good as you, but then again who is?”
Nora smiled in agreement.
“I’ll miss you, beautiful.” Nora leaned forward and kissed the girl with a passion she rarely allowed herself to share with her clients. She pulled back and looked into Sheridan’s wide, tired eyes. “But you do what you have to do. Are you sure you have to do it?”
Sheridan shrugged and looked so small and sad that for a moment Nora hated the girl’s fianc'e with an anger she usually reserved only for her fights with Soren.
“Can’t do this forever, can we?” she asked. “I mean, I have to have something in my life besides money and work and waiting for you to have a few hours for me. You’ve got your books, Nora. I want to have something like that, something that matters more than anything. Can you understand that?”
Nora nodded and didn’t say anything. She just pressed her forehead to Sheridan’s and rested it there. She kissed her quick on the forehead and stood up.