I would do—for now.
I draped her over the back of a chair while I worked her ass with a leather belt. I didn’t bind her in any way. I told her that it was a test of her self control. I wanted her to find out for herself just how much she could tolerate. I knew that she was less likely to panic if she could cling to the knowledge that she had the power to end this relationship with a word.
I laid into her hard, with swift, relentless slashes that had her shaking and sobbing as she held the chair seat with sweating, white knuckled hands. I was waiting for her to stand up and shout curses at me, or apologize for wasting my time and offer me plane fare home with something extra for my trouble.
Whenever I sensed that she was near that point, I would tuck the belt under my arm pit and run my
