OnLocation by Sindra van Yssel Page A

chopping through jungle brush usually. There will be nothing done
to you with a knife tonight, and I would never use that knife in any sort of
play. It’s there for emergencies.”
    She started to nod but that hurt her scalp so she stopped.
“Yes Sir.” Something in his voice reassured her. He sounded so calm and in
control.
    He kissed the back of her neck. His hands slipped around her
waist. She could feel leather against her butt and warm skin on her upper back.
“You have such lovely skin. I could feel it all night long.”
    “Mmm,” she purred. “Why don’t you?”
    “I have to punish you. And besides, I enjoy giving pain.”
    “Are you glad I was late, then. Sir?”
    “No. I’d find a reason, no matter what.”
    “Oh. Why, Sir?” She didn’t understand. She enjoyed teasing
her previous boyfriends, sometimes, but that was as much to make the moment
last as out of sadistic pleasure. They’d fall asleep as soon as they were
satisfied. Although there was a bit of evil glee there too. Still, she didn’t
understand wanting to give pain.
    “It’s the way I’m wired. Why do you enjoy it, little sub?”
    “I don’t!” Although she had enjoyed it in the morning.
    “That’s one more stroke for lying, and one more stroke for
not saying Sir. I’m enjoying this conversation more and more.” He was too. She
could hear the smile in his voice.
    “Yes Sir.” She still didn’t know the answer to his question. Pain is not enjoyable by definition, right? Pleasure is good, pain is bad.
Simple. So why did the flogger feel so good when it stung? Why am I moving my
head to feel my hair pulling, as though scratching an itch? Why do I want to be
struck with the crop?
    “Are you ready to be punished now, or should we keep
talking?”
    She wanted to put it off, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to
risk adding strokes given that she didn’t even know how one would feel.
And she wanted to know. Dammit. She wondered if he knew what a dilemma he was
posing and then she played back the tone of his voice in her head. Yes, he knew
all right. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was teasing her. That
knowledge didn’t make it any easier to make a decision. Besides, she didn’t
want to. She wanted to give the right answer, whatever the right answer was.
    “Whatever it is you wish, Sir,” she said. She said it to
avoid answering, but it sounded so right. If he wanted to add more strokes, he
would. She didn’t know how many she was getting anyway. But she wanted to
please him.
    “We will start now then.” His hand cupped her breast, then
plucked lightly at her hardened peak. “I’m eager to see your ass redden. To
hear you shriek. But first, grab your chains, Teresa.”
    “Huh?”
    “It helps to have something to pull against. Grab your
chains. If you have to, yank on them. They’re very strong and the bed is very
well built.”
    “I might be a bit heavier than the other girls you’ve tested
it on, Sir.”
    Kyle chuckled. “I tested it myself. If I can’t break it, you
can’t.”
    Oh. The image flashed through her mind of Kyle, half-naked
and chained, pulling on the chains, his muscles tensing with effort. For a
split second she thought of herself as a Mistress, standing behind him with a
flogger, and then she pushed it from her mind. She didn’t want their positions
to be reversed. That was the craziest thing of all. Just because he pulled at
chains on the bed didn’t mean he was wired that way, anyway. She would rather
be struck by the flogger or the crop, or even whatever mystery he might have
pulled from that drawer, than be the person wielding it. Even if he could take
more than she could. It didn’t matter.
    She was where she needed to be, where she belonged. As she
grabbed the chains in her fists she was glad of them. They kept her there and
stopped her from fleeing. She couldn’t go anywhere. And that meant that in
spite of her fear she was going to get what she wanted.
    He moved in front of her