#SpankA2Z Challenge - D is for Dacryphilia
This excerpt is from Sorority Pledge 8: Pain Sprite Set Right.
Addison's at her breaking point emotionally, and she goes to her Dom, feeling itchy. She doesn't even realize what she desperately needs. But Logan recognizes she needs pain to set things right. Pain will make everything better. She's never actually had just solely a pain scene before; they like to roleplay or have straight-up D/s. But he's going to pain stack here. And this excerpt shows how Logan's sadism is linked to one very specific turn-on. If you've never heard that term before or don't really get it, well, now you can see dacryphilia in action.
“Are you ready to
hurt in tier one, Princess?”
“Yes, yes, Sir.
Please. I can’t take it. Waiting physically hurts.”
“Good. Stand up.”
I did but my legs
shook and body swayed. He wrapped around my back and his fingers
glided up and down my body and stopped to squeeze any fleshy parts. I
quaked as he nibbled and sucked my ear lobe and left sweet kisses on
my temple.
“My sweet
babydoll. Uh, I fucking can’t wait to make you cry.”
“Good, Sir.” A
chill of excitement tingled in my bones and rocked my back against
his torso.
His tickled my
neck, flicking my hair over my shoulder and out of the way so he
could increase his hot munch on one of my most erogenous zones. My
neck is more easily stimulated than my breasts, which is weird, but
it's true. The hub of nerves maybe. I just get a million more
sensations from anything from the softest stroke to hard bites.
When I had full
equilibrium, he nudged me over to the massage table and bent me over
the edge with his body. Leather padding was covered with a
fresh-scented sheet. I drank it in the sweet-breeze aroma as I laid there, waiting for his
worst.
His hands glided up
my arms, ordering me to keep them straight out along the length of
it, and his lips piqued random spots on my backside and ass with
butterfly-wing pecks. I shivered under his gentle attention, knowing
this was just to add contrast to the sure thunder coming my way.
He stepped away
from me, leaving me feeling chilled, even though the room was rather
warm.
We’d only spent
ten minutes together, but I felt tightly tethered to him and his
absence from my body made me feel weepy, cold and lost.
Sir was soon behind
me again. The swooshing of his clothing brought me some relief. He
stripped off his shirt and tossed it out past me. I could feel some of his warm skin as he went back to
kissing my neck, which was lovely and a trick to catch me off guard
and get me to relax. A hard rap of wood shot into my bare cheeks and
I screamed. The suddenness of it brought tears to my eyes. Logan gave
me three more hard hits that left stingy impressions behind, and then
switched out the wood for soft fur that he brushed down my sore
curves and thighs and over my exposed bits. I sighed at the luxurious
caress. The change up of sensations was driving me nuts though and
making me even hungrier for pain. I didn’t think that was possible.
Logan changed up,
again and again and again, going from a sadistic outpouring of
hellfire to sweet moments of respite and aftercare to rub out the
tartness of the sting. The blush he slowly painted on tingled and
smarted and began to radiate heat. My eyes spilled and spilled, and I
crunched back sobs.
“No way! No
fucking holding back, Addison. You are so sexy right now, my hot,
hot, bitch.” He smashed that wooden plank into me again with the
ferocity of a thunder clap. My wavy, yowling sob bounced off the
walls. “There. Like that. Release it all right now,” he insisted,
followed up by another butt-pulverizing smack. “I won’t hesitate
to turn that red to black.”
I wept, letting
tears and snot fall free. My lungs lumbered for breath and Sir bent
over me.
“Yes! Uh, so damn
sexy. Just like that. You know how badly I want to see and hear you.
Don’t you dare bind it up.” He growled and hummed in my ear and
mashed his erection, hard and rough, against my throbbing, hungry
slit. “Ohmygod, Addison, I’ve never been more on fire. You are so
beautiful right now. You feel how fucking hard I am? You see that?
Look what you do to me, you naughty, naughty pain freak.” His
fingers hooked roughly into my mouth, clawing down painfully under my
tongue. “Beg! Beg me, whore.”
He let go and I
swallowed hard. My voice was shattered with arousal as I shouted,
“Hurt me! Make me cry and scream! Give me one more, Sir.”
Ah, and he did! He
delivered a nasty, brutal jolt to my ass that rocked my body so hard, I thought I’d crash through the table. I shrilled in beautiful
agony and saw new colors.
He crouched down,
rubbing, inspecting the damage. Aaaahh, and then, he bit me. His
teeth dug into my sore cheeks and clamped down and his tongue stroked
side to side as he held the bite and forced indentations into my
flesh. I screamed and shook as the pain tossed me into heaven. I
didn’t expect elevation so soon. His teeth didn’t let go until my
scream turned into a sigh. I melted more fully into the edge of the
table, feeling so light yet weighty at the same time.
Sir drenched me
with kisses, more silk swipes and the softest fondling of my bits,
with both his fingers and tongue. He spent ten or fifteen minutes
just lightly loving on me and letting me float around on the magic
carpet ride of an endorphin rush.
Wow, this is a steamy snippet from the book. But please explain to a stupid Dutchman what Dacryphilia is!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading. It's getting turned on by tears or watching someone cry.
ReplyDeleteThat was a wonderful description of both a Dom's arousal by tears and a sub's need to gain that desperate release through submission and pain.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! Glad you liked it.
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