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on Rae’s flesh was audible every time she let her wrist go. Rae lost control and screamed out at one point, but she didn’t ask for it to stop.
    The man in the rack next to her turned his head to stare at the whipping. His mouth creased, and he blinked back sweat nervously. The sweating “master” laid a hand on Amelia’s shoulder and gripped her tightly, a silent urge to take it easy. But Amelia only hit the girl harder, leaving line after line of red welts along Rae’s belly and thighs and then —smack, smack, smack —working her way up the girl’s body. Rae’s cries of hurt turned to mangled moans…but there was something orgasmic in the tone as the flogger turned red trails of agony into broken skin. Beads of blood now trailed in the wake of the leather when it bit the skin.
    At last, Amelia set the flogger down and undid Rae’s bonds. She held the trembling woman close and kissed her hard on the mouth and neck, as Rae shivered with the aftermath of her first true paingasm.
    When the trembling stopped, Amelia held Rae’s face between her palms and smiled. Rae struggled with a barrage of feelings; she wanted to kiss Amelia, and slap her at the same time. Her flesh burned, everywhere, and in the back of her mind she wondered how she would be able to wear a bra tomorrow. But mostly she felt a surge of love for this woman who had known exactly how to give her what she craved. No holding back. No halfhearted spankings or slaps. She had drawn blood. Amelia’s eyes held her own with a green flare that was piercing. Filled with a need that the beating had awakened in the other woman’s own flesh.
    “I’ll look for you in The Red,” Amelia said. She bent down to take one last kiss, and was gone.
    Rae sank to the floor and pulled her slut clothes close. She put her arms around her knees and rocked slowly on the floor, closing her eyes now and then to just live in the burn that followed every drip of sweat down her breasts and belly and thighs. Sweet heat.
    The two men stepped over from the other rack and knelt beside her. Their erections were as obvious as their concern.
    “Are you okay?” the flogger asked.
    She looked up at him with eyes crying in desire and pained joy.
    “Oh yes,” Rae said. “This is what I’ve been looking for.”
    She pulled him down to the ground with her, wrapped her arms around his chest and cried.

Chapter Three
    Deeper
    The anxiousness that had plagued her earlier was gone now, thanks to the warmth and power of wielding the whip. Sometimes she just needed to be reminded of what she really needed. Amelia could fight against herself, but she would never win. She needed what NightWhere gave as much as she needed food or sleep.
    Amelia worked her way to the back of the club and past the beginner’s flogging racks to an arched doorway in a shadowed corner. The entry was cordoned off with a red velvet rope, but Amelia stepped over the barrier and knocked. The door opened slightly at the touch of her knuckles, and without being asked, Amelia held her wrist out. Someone inside shone a small black light across her skin, and the snake there shimmered and glowed in the purple-hued light; the snake looked almost alive as the flash moved over it.
    The hand disappeared and Amelia followed it inside.
    The door closed behind her and the boom and throb of the Blue Room’s sound system suddenly disappeared. In its place, she heard a more appealing sound. The sound that made her blood pump faster. The sound that made her thighs grow damp and her groin warm. Her whole body, in fact, underwent a change as she stepped past the candle flames on either side of the room and heard the first few screams from beyond the foyer, back in the dark recesses. She took a deep breath and the stress of the week slid away from her as quickly as she shed her clothes. Once stripped, Amelia walked past the first dark curtain. The red lights trained from the ceiling and floor accentuated the road map of her scars, but