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Price of Betrayal 4: Tanya Learns Her Limits

... frowned deeper. I sat on the edge of the tub. "Look at me." Her eyes came to mine. "Why are you doing this, Sir?" "Doing what?" "Taking care of me like this. I thought you liked to see me in pain, Sir. I thought you were a sadist." "I do and I am. I am a sexual sadist. I can't get off without pain being involved. But once my demons are sated, I'm perfectly capable of compassion and even love sometimes. My sadistic urges are completely bound up in sex. I don't hurt women just because I can. I hurt them because I have to in order to climax. I'm not a psychopath, Tanya. I know there are plenty of people who would disagree with that, but I don't want to keep you in continuous pain, and I certainly don't want to take things so far that I kill you. That's why I am so happy you safe worded. Now I know what you can take, and I have to say, it's far more than I expected. Do I want to hurt you again? Of course, but not tonight, and probably not for several days to come." I grinned. "After all, the more healed you are, the more I can hurt you. I may even wait until you are fully healed before we visit the dungeon again." "But, Sir, that might be weeks." "True, but that's my problem, not yours. Now, are you hungry?" "Not really, Sir." "You need to eat something, or you'll faint on me again. How about some soup?" She smiled, and nodded. "That would be nice, thank you, Sir." I kissed her forehead and left her soaking. The oils in the water would help with the swelling, and I would later ...

... apply some arnica cream to her worst bruises. As I made the soup, I thought to myself that I may have found the perfect partner. The two women I had mentioned to Tanya, the ones I had beaten as severely, had both spent the night of their beatings sobbing and refusing to let me come near them, much less talk to them and take care of them. They had both been gone before I woke up the next morning. I was spooning the soup into bowls when I heard a noise behind me. I looked over my shoulder and caught my breath at the sight before me. Tanya was standing naked at the end of the bar, her hands clasped behind her back, watching me. I turned around and crossed my arms over my chest, raking my eyes over every inch I could see. She had dozens of small bruises, welts, and scabs in every conceivable location. Her clit was red and swollen, as were her pussy lips. I counted the long welts covering her breasts, stomach, and legs from top to bottom, coming up to twenty-three by the time I reached her feet. There were just as many red marks that hadn't welted, or where the welt had already receded. I caught her eyes with mine, smirked, and twirled my finger in the air. She turned around, and I again counted the welts from her shoulders to her calves. Thirty-two welts and about the same number of other marks. I estimated that a full half of the welts also had bruising, and I felt myself getting hard again. "Fuck," I muttered, adjusting myself in my jeans. "Something wrong, Sir?" Tanya asked, not ...