“How many?”he demanded.
“Five.”Then she remembered… “Sir.”
“Much better.”
She heard him take a step, then he stroked a hand between her legs.
“I might have lied when I said I only want you in here once a week,” he said.“I love beating you.”
He moved away and struck each of her upper thighs.
They were somewhat harder, and she swayed a little.“Six and seven, Sir.”
“Beautiful.Come back to neutral when you can.”
She realized he was giving her time to absorb each stroke, to be lost in her thoughts.Once the pain receded, a warm glow replaced it.And she felt ready to continue.A few seconds later, she got back into position.
The next three were dizzying, this time somewhat lower on her legs, alternating sides, and the third landed somewhere in the middle.“W-w-ow.”She forced out a jagged breath.“Eight, nine, ten,” she said, eventually remembering.
He dragged a thumb across each tiny bite, reigniting the pain.
“Cruel and unusual, Sir.”
“You’ll remember them more.”
As if she’d ever forget anything they shared.She was responding to Connor more than she had any man, ever.The idea of finding another lover after him was daunting.
“Ask me to continue.”
In that moment, she realized what was happening.She wasn’t simply enduring this.She wanted it.Him.His whip.“Please.I want more.Sir.”
“The pleasure is mine.”
He marked her, just above the area he’d scorched.“Eleven.”She gasped.Then he moved to the other side.“Twelve, Sir.”
Methodically, he continued, placing each about an inch above the last.They were biting, burning.“Thirteen.Fourteen.”She’d lost count.“Fifteen?Sir?”
“Stop counting,” he told her.“Simply surrender.”
The next stole her breath.
Then he caught the inside of her thigh and she screamed.
“I’m waiting to hear you say yellow if you don’t want me to continue,” he said.
She didn’t give it to him.She wanted this.Instead, she struggled back into the correct position.
She felt him at her pussy, his fingers, his mouth.
The pain drove the arousal to stunning new heights.Combined with the way he’d denied her earlier, she wanted to crawl out of her own skin.
She pulled against the restraints, trying to push her hips back so she could force him to lick more of her pussy.
With a small laugh, he moved away.
The ankle cuffs made it impossible for her to close her legs to assuage the throbbing demand.
He continued the beating.Sensations merged, desire and anguish becoming one.His stripes went higher, until he’d covered her ass.He was no longer gentle, and she loved it.
