I slide her dress down her body. It’s sleeveless, so I don’t need to uncuff her to do it—a stroke of luck for her garment if nothing else. Any other dress, I’d have torn clean off her body. Her bra comes next, then her panties.
Fuck.She’s already wet, all soaked and ready. I could fuck her right now and she’d be screaming, begging for it.
But that’s not what we’re doing today.
I pick up the second toy: a black leather flogger. Mia asked me to switch off her brain, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
The moment I start dragging the tails up her thigh, Mia’s body jolts. She doesn’t ask what I’m doing this time—she’s learning—but I still want to hear her voice.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“It’s… tingly,” she breathes. “It tickles.”
I brush around her hip bone and keep rising, ignoring the spot she needs me the most. She shifts, trying to get touched where she wants—to yank back control.
I spank the side of her ass, hard.
She moans. I scrape my nails across the tender area. “Disobey me again, and there’ll be consequences.”
She flushes bright red. “Yes.”
“‘Yes,sir.’”
“Yes, sir.”
I continue my ascent. The flogger’s tails drag goosebumps out of Mia’s hips, her sides, the plump swell of her pregnant belly. Our baby’s in there, I remind myself—the babyIput there. A flare of possessiveness sparks inside me. A primal urge to keep filling her up, over and over again.
When the flogger brushes against her nipple, her whole body jumps. “Ah!”
“Tell me how it feels,” I command again.
“Good,” she gasps. “It—It feelsgood.”
I’m hard as a rock. My cock is begging to be sprung free, but I restrain myself. This isn’t about my pleasure. It’s about hers.
And we’re only getting started.
Her nipples have pebbled now, desperate to be touched. I play with them a little longer like this, just stroking lightly.
Then, without warning, I whip her breasts with the flogger.
Mia’s back arches off the bed. I almost worry I’ve gone too far, but the moan that breaks out of her lips is so delicious, it takes every ounce of self-control not to fuck her then and there.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers.
“Not God,” I correct her darkly. “Me.”
Her throat bobs. “Yulian,” she gasps. “Please. I—I need more.”
“I’ll decide that.”
She sighs, melting back into the mattress. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
Without another word, I keep rising. Collarbone, throat, lips. Every spot I’ve ever touched with my mouth, I touch with the toy, making sure to linger wherever Mia’s most sensitive.
Then I tip her chin up with the butt of the flogger. “Open up.”
