“The one you’re holding is a paddle,” I say, as she swishes it in her hands. “It’s got a bit of a sting but it spreads the impact across a wider area.”
She swaps the paddle for the crop just as I slide her second strap down, earning a squeak as I brush her other nipple.
“The crop looks scary but can be quite gentle if wielded correctly. The cane is for serious enthusiasts,” I add, as she picks it up. “It’s designed for pain and can leave a real mark. If you’re not careful, you can break the skin so it’s not for beginners.”
She puts it down gingerly and picks up the flogger. It’s a super soft leather one, with tiny knots at the end.
“And this is the flogger,” I say fondly, taking it from her. “It can sting but it’s got the most versatility. You can cause every bit as much pleasure as pain.”
I jerk the top of her dress down, fully exposing her breasts to me and she gasps but doesn’t object. I smile as I step in front of her, trailing the ends of the flogger across her chest. Her breath hitches and I lean forward to kiss her gently on the spot just below her ear.
“Ok, sign me up,” she pants, unzipping the bottom half of her dress and deftly stepping out of it. She’s now in just a thong and heels, and my heart all but stops at the sight of her. She’s magnificent.
“How would you like to play this?” I ask, stepping into her space as I cup her breasts and weigh them in my palms. She sighs contentedly, arching up to give me better access.
“Happy to be led by you, sir,” she teases but a white-hot bolt of desire whips through me at the word ‘sir’. She catches the tick of my jaw and smirks at me.
“Bratting will get you punished,” I say lightly, picking the flogger back up and swishing it. I bring it down across her nipples and she gasps, her eyes going wide.
“Oof,” she exhales, biting her lip.
“You want to be my toy tonight, Emmy?” I say, testing the waters. She nods, her eyes bright. “Then kneel.”
Her pupils blow out and she gets down onto her knees, waiting for instructions.
I press my thumb to her lower lip and it springs back. It’s time to begin.
CHAPTER 34
Emmy
Every inchof my skin is alight as Luke looms over me, his eyes dark with desire as I kneel.
He presses down on my bottom lip and seems entranced when it bounces under his touch. He’s looking at me with lust but there’s something else there too. Something deeper and hungrier.
He walks behind me as I sit with my hands in my lap, and I suddenly feel the tail of the flogger trailing over my skin. It sends waves of goosebumps in its wake and my core clenches with anticipation. The only warning is the whistle of leather through air before it snaps across my shoulder blades. It barely stings, more a crackle than pain, but it wakes every nerve ending, sending pulses of need straight through me.
He alternates between trailing the flogger over my skin and lightly snapping the flails until I am practically panting, before he lays it back down on the bed. He spends a few moments selecting his next tool and then gives me a small smile as he picks up the crop. My heart kicks in my chest and I feel a tingle of nerves, wondering if this will hurt.
But instead of bringing the crop to my skin, he uses it to point to my lap and arches a brow. “Knees apart now, sweetheart,” he commands, and I move. “Further,” he pushes, and I comply.
I gasp as he traces the edge of the crop up the outside of my underwear.
“Are you wet for me, Em?” he asks, repeating the motion as my hips push forward, offering myself up to him.
“N-No?” I say, with a question in my voice.
He kneels before me and slides two fingers inside my underwear. His look of satisfaction is purely male.
“You’re right, love. You’re not wet, you’re drenched.” He pulls his fingers back and I let out a whimper of protest, which only makes him laugh. He lifts his fingers to his mouth and licks. “Delicious.”
I breathe in heavily through my nose as I squirm for more sensation. He’s barely touched me and I’m desperate to feel him. I close my eyes for a moment and suddenly feel a sharp sting to my clit. The bastard has just landed a slap straight to my pussy.
I cry out as a wave of pure pleasure, tinged with a tiny edge of pain, shoots through me. My eyes pop open and find his. He holds my gaze as he swings the crop through the air again and delivers another sharp smack.
My breaths are sawing in and out of me now, the early stages of an orgasm building inside me. I’ve never known anything like this – the mix of anticipation, pleasure, and stinging pain combining in a swirling vortex of need that threatens to drag me under.
He reaches past me and plucks the paddle from the bed. The sound it makes against his palm is a dull, heavy thud, nothing like the sting of the crop.
