He didn’t make her wait long. Fingers of leather glided from her shoulders to the base of her spine—slowly petting.
“This is a suede flogger,” he said, as the strands trailed over her again, fanning out over her skin. “Soft, supple, perfect for easing you in. I think you’ll like it.”
She heard the smile in his voice. Felt the promise in his patient initiation.
The strands left her back, and she braced. He gave her a moment. Another. Letting the suspense build.
Thenthwap, the tails connected across her bottom, warm and deliberate.
She sucked in a gulp of air. Not in pain, from shock and need.
“Breathe for me, Emily,” he murmured.
She exhaled, not realizing she hadn’t.
“Good girl,” he praised.
He drew the flogger across her again, caressing from hip to hip. She relaxed into it thenthwap. It came down again, still measured but slightly harder.
His boots scuffed on the floor as he moved to her side. “Now, you’ll feel the rhythm.”
And she did.Thwap,thwap, pause, and repeating. Each sequence built upon the last, warmth blooming across her skin. The suede kissed the curve of her ass and moved lower, across her thighs. Never rushed, never careless. He coaxed her deeper into sensation, until her muscles loosened and her mind quieted, and all she could hear was the steady rise and fall of the flogger, and Alec’s breath syncing with hers.
Thwap,thwap, pause.
A little firmer.
Thwap,thwap, pause.
As much as the restraints allowed, her body arched into it, seeking more.
A low moan escaped her throat.
“That’s it, baby,” he praised, softly. “Surrender to me.”
The flogger moved like an extension of his hand—brushing, striking, sometimes drumming light in patterns that made her grip the bench. Desire pooled, her skin warm and alive. She no longer knew which strike would land next or where, only that he guided her and owned every inch of the moment.
“Alec… sir,” she breathed, the blindfold making everything sharper.
“Almost there. Hang on for me.”
Another kiss of suede. And another.
Shaking as she struggled to contain the passion soaring and threatening to break free.
The next pause was longer. She heard something clatter on the floor. Her skin tingled; she waited hot and wanting.
His hands smoothed over her tender cheeks as he stepped up behind her.
“You’re perfect,” he said quietly. “Open, trusting, trembling.”
He entered her from behind in one long thrust. She cried out, nearly shattering. He glided in again, and again, until she couldn’t hold off any longer. Release broke over her. It wasn’t just physical—everything melted away in his hands until it was only them. Only now.
She floated, seeming weightless as her senses reawakened—the sounds, the cool air on her damp skin, the restraints keeping her in place, and Alec still inside her. His hands gripped her hips as he thrust, his control evaporating by rapid degrees.
He groaned—a low, rough sound pulled from deep in his chest. “You feel incredible,” he rasped. “So tight around me. Jesus, baby.”
His hips snapped forward again. She felt the tension coil in him, the way his breathing sharpened against her shoulder.
