“Please.Oh God.Please.”
She rocked her hips forward as much as the bonds would let her.Grinning, my lips still pressed to her clit, I gave her what she needed.I thrust two fingers deep inside her and curled them toward the front of her body while I kept a steady pressure on her clit with my lips and tongue.It took moments, as if she’d been hanging on the edge for days—the same edge I was hanging on—waiting for me to touch her, and then she was coming, her body shaking as her pussy pulsed and tightened around my fingers.
Resting my forehead against the soft swell of her stomach, I pressed a kiss to her bare mound and gave us both a minute to catch our breath.
“That was unexpected,” she said, and I smiled at the truth in her words.“I can’t believe I finished so fast.”
Standing on legs shakier than I was comfortable admitting, I nuzzled her neck and pressed a kiss behind her ear.
“Oh, beautiful,” I said, reaching for the flogger.“We’re not even close to finished.”
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MY BODY STILL trembledwith the aftershocks of my climax as Erik circled me, looking like a lion ready to pounce.Which made me the stupid gazelle, tied up and at the big cat’s mercy.Except Eric wasn’t a lion, and I’d asked for this.I wanted this.His mouth on my clit shot to the top of my favorite things list.Honestly, I’d expected to have to beg before he’d let me come, and I would have.I do just about anything to get him to touch me, to put his mouth on me again.His cock inside me.
“I assume you know the basic premise of pain and endorphin levels?”He held the grip of the flogger in one hand and ran the tails through the fingers of his other hand, as comfortable as if the leather was part of his body.
“The body releases endorphins in response to sensations normally perceived as painful, resulting in a morphine-like effect.Endorphins are dumped into the blood stream all at once in a load.It requires ten minutes for the endorphin load to build up and be released.”I swallowed hard.It was one thing to read a bunch of statistics.It was another thing entirely when faced with the business end of a flogger wielded by someone who knew how to use it.Unlike my timid client, I had no doubt Erik knew exactly what he was doing.I’d been fascinated with the idea of sub space since I came across it in my research.I’d just never trusted anyone enough to take me there.I trusted Erik.
“That’s right, but it’s more than that,” said Erik, circling closer.
I tracked him, every nerve in my body on high alert as I waited for him to strike.No fucking pun intended.
“The key is to keep ramping up the endorphin loads so they compound each other.After the first ten minutes, a sub’s experience of pain as well as their threshold shifts.”He circled me, trailing the flogger between his hands, capturing my attention completely.“An experienced Dom can help their sub reach such a heightened state of arousal, stimuli that would normally be experienced as discomfort or pain become one more layer of potential pleasure.”
He moved the hand holding the flogger closer to me, and I sucked in a breath in anticipation.But instead of flicking me with the tails, he brushed the back of his fingers over my breast, circling but not quite touching my areola.
“Every stimulus is perceived as an experience to move toward,” he said, running the back of his hand over the tight peak of my nipple.
I pulled against the bounds holding my wrists and arched my back, desperate for more.He stroked my aching nipple again and then twisted his wrist so the leather tails kissed the side of my breast.I sucked in a breath and held it as he repeated the movement, a little harder this time, with a bit more sting.One, two, three more times he brought the tails down gently on my breast.Always around but never on my nipple until all I could think about was what it would feel like to have the leather touch me there.
“Every touch, every small bite of pain adds to the sensations, driving you higher.”
He flicked his wrist and the tails struck my nipple with a sting.Before I could catch my breath, he struck again with more bite this time, hard enough that I couldn’t swallow my gasp.And then his mouth was on me, suckling my abused flesh, drawing my nipple deeper into his mouth.Soothing me with his tongue.
It was as if my brain shifted direction in a split second and I couldn’t make sense of anything—couldn’t think anything but more.I wanted more.I let out the breath I’d been holding and relaxed in the tender ministrations of his lips on my nipple.When he bit gently, his teeth ringing my nipple, I pressed into him.It would shock the hell out of me later, but in the moment—deep in the moment—the only words that filtered through my brain were single-syllable pleas.More.Yes.Fuck.Please.God.
“That’s it, beautiful.Just like that.”He circled again, punctuating his praise with intermittent strikes of the leather against my skin.
The blows landed on my butt, my ribcage, the underside of my breasts.He tickled the place where my spread thighs met my ass and my world narrowed focus to the points of leather touching my skin.Kissing.Biting.Dull thuds and stinging caresses.I lost track of time, lost track of everything but Erik and the way he made me feel.
“Still with me, sweetheart?”He held my face in his hand, forcing me to meet his gaze and momentarily pulling me out of the buzzing, vibrating mess he’d made of my nerves.
“Yes.I want...”The words came out as a whisper and I couldn’t figure out how to finish the sentence.
“I know.”He kissed me, and I opened for him willingly or unable to deny him anything.
I knew with a soul-deep certainty, trusting Erik completely was the only reason I could surrender.I’d never be able to give myself over to the sensations he wove over my body like a tapestry if I didn’t know without a doubt that he was man enough to hold me.To keep me safe while I flew.
Fuck.The thought should terrify me.Before the idea could take root, he broke the kiss and brought the leather tails down on my ass with enough bite to make me tug against my bonds.Then it was a light kiss of leather over my ribcage.A sting of tails against my nipple and his mouth there to soothe the sting before it even registered.My sex wept for him, arousal painting my thighs.I whimpered—desperate, hungry, needy little cries falling from my lips in an incoherent string.
The tails snapped against my aching, swollen clit and my body bucked, a combination of needing to close my legs and to bring him closer at the same time.He struck again—not hard—but the stinging kiss of leather hit its mark.Someone screamed, a high keening cry but I couldn’t think of anything but the climax pushing me closer and closer to the edge.I was going over.I couldn’t stop, and I didn’t know if I’d survive it.
Erik dropped to his knees in front of me, wrapped his lips around my abused clit and sucked.His fingers filled me, ripping the orgasm from my body, and I shattered with the pleasure of it.Flying free.
