I stepped behind her, dragging the flogger across her shoulders and down her spine. She whimpered and tried to swallow the sound; it slipped out anyway.
Circling her, I adjusted myself, cursing the parts of me that already wanted to deviate from my plan. Tonight wasn’t about giving in. Tonight was about giving her just enough to make her beg. Enough to make her want to come back.
I drew a slow breath and watched her until she trembled, the silence stretching and tightening around her.
Time to quiet the noise in her head.
Chapter 9
Mira
The flogger’s first strike snapped across my backside. I flinched, not from pain, but pure shock. Until now, those soft leather tassels had only teased, a whisper of sensation against my skin. This was something entirely different.
I tensed, waiting for another blow. Nothing came. Only the slow, steady cadence of his breathing behind me.
Snap.
This one kissed the front of my thigh, deliberate in placement. I gasped before I could stop myself.
When the hell had he moved in front of me?
How was I expected to stay silent? It wasn’t even something that had crossed my mind when I read the rules.
Another strike licked across my breasts. Then the back of my thighs.
He was everywhere at once. Behind me, in front of me, beside me. I couldn’t track him. The way I was strung up, I couldn’t even move if I wanted to. I couldn’t do anything but take it. That was probably the point.
Each hit came from a new angle, every pause, the anticipation grew. I tried to predict where the next would land,but after a while I stopped trying. There was no pattern. He was always one step ahead, staying just outside my awareness, just outside my control.
And beneath it all, the slow relentless vibration of the bullet in my panties. Not quite on my clit, but close enough to drive me out of my mind. Close enough that I was already soaked.
Each shift of my hips sent a new wave spiraling through me. Teasing, denying, keeping me right there—breathless, aching for whatever he’d do next.
I felt him, before his warm breath hit my neck. “Color Pet?”
My chest heaved with each breath, but I forced out the word. “Green.” God, I’d never felt so alive.
“That’s a good girl.”
The praise hit harder than any strike. If it weren’t for the restraints holding me up, my legs would’ve buckled.
He stayed behind me, close enough that the hard length of his cock pressed against my ass. Bigger than anyone I’d ever been with. The realization sent heat rolling low through my stomach.
His fingers brushed the side of my throat, a glancing, possessive touch, before sliding down to my breasts. He pinched my nipples between his fingers.
I cried out before I could stop myself.
“Tsk, Tsk, little one. Silence is a virtue.”
Tears stung my eyes as he tugged again. Harder this time. I bit down my lip to keep from crying out again. He released them and circled in front of me.
“Color?”
I sniffled, my mind scrambling. Did I want him to stop?
He didn’t rush me. Instead, he tugged down the top of the negligee and lowered his mouth to my sore nipple, his tongue soothing the sting with slow, deliberate strokes.
“Green, Sir.”
