"One," I rasp. My breath already coming out in pants.
He pauses a moment, looking over my face. I can tell he is still worried he is going to push too far too fast. But I need him not to hold back.
"Please, Sir. I need more." I whimper.
A spark flashes in his eyes. His inner demons coming out to meet mine. The 2nd strike hits across my thighs.
"Two." I stutter.
"Open your legs wider." He demands. He kneels to attach each ankle restrain. I am fully at his mercy now.
*Crack*
A 3rd strike, again against my thighs, but one of the cords lands across my core. It sends shocks up my spine.
"Three." I cry out. I can feel the wetness beginning to leak down my legs.
*Crack*
The 4th hits across both of my tits. The cords gnashing against my nipples.
"Fff...four" fuck I can’t breathe.
He waits. Building anticipation. Making sure I don’t want this to stop.
*Crack*
The last one is aimed directly at my core. The knotted cords stinging across my inner thighs and my soaked pussy.
"Five."
I let out a shuttering exhale. I did it! I’m crying. Not from the pain, but from the euphoric release of all the pain that has been built up inside me these past weeks. I needed this more than anyone can understand. He puts the whip down to cup my face in his strong hands. He kisses my cheeks and tastes my tears. He gets me.
"You did so good, mi amor. My amazing, beautiful woman. God, I love you so much!"
He bites onto my lower lip before he caresses it with his tongue. He drags his tongue lower, running it across each red mark from the whip. Sparks are running along my skin.
"You are stunning. The marks I’ve made only heighten your beauty and power. You, Cassie, are a fucking Goddess."He continues his assault on my body, licking every whip mark before kneeling below me again. He unhooks my ankle restraints.
He lifts each of my legs over his shoulders, his head diving between my thighs. He looks up at me, tongue circling my clit. He pauses.
"You know. This is exactly what I was thinking about that night."
"What night?" I ask. There’s been a lot of nights so I’m unsure which he is talking about.
"The one where you watched me while I was on your couch. That was the same night I found out you were just like me. Tell me Cassie, did you go back to your room, or did you stay and watch?" he asks as he kisses my inner thigh before biting.
"Fuck!" I hiss. "I... I stayed and watched. I tried to walk away, but I couldn’t. I was drawn to you. I wanted to watch you touch yourself. It was hot."
"Ahh, so my girl is into a little voyeurism." He says between licks.
A blush creeps down my entire body. I didn’t think about it that way. He is feasting on me, savoring each drop. I can barely get words out.
"Tell me, mi amor, did you also touch yourself?"
My breath catches as he bites my clit after I don’t answer right away.
"Yes! Yes, I touched myself." I squeak out. The amount of pleasure and pain swirling around my body is causing me to be lightheaded.
