I was still learning to differentiate between all the materials I came across. “Soft,” I replied, feeling the long, narrow piece of fabric.
“What else?”
“Smooth. Cool.”
“Can you imagine what it looks like?” he asked, his lips a breath away from mine, warming my skin. I shook my head. “If I had to bind you with it, how would it make you feel?”
Oddly, that vision sent a thrill rushing through my body. “Sexy,” I whispered shyly, remembering how much I’d learned from Levana during Xavier’s absence.
His chuckle had me squeezing my thighs, the ache in between growing stronger. “It’s a white satin ribbon. Shiny on one side, dull on the other. Hands behind your head,” he ordered, his tone a firm gentleness. I linked my fingers behind my head and felt him bind my wrists. The hanging tails of the ribbon tickled my back, making my skin tingle.
“So beautiful.” He kissed my chin lightly. “White silk over your eyes.” A kiss to one eye. “White satin trailing down your back from your bound wrists.” A kiss to my nose. “Your form perfect.” A kiss to my brow. “Your brown nipples hard and eager to be savored.” A kiss to one shoulder. “Your skin glowing.” A kiss to the other shoulder. “Your lips plump and pink.” A kiss to my lips. “Stunning.”
His praise caressed my ears, yet with each kiss, my body ignited, sending sparks to all my nerve endings, something I couldn’t explain even if I tried.
“Now, listen to my words, let go and relax. I will use two floggers—”
I panicked, moving my covered eyes to where I assumed he stood. “Two?”
“It’s called Florentine flogging, done with a flogger in each hand, swung together in a specific pattern. Don’t associate it with pain, Ella,” he soothed, almost like he was telling me to forget about Master. “It will hurt at first, but you must embrace it before the pleasure seeps in. If you want me to stop, use your safe word. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
He leaned closer. Whether the blindfold heightened my other senses, his scent, more potent than usual, crept up my nostrils, making me restless with need. He dropped a soft kiss just below my ear. “I will promise, though, that by the time I finish, you will ask me for more,” he whispered, his voice gravelly. Instead of fear, I shuddered, my pussy muscles contracting in anticipation. “I’m going to move you a little.”
With one hand on my back and the other just below my rib cage, he lifted me to my knees. Gently, he pushed me forward until I felt a cushiony softness press into my chest and brow, positioning me almost at an upward angle instead of flat out, exposing my back and arse.
“I’m going to touch you now.”
I held my breath, waiting. Even though my body succumbed to his presence, I wasn’t prepared for that first touch—so light, it almost felt like he wasn’t touching me. It started on my upper back just below my shoulder blades, down on either side of my spine and over the fleshy cheeks of my arse, and back up again. My skin began to prickle with the sensation. Goosebumps flamed from the electricity dancing across my skin wherever he touched me. I didn’t recognize that strange pulsation between my legs, yet the gradual dampening of my thighs had blood rushing to my cheeks.
“Are you wet, Ella?” the husky whisper sounded closer to my ear.
“Yes, sir,” I choked out, embarrassed.
His soft laugh added further sensuality to my aroused state. “That was just my fingertips brushing over your skin.”
He barely touched me, and I was wet? Wow. Anticipation curled in my stomach. My body pulsed with excitement—a feeling I’d come to recognize around him.
Next came light taps to my skin, tracing the same path his fingertips had followed. It stung slightly, neither soft nor did it hurt. “It’s a leather tongue. I’m warming you up to get your endorphins flowing.” I loved the gentle guidance, his voice deep and thrilling. “It will make the experience more pleasurable.”
He repeated the trail, increasing the intensity of the slaps. My skin turned warmer, the sting of the leather harder. Still, my body reacted, surprising me with the sudden need to have him touch me between my legs.
“Color, Ella.”
“White,” I panted, not recognizing my voice.
“Good girl.” He changed, alternating his fingertips with the leather tongue in a continuous pattern, confusing my emotions, startling uncontrolled shivers, and flaming my pussy. “Ready for more, love?”
Feverish with longing, I nodded, then remembered he couldn’t see my reaction. “Yes, sir.”
His chuckle only served to heighten my need, distracting me so that when the first lash of the flogger tails landed on both sides of my back, I let out a shocked groan, the burn hotter than the leather tongue, the bite sharp.
“Color, Ella?”
“White,” I breathed.
“Good girl.” He dropped soft kisses along my shoulders, making me quiver and forgetting the sting of the flogger. “I’m going to flog you again. Relax your body and submit to the sensation.”
