Page 39 of The Devil’s Feather

He did not flinch. Tough guy. “And you? When were you last tested?”

“After I found out my latest shitass ex-boyfriend was cheating on me again last year. I had a little infection but antibiotics cleared it right up. We broke up, and I’ve been celibate until now. And very frustrated.” From behind, I raked my fingernails across Rafael’s chest.

Rafael leaned his head back, looking over his shoulder. “I am sorry that happened to you.”

“I don’t want to think about him.” I prodded his right foot. “Lift your heel. Higher. I want to see the sole of your foot. Yes, hold it there.” I hauled off and whacked the bottom of his foot as hard as I could.

He jumped

“Ha. Not so tough now!”

The big man shook with laughter. “You are a natural, even if you are too gentle.”

“Shut up. Give me your other foot.”

He obeyed, and I whipped it three times in quick succession. Enough to raise three red welts. He shivered, but did not jump again or cry out. I let him drop his foot and brought the whip down as hard as I could across his shoulders. No response.

“Is that the best you can do?” Rafael jeered.

Damn, he’s not kidding. Time to bring out the big guns. I traded the smaller whip for a slim bamboo cane. A quick crack of the cane against his side got me a small hiss. Aha! I worked up and down his back and the backs of his thighs, swinging hard enough to make the cane whistle through the air. His skin warmed under my ministrations, but he remained frustratingly stoic.

Rather than focus on the tougher skin of his back, I circled like a shark, using the end of the cane to trace the edges of his lovely pecs. He tracked my movements with bright eyes and parted lips.

“Would be a real shame if someone were to cane your nipples, wouldn’t it?” I brought the cane down as I spoke.

Rafael grunted at the blow. Now we’re getting somewhere. I did it again, focusing on the other side. Welts rose on his chest and his dark nipples hardened into peaks. I couldn’t resist——I leaned in and bit one, hard. He moaned. Something hot and hard pressed against my hip.

His enormous cock was at full attention, straining against the confines of his pants. My clit gave a mighty throb at the sight.

I swatted his firm belly with the cane. He peered at me with a slightly unfocused gaze. Good, he was drifting in subspace.

“How much pain does it take for you to come in your pants?” I tapped the cane warningly against first one nipple, then the other. Just that motion was enough to make my jeans uncomfortably wet between my legs.

He smiled slowly. Whatever devil possessed me with intense pleasure at torturing this man completely took over. I rummaged through the shelf of toys until I found what I wanted: a pair of butterfly-style nipple clamps on a chain. I teased them across his chest. At the last second, I snatched them away. He whined until I pulled my shirt off and tossed it away with my bra.

“No, these are for me. I’ve decided you deserve a reward for that nice erection, so you get to watch my boobs bounce like you wanted.”

Rafael’s lips parted as I tightened the clamps on my nipples. “Are you sure you can hit me like that?”

I leaned in and raked my fingernails from his waist up to his collarbone. “Hold this in your mouth and don’t let go, since you wanted a gag.” I shoved the long chain connecting the clamps between his teeth.

Then I leaned back, putting some tension on the chain so it tugged my nipples, and shimmied my shoulders as I struck him with the cane.

Rafael moaned, and his cock jumped.

“Just like that. Good.” I swung with all my might, landing blow after blow on his pecs, his shoulders, the undersides of his arms, his abs, his thighs. Stripes became welts, became petechiae, became the first bloom of bruising. Each movement pulled deliciously against my clamped nipples.

He panted, cock throbbing visibly beneath his pants.

The demon in me surged forth. “Stop holding out on me.” Smack! “I want you to come hard.” Smack! “I want you to soak your pants in your desperation to fuck me.” Smack, smack! “Show me how much you want to dive into this hot, wet cunt, but you can’t”—smack!—“quite” smack!—“reach.” Smack, smack, smack! Damn, who was I?

Rafael shuddered, muscles rippling delectably in his attempt to contain himself.

“Give it to me,” I commanded, leaning as far back as the nipple chain allowed, and swung with all my might across his belly. “Give me your cum.”

He moaned deep in his throat, and his hips spasmed. Abs clenching, he rose on his tiptoes and growled as he fought the climax.

I hopped to slap his face hard enough to turn his head. He rewarded me with a wild grin. A tendril of hair escaped the knot, framing his angular face. How was he so fucking hot?