Standing, he reached over for the flogger. Before she could tense and wind herself up again, he flicked the flogger over her lightly, moving it over her upper back. Then he concentrated on her buttocks.
Stopping, he moved up to her head, checking on her breathing.
“Where are we at, sugar?” he asked.
“Green, Sir,” she replied in a small voice.
“Good, sugar. You’re doing so well.”
He continued on, carefully building up intensity. Her skin was flushing, her breathing even and deep. He moved down her legs.
“How you doing now, sugar?”
“Green, Sir.” Her answer came slower, her words almost slurring.
“Roll over, baby,” he told her.
She let go of the headboard, rolling slowly, showing no discomfit from having to lie on her heated back. Good, that was exactly what he’d been aiming for.
He helped her position herself then just ran the flogger over her body, paying particular attention to her breasts.
“Part your legs.”
Duncan aimed the flogger on the tops of her thighs until she’d obeyed him and her legs were wide enough apart to satisfy him. He then ran the strands up the inside of one thigh then over her mound and down the other thigh. He did that over and over as her breath came faster, harder. He lightly flicked the strands of the flogger down on her mound.
She cried out, her eyes closing.
“Tell me how you’re doing, sugar.”
“Great,” she sighed. He lightly flogged her nipples.
“What was that?” he asked sternly.
“Green, Sir. Green for go.”
He smiled and moved the flogger back to her mound. Laken thrashed her head from side to side, her knuckles white as she held on tightly to the headboard. He put the flogger down and kneeling between her legs, he pushed her thighs even wider, holding them down with his forearms. Parting her pussy lips he blew on her clit.
“Oh, oh,” she cried out. Her legs pressed against his arms as she tried to move, but he held her still, wanting her to know exactly who was in charge.
Leaning down, he took a deep lick of her sweet juices. He played with her clit, sucking and tapping, pulling back just as he felt her tense, ready to come.
“Sir, please,” she begged.
“Please what, sugar?” he asked in a husky voice. His dick was throbbing, demanding release.
“I need to come.”
“Then come, baby.” He took her clit into his mouth, sucking hard. Moving his arms, he released his thighs so he could thrust two fingers deep inside her. Her passage contracted around his fingers as she came with a loud yell.
Duncan lay beside her, rubbing his hand over her stomach as she came down. He kissed her cheek, her nose, her lips then her neck.
“Explain to me what scared you earlier, sugar,” he ordered in a quiet voice. He needed to ask while her guard was down.
“The flogger. And the whip. And the cane. The clamps.” She shuddered.
“I meant before that. What scared you earlier when you were standing in the hallway? I left you to check the house and when I came back you looked afraid. What were you thinking about?”
“I was worried about you leaving me. About him being able to get to me. About being helpless again. I don’t like feeling helpless.”