This was Duncan. He would stop. He wouldn’t harm her.
“I’m ready to continue, Master,” she told him, loving how his eyes widened at the way she addressed him. Normally, she stuck to Sir. But he was her Master and she wanted to serve him. Not just tonight, not just while they were trying to catch this psycho, but always.
He smiled. “Good girl. I’ll check in on you often.” He squeezed her bottom before slipping his fingers lower. “I like having you tied like this, sugar, with your legs splayed wide, your pussy naked and waiting for my touch.”
He ran one finger up and down her slit, never once placing it where she wanted it most, on her clit. With his other hand, he cupped her breast, playing with her nipple. “You look so beautiful, dressed only in my collar. I like that everyone knows who you belong to. That they can look but not touch, because you’re mine. All mine.”
Finally, he brushed his finger around her clit and she moaned, her head falling back slightly.
“That’s it, sugar. You want to please me, don’t you? It pleases me to hear your whimpers of pleasure, to watch the way your face flushes and your lips part in arousal. I bet you’re nice and wet now, aren’t you?”
He drove one finger deep inside her and she moaned. “That’s it. Very nice, like hot, wet velvet clenching around me.”
When he pulled his hand free, she was right at the peak of coming and she couldn’t stop the groan of protest. There were a few chuckles from the people around her, but she didn’t care.
“Flogger first, baby. Just like the other night.”
She was grateful that he warned her. When he stepped back, she felt suddenly bereft, but she wasn’t worried. Duncan would never, ever leave her while she was bound.
Silken strands landed on her upper back. He moved the flogger over her body, at first it was a mere tinkle, a brush of sensation. Then the flogger grew heavier. Nerve endings flared to life as her body heated and relaxed. She slumped forward. The flogger moved rhythmically, soft and sensuous. Dreamily, she just let herself go, not worrying about anything as he continued to flog her steadily.
There was a pause and through the mist came a question.
“Sugar, are you okay? Laken?” There was a bit of worry and it drew her out enough to answer him.
“I’m okay, Sir.”
“Give me a color, sugar.”
“Green.”
“What’s your safe word?”
Why wouldn’t he just go back to flogging her? “Odie, Sir.”
“I’m very pleased with you, little girl.” There was extreme satisfaction in his voice and she smiled, knowing she had pleased him. If anyone else was to call her a little, she’d hand his balls to him on a platter. But with Duncan she just felt satisfaction and pleasure. “I’m moving on to a leather flogger now, sugar. I expect you to use your safe word if you need it.”
He kissed her cheek, cupping her breast and tweaking her nipple. That slight pain brought her enough lucidity to realize he was waiting for something. And Duncan didn’t have the patience to wait for long.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied. “But I won’t need to.”
Heavier strands this time. A sting of pain that soon morphed into pleasure. Nerve ending sizzled and popped and his voice drifted over and around her.
She slipped away.
The cuffs around her wrists were released and she whimpered, not wanting to move.
“No, keep going,” she groaned.
A low chuckle hit her and she curled into the man holding her, knowing that was the place she most wanted to be.
“I’ll tidy up your gear, Sir,” a feminine voice intruded as she felt herself being pulled up into strong arms. There was some movement, but she kept her eyes closed, not wanting to leave this warm, safe place.
Laken drifted for a while, coming awake in parts to the sound of voices. She opened her eyes, trying to sit up. A blanket was wrapped around her, firm arms holding her tight.
“Back with us, sugar? Lay still for a while.”
“Did I fall asleep?” she asked her voice raspy.