The leather strip landed against her ass again. She sucked in a deep breath. Her skin was on fire, and her clit throbbed. When he’d started, she thought she’d found her limit. Her safeword had hovered on her tongue. The pain had been intense, almost made worse by his pauses. And that damn feather kept her guessing about what was coming next. Only the memory of the fear in Jake’s voice had stopped her.
She was glad it had. Because, while the pain was more than she’d expected, she could feel her body growing heavy, languid. A feeling of peace was stealing over her.
Jake was in charge. Not her. She could let go. She could clear her mind. All the worries, and fears that were her constant companion started to disappear. All that was left was Jake.
The crop landed again, four strikes in quick succession. She moaned. Her butt clenched around the plug, making her arousal spike. Who knew having plastic in her ass could be such a turn on? She found herself thinking about Jake taking her there. She didn’t know how he was going to get his rather impressive cock inside her, but she didn’t have to worry about that. Jake would figure it out. She trusted him.
She waited for another strike. Instead the feather whispered over her. She sighed at the sensation. The clamps around her nipples slightly squeezed the tight nubs. Her pussy was weeping, desperate for his touch. Surely, he hadn’t been serious about her not coming. She was so desperate she was considering reaching down and touching her swollen clit. It wouldn’t take much, just a few swipes.
“Lean your head down against the bed again,” he ordered. “I want greater access to those thighs.”
Holy shit, he was trying to kill her. But she leaned down. More smacks. This time he didn’t space them apart. He built a fire on her thighs that had her close to tears. Then he stopped and ran the feather across her sensitive skin.
“So beautiful. What a good
girl you are to take your punishment so well.” He twisted the plug, and she groaned. Arousal swamped her, making her head spin and her heart race. Her ass and thighs still throbbed, but the pain mingled with her need, driving her desire higher.
“Please, Sir. Please.”
She heard some noise come from behind her, but she couldn’t work out what he was doing. It was too difficult to think. Then he released the cuffs around her ankles, removing the spreader bar.
“I want you to turn around and lie on your back.”
He helped her lay down. She whimpered a little at the feel of her sore ass pressing against the bed cover.
“Easy, kitten,” he told her. “Put your arms up above your head.”
She raised her arms and felt him attach cuffs around her wrists.
“I want you to keep them there. I don’t want you to be tempted to touch yourself.”
Now that just wasn’t fair. Her bottom lip dropped into a pout. He took hold of her lip between his teeth and tugged. She groaned. “Uh-uh, none of that now.”
He ran his tongue over the abused lip before slipping it into her mouth. She kissed him in return. Damn, the man really knew how to kiss. By the time he pulled back, her breath was coming in hard pants, the pain of her ass forgotten. He kissed his way down her neck and over her breast. Then he grabbed hold of the clamp. She tensed. Oh fuck, this would probably hurt.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Sh,” he told her. “I’ll take care of you.” He undid the clamp, and she cried out at the sensation of the blood filling the numb bud. Quickly, he took her nipple into his mouth and suckled.
Her whole body shuddered, the pain morphing into an intense pleasure that had her wondering whether she could come from nipple stimulation alone. Before Jake, that would have been a big, fat no. Now . . . God, she was close, so close.
The other nipple was given the same treatment, and by the time he was finished, she was right there. She’d never been so turned on in her life. He laid kisses down her stomach. She tried to suck in, and he growled at her, reaching up to pinch her nipple. “Relax.”
“Easy for you to say. I need to come.”
“Hmm, too bad you don’t get to then, isn’t it?”
“That’s really not fair.” He couldn’t mean it. Could he?
“Just remember this feeling next time you decide to break the speed limit,” he told her, reaching her pussy. He drew the lips apart and blew over her clit. “Remember, if you come I’m getting out the ginger.”
Oh, this sucked. It really did. She cried out as he licked his tongue over her clit. “It’s so swollen. Poor baby, you really are in need, aren’t you?”
Yeah, the words sounded sympathetic, but the tone was anything but.
He played with her clit until her breath was coming in hard pants, her whole body shaking as she fought off her orgasm. Think unsexy thoughts. She started counting in her head. Then she moved on to nursery rhymes. Anything to stave off the impending orgasm. She really didn’t want that ginger plug. Abruptly, he drew back, and she breathed a sigh of relief. There was a crinkling noise. A condom.
He pressed the head of his covered shaft against her entrance. She was so turned on that she took him easily, even with the plug still in her ass.