“You.”
He chuckled. “Oh, you’ll get me.”
The flogger was on my front now. He trailed it from my right shoulder, over my throat, to my left. Each frond created a trail of anticipation.
“Hold on,” he murmured.
A sharp slap covered both of my breasts. I hadn’t been expecting that and cried out. Each nipple had taken a direct hit.
“You’re mine to do with as I wish, remember,” he said, his voice low and with a decidedly dirty edge to it. “So keep still and be prepared for anything.”
I staggered to the right, my toes aching and my shoulders at full stretch.
Again my breasts took a strike from the flogger. It wasn’t hard or particularly painful, it was just a surprise and the initial heat intense.
“I own every bit of you,” he said, trailing the flogger over my stomach to my pussy. “Every sumptuous inch.”
His fingers replaced the flogger and he slipped them between my legs.
“Jonathan,” I murmured, trying to part my thighs but succeeding only in unbalancing myself.
“Sweet sub,” he said against my lips and gliding through my folds. “You are wet.”
“Mmm…”
He pushed into my entrance.
I gripped him, but as soon as I did, he withdrew.
I held in a moan of complaint. I knew from experience I wasn’t allowed to object or demand anything of him when we were here, playing this way.
The flogger was against my butt again, then it lifted and a sharp smack rained down on my ass cheeks. It was harder than before, twice as hard.
I sensed a shift in his mood, as if the warm-up was over and this was the real thing.
Another strike.
I danced on my toes as the pain bloomed. But it was good pain, sensual and hot, and it made my arousal flow faster. I fought for breath as another strike landed over the first ones, then another, and another.
Now my hands were sweaty and I had to concentrate to hold onto the bar and keep my torso pulled long and thin as he’d ordered.
My world had become black, though my body red-hot. Each nerve was alive and needing—needing it to stop. Needing more.
“Breathe.” He cupped my right breast, catching my nipple between his fingers. “Take deep breaths, Freya, you can do this.”
I did as he’d asked, sensing the pleasure in his voice. He was enjoying having me like this, naked and at his mercy.
He’s such a kinky motherfucker.
And if he was…so was I.
He started up again with the flogger. Just as hard as before. I knew he wasn’t putting all of his strength into it, but it couldn’t have been far off. The snap of his wrist was powerful and deadly accurate.
My eyelids moistened. The sensation began to overwhelm me. My left hand released the bar, slipping in the dampness, and I struggled to catch hold of it again.
A clatter to my right.
“You’re done.” I was in his arms, my chest pressed to his. “Let go. I’ve got you.”