“Your choice, sir,” I rasped.
He grabbed the flogger.
But he also grabbed the nipple clamps…and the clit clamp.
Oh, lord, I really was in trouble.
In the best of ways.
Once he’d secured the clamps, he ordered, “Turn around.”
I faced away from him, my body already shuddering with need. My nipples were extra sensitive for some reason, and the sensation nearly made me come on the spot.
“Bend down as far as you can, ass up.”
I did as he instructed, and he slid a butt plug inside of me slowly. I nearly came on the spot, but I forced myself to breathe. He’d been easing me into anal and I had wanted more and more every time we’d tried it.
“Too much?” he asked.
“No, sir.”
The flogger landed on my bottom with a thwack. Once, then twice. I felt my pussy flood and I licked my lips as he pressed the flogger against my heated mound.
“Apologize.”
“No,” I panted out.
Thwack.
He replaced the flogger with his hand, running his fingers through my wetness before slipping his thumb inside of me. I backed into him, trying to make him go deeper, but he eluded me.
“Did you want more?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you gonna apologize?”
“I haven’t done anything wrong,” I growled.
“You blocked my number.” He dragged the flogger down my back.
“You broke up with me,” I reminded him.
“And I apologized.”
I scowled. “Ah, no you didn’t.”
“If you hadn’t blocked me, you would have seen I did,” he countered, giving me another thwack.
“You apologized over text?” I rasped. “Tacky.”
“I was trying to call.”
“Still tacky.”
“Rowan,” he breathed out in annoyance.
Oh my god.