His gaze went to hers. “Are you doing all right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Before moving to the wall of toys, he disappeared behind her. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she heard a drawer open and shut. Moments later, he walked over to the wall of toys and removed two floggers. He tested their weight in his hands, giving them each a flick with his wrists. Knowing what was coming had her body aching in anticipation.
His movements were deliberate. He circled her several times, brushing the flogger against her skin every so often.
Her breathing quickened as he continued to tease her, letting the falls caress her like fingers. She wanted it so bad she was on the verge of begging.
He brought one of the floggers up to her face, letting it slide along her check before moving it over her shoulder. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m ready.” She sounded breathless.
Daniel placed a kiss on her neck. She let out a sigh, and a moment later she felt the first flogger hit the left side of her ass.
There was a pause, then a hard thud hit her right cheek.
Gradually, the rhythm picked up and she let her head fall forward as she got lost in the sensation. She felt alive as he worked her back, ass, and legs. Tension she hadn’t realized she’d been holding onto after meeting his son and ex-wife faded away and all she could think about—feel—was the thud of the flogger.
She had no idea how long it lasted, but she’d been worked over well. Her entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat and her backside was tingling.
His hands came from behind her to cup her breasts, kneading them, pulling at her nipples. He kissed up the back of her neck, then down her spine.
Something pressed between her legs, and then she felt it being inserted into her pussy. It stretched her in the best way, but it wasn’t him. She wanted—needed to feel him inside her.
Moments later, the thing began to vibrate. She gasped at the unexpected sensation and closed her eyes, trying to keep her orgasm at bay.
His hands never left her as he came to stand in front of her, caressing her body, adding to the ache between her thighs. Lips covered her right nipple, sucking, licking, biting. He played with her left breast, pulling and twisting, the sweet pain going straight to her clit.
She was breathing hard, biting her lower lip, trying not to come. Knowing he’d be disappointed in her if she let go before he gave her permission. She wanted to please him. Wanted to show him and everyone at the club she was the right submissive for him.
He took her nipple between his teeth and tugged. A whimper left her lips as she felt her control slipping. She felt the telltale sign of her climax moments away. She wasn’t going to be able to stop it.
Then his hands and mouth were gone. He reached up, lifting the chain connecting her leather cuffs from the hook. Her body began to collapse, but he caught her, placing her arms over his head.
Before she could register what was happening, she was on her back with her hands secured above her and legs spread, her knees bent. Daniel stood between her legs, pulling the vibrator from her pussy. She heard him unzipping his pants and her body buzzed with anticipation of his cock.
Ali moaned as he pushed inside her, loving the feel of him. He used her legs for leverage as he thrust, the hard wood of the table she was lying on scraping against the sensitive skin on her back.
She dug her fingers into her palms, chanting to herself not to come.
Then, he pressed a vibrator to her clit and said the words she’d been longing to hear. “Come for me.”
* * *
Ali bucked, her back arching off the table as she let go. The scream that came from her lips was everything he’d hoped it would be. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, putting an end to what little control he had left.
His head fell back as he let the flood of energy surge through his cock. After that first time when he’d forgotten to use a condom, he’d planned to go back to using them. Ali, however, had begged him not to. He’d been torn. Birth control wasn’t one hundred percent effective. Him wearing a condom would provide another layer of protection. But he couldn’t deny how he felt knowing he was leaving a part of himself inside her even if it was stupid.
So they’d stopped using condoms and he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to go back. Not with her.
She lay limp on the table, her eyes closed and the most serene look on her face. He eased out, feeling a sense of male pride as he saw some of his cum dripping from her opening. Again, it was stupid, but he wanted to mark her as his in every way possible.
Daniel fixed his jeans, then moved to the head of the table. He released her wrists from the cuffs and pressed a kiss to the inside of each. Her eyes flittered open, watching him. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
“Like Jell-O, Sir.”
Daniel chuckled, placing a soft kiss to her lips before retrieving her nightie from the floor. He helped her to sit up and put it back on. Then, wrapped her in a blanket and steadied her as she stood.