“Hey!” she cried automatically in her shock. He made a grab from her other wrist, but she pulled it out of his reach.
“Mallory.” He said sharply. “Don’t resist me or this will go badly for you. This can be either a reward or a punishment. You decide. Now.”
She quelled under his hard stare, which was full of disappointment. His disapproval swayed her more effectively than his harsh words, and she meekly held out her wrist for him.
“Good girl,” he rewarded, gently stroking the inside of her wrist before buckling the cuff around it. Reflexively, Mallory gave her arms a little tug, but they barely budged; she was effectively trapped, br**sts pressed almost painfully into the padded leather and ass flagrantly exposed. She felt her cheeks and her sex heating at the same time.
Jake left her for a moment, walking behind her, out of her sight. She heard a drawer opening and closing, and then his footsteps were approaching her once again. He stared down into her eyes for a moment, drawing out the tension, before pulling something from behind his back, dangling it in front of her face. Mallory’s breath hitched at the sight of it.
“Do you know what this is, Mallory?” He asked.
She may never have seen one in person, but she wasn’t completely naïve. “Flogger,” she forced out the word between rapid, shallow breaths.
“Are you frightened?” He sounded only mildly curious, as though her fear made no difference to him one way or the other; he was still going to do whatever he wanted to her. And there was nothing that she could do to stop him. She tugged again at her restraints, and her inability to shrink away from him only made her sex clench in need.
“No,” she lied.
Jake gripped her hair, pulling her head back to an almost painful degree. “Don’t lie to me, sub. And address me properly. Are you frightened?”
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped, her throat constricted.
He released her hair immediately, and her head fell forward, her cheek coming to rest against the bench.
Jake stepped out of her line of sight again, stopping to stand just behind her. She lay there, panting for a moment, tensing as she anticipated the pain.
Her only warning was a whooshing sound as the tails of the flogger sang through the air before slapping down on her upper back. The length of them thudded on her skin before drawing backwards, leaving a stinging line on her back. Before she could process the pain, it came back down on her, falling diagonally across where the first blow had struck, forming a wide, stinging X shape. Mallory hissed in pain, but she tried her best to absorb it. The thudding hits continued. Although they increased in intensity, her skin began to become desensitized, and the blows became less painful, leaving only a glowing warmth on her back.
But then Jake shifted the angle of the flogger, only allowing the tips of the tails to lash against her. The sting doubled in intensity, bringing back the pain and making her cry out in shock. The X pattern of hits travelled down her back, kissing the skin that hadn’t yet become desensitized. Mallory understood then that Jake had just been warming up, allowing her to become accustomed to the lash. But now he was testing her, seeing how much she could take. She was determined to meet his challenge, and she gritted her teeth against the cries that threatened to escape her with every blow.
Jake must have noticed her resistance, for he seemed determined to break it, to force her to yield to him. The tips of the flogger’s tails suddenly came down on her where the curve of her ass met her thighs. Mallory had no idea how sensitive her skin was there until the first hit landed. Her cry was so loud it was nearly a scream. She heard Jake chuckle in satisfaction at her capitulation. He gave her one more there, reinforcing his dominance over her body and mind. She let out an involuntary sob, and she considered using her safe word.
But Jake was totally attuned to her reactions, and he immediately gave her a reprieve, moving the flogger back to her ass cheeks rather than her tender thighs. The hits continued in a steady rhythm now, lulling her with their hypnotic consistency. The pain was fading, giving way to pleasure as each blow sent a rush of heat shooting to her pu**y. Her eyes rolled back in her head in bliss, riding the high as the pleasure spread from her sex to her mind, causing her thoughts to disappear, all contemplation of resistance leaving her. There was only Jake and the erotic sensations pervading her body.
Her cries had ceased and her breathing had turned deep and even. Mallory was so caught up in her world of bliss that she barely noticed when the blows stopped. She felt her panties being pulled down her thighs, fully exposing her sex.
Jake grunted, and she was suddenly speared by his cock. Her eyes popped open in surprise at the intrusion, but her shock quickly faded as she was drowned in bliss when he hit her g-spot. Her orgasm rocked through her, the pleasure that had been building in her exploding outward.
Jake leaned forward and grabbed her hair, twisting the length of it around his hand, pulling her head back roughly as he rode her. His hand cracked down on her ass as he took her hard and fast. His pace increased as his c**k fully hardened within her. It twitched as he spilled his seed into her with a howl of pleasure.
“Mallory!” He groaned her name as he came. He collapsed atop her, breathing hard and stroking her hair.
“Good girl,” he breathed out as he gasped to catch his breath.
Mallory glowed at the words, not at all demeaned by them.
Chapter 3
The rest of Mallory’s week passed by in a haze of bliss. She was coming to love Jake’s kinky dungeon, where they had played every night after he finished work. He wanted to spend every minute of the day with her, but Mallory insisted that he attend to his work. As she got to know him better, she realized that he loved what he did. Cleary Corporation dominated the oil market, and at first Mallory imagined Jake to be an evil tycoon for being in the oil business. But apparently a large sector of their business funded research for clean energy, trying to be the cutting edge leader in the new industry when oil inevitably fell into disuse. Furthermore, Jake was personally responsible for several philanthropic projects around the world. Mallory was thrilled to learn that a large part of these charitable funds went towards building schools in third world countries, something that she cared about deeply. When her keen interest became apparent, Jake promised to take her to Haiti to visit the schools there. He was obviously pleased at her excitement, as well as surprised that she didn’t insist on going somewhere lavish like Paris instead.