She knew he wouldn’t stop when he reached the apex.
Her muscles clenched when the flogger neared her pussy. Yet, somehow, her clit was throbbing with need. And that stupid anal plug kept vibrating, sending her arousal higher.
The falls hit barely below her pussy on one side, then the other. Then he flicked the strands upward against her left labia. The sudden nipping shock made her gasp. She struggled to bring her knees together even as he delivered the next blow to the right folds.
Her arms were completely tied, her legs open, there was no way to avoid whatever he wanted to do. His compassionate…unyielding…gaze met hers as she jerked at the restraints.
The flogger struck her folds, avoiding her clit. Again and again, the merciless leather strands flicked her until the entire area burned. The pain was bearable and yet too, too much.
“You’ll discuss problems with me openly. Honestly.” He punctuated the statement with a harder flick, and she fought unsuccessfully to remain still.
“Yes, Master.” Tears filled her eyes from the pain, from the knowledge she’d angered him, from the sheer need to have him hold her.
The next blow came down on her mound—high on the plumpness—as he created a ring of burning flesh.
In the center was her clit.
The exquisitely sensitive nub felt as if it was cringing—yet was engorged with blood, throbbing and anticipating the pain.
Master Z watched her squirm and pull at the restraints. “No, you can’t get free, Jessica. You’ll take what I want to give you.” The rich timbre of his voice stroked over her, another restraint in its own way, making her see and feel exactly how exposed she was. How helpless.
And how much he enjoyed it.
Two more blows hit her mound, ruthlessly, bathing her in liquid heat that was almost pain. Was past pain.
He bent and licked over her clit, sending her, almost, almost into a climax. All the stinging, the vibrations, everything coalesced deep within. Her skin slickened with sweat.
Then he straightened. The flogger impacted against her folds from beneath, her mound from above, and back again. Folds, mound. A pause that seemed interminable as her pulse surged in her ears.
He moved. And the cruel strands struck her clit.
Right. On. Her. Clit.
Pain blasted upward, stealing her air with the shock. Her center clamped down…and fireworks exploded inside her. Her back arched as pleasure ricocheted through every nerve in her core before reverberating outward in waves of sheer sensation. Her insides contracted and spasmed, tightening around the vibrating plug in her ass and increasing in intensity. Oh, oh, oh.
“Look at me, Jessica.”
She managed to open her eyes.
His dark eyes held hers as his callused, powerful hand covered her pussy, holding in the burn and the pleasure…sending her over again. “This pussy is mine, pet. Do you think you can remember that?”
She barely heard him through the roar of her pulse. Gasping for air, she could only nod.
“Very good.” He opened his trousers, set a knee on the bed, set his cock at her entrance, and pressed past her slick, swollen tissues. With her ass already occupied, the shaft penetrating her pussy seemed impossibly huge as he took her. Steadily. Inescapably.
“Oooooh, God.” Her body wouldn’t stop coming as she stretched around him. His thickness increased the sensations from the anal plug until his cock seemed to be vibrating as well. Her whole lower half spasmed with exquisite pleasure.
He was deep within her, his muscular body pressing down on hers, one arm beside her shoulder, the other cupping her cheek so he could watch her. “You feel very, very good, Jessica,” he said softly—and no lie was in his words or his gaze. He still wanted her.
The knowledge was heady. Wonderful. Sending her spiraling on a fountain of joy.
She wanted to hold him, to feel him, to be anchored before she floated away. She tugged at the ties holding her arms above her head. “Please, Master, can I touch you?”
His stern face softened, and he reached up and released her wrist cuffs with one hand.
Her arms went around his shoulders. Oh, she’d missed touching him, missed his weight on her. Stroking his back, she felt his iron muscles bunch and loosen as he moved.
More. She wiggled her restrained knees and looked up with an unspoken appeal.
His grin flashed, almost too fast for her to see. “No, little one. You’ll stay spread and open and will deny me nothing.”
Just his words made her clench inside.
Deliberately, he increased his pace, his thick shaft driving deep with each thrust.
His rhythm was ruthlessly compelling, and she felt her body gathering again into a sweetly rolling orgasm.
“That’s my kitten.” He gripped her face, holding her for a possessive and penetrating kiss, taking her mouth as he took her below. Under her fingers, his muscles tightened and then he drove deep, deep, and she could feel the spasming of his cock in the most intimate of sharing.