Page 21 of On His Terms
She drank in his crooning words of approval.
“Continue to let go.”
She opened her eyes to find him studying her intently, and that helped deepen her trust.
He continued his blissful motions, and shockingly, she relaxed completely.
“Good, girl,” he said.
Earlier, similar words had annoyed her, but now, they were a soothing balm. As he crisscrossed her with the strands, she suddenly understood why Sara sounded euphoric when she talked about her Dom flogging her.
Moments later, he eased a finger down her cheekbone. Without her being aware of it, he’d stopped his motions.
“That’s it. Come back to me.”
She blinked as awareness returned. “Are you finished, Sir?”
“Those fifteen are, yes.”
“Oh. Thank you.” Her body was dotted with perspiration, and a raw hunger uncurled in her. “I enjoyed that more than I thought possible.”
“This was a sensual experiment,” he informed her. “I assure you, the flogger, especially crafted from something such as buffalo, feels quite different from this. The number of strands, their length and the way the Top wields it changes the intensity, as well. If you’re being punished, it will not be like that.”
“Thank you for clarifying that.” She was getting the hang of the right verbiage. When he stood there, still flicking his wrist rather than letting her down, she frowned. Then she remembered. “You’re thirty-three today, Sir.” And he’d only given her thirty strokes.
“Ask for your last three.”
“May I have them on my breasts, Sir?”
“You may not. Spread your legs.”
Goose bumps chased up her arms. He couldn’t mean…?
He stooped and moved her feet apart. Now she was frightened.
“Give me a birthday present to remember.”
Her tongue felt too big for her mouth. But she also knew that drawing this out wouldn’t help. The sooner it was over, the better. “Please, Sir, give me the last three on my pussy.”
“My pleasure, girl. And if you draw your thighs together, we’ll start over until we get three good ones in a row. Are you clear?”
“That’s diabolical.”
He grinned, in a not-reassuring way. “It is indeed.” In anticipation, she curled her toes slightly. Whatever he dished out, she’d take. After all, a lot was at stake.
The first was mild—a kiss more than anything.
The second scorched. As she cried out, she was tempted to press her thighs together to find release.
“What did you think of that?”
She forced back her instinctive reply, “Fuck off.” But as the moments progressed and the burning sensation receded, her clit started to throb. Stunning her, the stroke had turned her on. “Wow.”
“Another like that?”
Dare I?
“Are you brave enough?”