Page 88 of On His Terms
“Splaying your fingers will keep your muscles more supple.”
“Oh, Sir,” she said on a moan. “Do me?”
He couldn’t. Not any longer.
Resolved, he moved away to select the gentler flogger.
“I know I have to deserve your cock, Sir. I’ll do whatever I need to in order to earn the privilege.”
Temptress. If she only knew how close he was to dropping his pants and fucking her hard…
He took a few moments to mentally center himself. No way could he flog her until he was more in control of his reactions.
At least a minute passed before he was comfortable taking a few practice swipes with the flogger.
She flinched even though he wasn’t near her.
Finally satisfied, he returned to her. Her body looked so beautiful, so perfect, so ready to be reddened. He ran the handle down her spine, then between her buttocks. She stayed still like a well-behaved sub.
“Would you like to proceed?” A saner part of him preferred that she use her safe word.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to use this all over your back and buttocks, even your shoulders. I’ll warn you before I do anything more than that.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He used light pressure as he allowed the leather tongues to caress her naked body. She moaned with each lick, and he smelled the sharp musk of her arousal. He’d advise any Dom who claimed her to do this to her regularly. “Ready for the next level?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He changed his angle and took a step back so he could get a fuller swing.
“Oh! Wow, Sir,” she said. She pulled as far away from the cross as possible in a silent offering.
Greedily, he accepted, flogging her bared body. Her skin turned a beautiful pink. Perspiration covered her. Her submission made her even more beautiful. “Are you doing okay, Chelsea?”
When she didn’t answer, he repeated the question. She wasn’t heading for subspace already, was she? He flicked his wrist with more pressure, and this time he elicited a moan from her.
“Please,” she said.
“Please?”
“Continue, Sir.”
He switched to the other flogger, and her first few moans exuded bliss. Then she fell silent. Her body went slack against the bonds. Beneath the steady rain of blows, the color of her skin changed from pink to light red, and her little sighs urged him on. Realizing she was mumbling, that she was flying in subspace, he tossed the flogger aside and knelt to release her ankles.
“You’ve pleased me immensely,” he told her as he stroked her skin. “I’m going to take care of you.”
“More, please.”
“Another time.” But that wouldn’t happen, even if he wanted it as well.
After unfastening her wrists, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to his suite.
That she snuggled against him rather than protesting told him she wasn’t in her usual frame of mind.
Somehow, he managed to pull back the duvet and place her on the mattress. He covered her and she burrowed into the pillow. “Please, Sir? Hold me?” She shivered a little.