Page 81 of Over the Line

He trailed the leather strands across her shoulders, then between her breasts, making her shudder.

“I’m going to give you some time to get used to it. I will warm up your body with a number of strokes before increasing the pressure. I know you want some welts. I’ll try to make sure you get them, but I also don’t want you bruised or too sore for me to use you in other ways.”

Her breathing increased.

And when he ran his hand over her pussy, he found she was already damp. “Nice,” he said.

Intentionally, he masturbated her with his fingers for a few moments then dragged the hilt of the flogger over her clit.

Jerking, she strained against his bindings.

He kept his gaze on her, tuning into her breathing and her expressions. It was as if the rest of the world fell away.

Michael placed the end of the dampened flogger against her pussy. “Be a good girl and fuck it for me.” He held it still and reached around her to give her rear end some support while she tried to work it inside her.

By wriggling, she took a small amount of the handle.

He eased it out. then slid it in again, a little farther. “Shall I use it on you as if it were a dildo?”

The words she attempted were garbled.

“This is a very pretty pussy, Sydney,” he told her while he crouched in front of her.

She moaned.

“Right now, this moment, whose is it?”

Silently she thrust her pelvis toward him.

As a reward, he gave her more of the handle as he looked up at her.

Her breasts were lovely, and her nipples were extraordinarily hard. Her legs quivered, and the pleading in her eyes made the blue luminous.

He leaned in and licked her clit. To her credit, she didn’t try to sneak in an orgasm, though she probably was figuring she could get away with it because she couldn’t ask permission.

Michael was careful, making certain she didn’t come from his tongue and ensuring she was lubricated enough for him to fuck her with the makeshift toy.

Once he had it all the way inside her, he licked her faster and faster as he filled her.

Her body shook from silent sobs.

He’d be willing to bet she’d never wanted an orgasm like she wanted one now. He planned to make it worth her wait. “That’s my girl,” he told her. “Hold off. Do it for me.”

She went rigid and she sucked in her stomach. Obviously she was struggling fiercely because he wanted her to.

He pulled out the flogger and moved his head away.

When he stood, her eyes were closed, and he smoothed a fingertip over her cheekbone.

Only then did she look at him.

“Oh, yes. You please me very much, Sydney. Thank you.”

The gag couldn’t completely muffle her cry as she relaxed her body. Unlike earlier, her body was pliant.

Was she trusting him, putting his demands ahead of her adrenaline-fueled desires? “Are you ready to continue?”

She nodded.