Page 82 of Over the Line

Gently, he began to use the flogger, the strands caressing her skin. He wielded the implement with precision, whipping her breasts then moving back so he could catch her nipples with the tips, making her jerk.

He watched for signs of distress, but she still clasped the piece of fabric. Pleased, he adjusted his stance and continued, using both back and forehand motions across her body.

As he worked, she relaxed into her bondage.

Michael stepped back a little to get a fuller swing.

When it landed, Sydney made a little sound, like a whimper, but when he studied her face, there was no pain there. Rather, her forehead was relaxed.

For long minutes, he continued the flogging, adding more force at times, occasionally hitting her with the broad side of the lashes, then varying the pace so she would never know where the strands would land, or how hard the impact would be.

On a soft sigh, she closed her eyes once again.

He moved up and down her body, landing the leather on her breasts, wrapping the lashes around her waist, flicking between her legs to sear her.

Though she pulled against her thigh bonds, she held on to the fabric.

Realizing she was releasing her resistance, he increased the velocity slightly, leaving crisscrossed lines on her flesh.

Her head lolled to the side.

Michael considered asking if she was okay, but she appeared serene, deep inside herself. If so, he wanted to let her linger there for a while longer.

Captivated by the moment, and her, he went on, marveling at the way she responded, her body swaying as she absorbed his punishing kisses.

You’re so damn beautiful.

For several more minutes, he continued. Then, when he believed she couldn’t attain any greater heights of pleasure, he stopped. “You’ve done well, Sydney,” he said, keeping his voice barely above a whisper.

If his guess was right, she wasn’t yet starting to come back to him. “I’m going to start releasing you, and it will take a few minutes. Just continue to relax.” He placed the flogger on top of a post before bending to untie her thighs.

Her skin was a beautiful shade of pink.

In admiration, he traced a couple of his marks. She was made for this.

His cock, which had been semi-aroused since they’d come out here, now hardened completely.

Slowly, he reached behind her to unbuckle the gag, and she didn’t react at all. “Open your mouth a bit for me, if you can.” He took hold of the ball and eased it out, then placed it with the flogger.

Though she flexed her jaw, her eyes remained closed.

He removed the restraint from her right wrist and massaged her skin and her shoulder as he lowered her arm to her side.

Since she’d yet to speak or interact other than to physically respond, he used a normal tone of voice as he asked, “How are you doing? Can you move?”

She made soft sounds and the barest of motions.

As she worked her way back to him, he continued to free her and work the circulation back into her body.

“Almost done.” He dropped the last strip of bondage into the box, and she slowly brought her right hand to her face to push back strands of hair.

“Hey,” he said softly when she fully opened her eyes.

A tiny smile played at the corners of her lips. She blinked, looking as if she were waking up from a drugged sleep.

“I’m going to carry you to the patio,” he said sweeping her off her feet.

With a gentle exhalation, she turned her head into his shoulder, and he savored the silky feel of her long hair on his cheek and her feminine curves against his body.