Chapter Fifteen
As Phoebe had strolled around the dungeon studying the bizarre array of furniture, implements and various lotions and potions, an endless stream of fantasies had crossed her mind. When she heard the door open and saw Donovan trotting down the stairs, she hurried across to meet him.
“That took a while,” she remarked, moving her arms around his neck. “Is everything okay? I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me.”
“Hardly,” he muttered, jerking her against his body. “Just a long phone call. Do you still want to see the rest of the house?”
“Uh…yes…” she softly murmured, hoping he’d strip her bare and throw her on one of the intriguing pieces of equipment.
“Oh, I see—the naughty girl wants to play.”
“I’m not naughty—not really, but you left me in here. What did you expect?”
“Fair question. Let’s go. I’ll put you on the spanking bench, but I have to be quick.”
“That’s it? The spanking bench and we have to be quick?”
“Yes, and apparently you need it,” he said with a grin, grabbing her elbow and marching her across the room.
His take-charge demeanor sent a surge of erotic energy coursing through her body.
She loved it.
She loved everything about him.
It was thrilling but it was also a problem.
She was falling for him.
Big Time.
“Why do I need it?” she asked, finally finding her voice as he stopped at the bench.
“You’re still asking questions instead of doing what you’re told.”
“Oh, that,” she muttered as she started to climb on the padded seat.
“Wait. Jeans off, but leave your panties on.”
She was about to ask why, but quickly changed her mind. Hastily kicking off her shoes, she pulled them off, then looked up at him expectantly.
“No talking back? Perhaps the penny is dropping.”
“Penny?”
“You don’t know that old adage?”
“I guess not.”
“I’ll tell you later. Climb on board, bend over the raised hump and put your hands on the bars. I usually put a fuzzy cloth over the leather but—”
“We won’t be here that long,” she interrupted as she swung her leg across and lowered herself down.
“Correct. Normally I’d shackle your wrists to the bars and strap you in. Are you settled?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to let you choose. Paddle, crop, strap, cane or flogger?”
“Uh…your hand, please.”
“That wasn’t one of your options. Now I’ll make the choice,” he declared, stepping across to the wall and lifting a flogger from the hook.
As she watched him carry it back she caught her breath. It looked heavy and fearsome.
“Don’t worry too much,” he said as if reading her mind. “This doesn’t sting as much as the thinner, lighter ones, but it offers another gift, and don’t waste time asking. You’ll find out soon enough.”
He began sliding down her panties, but slowly, heightening her nervous anticipation. It seemed to take forever, and when he draped the flogger”s leather tendrils over her bare backside, goosebumps popped across her skin.
“You’ll get ten. If you want to count them out you can, but silently. I want to hear your reactions. Make as much or as little noise as you want. Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, the words slipping from her lips as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
The first lash landed.
While it hurt and elicited a soft cry, it wasn’t as painful as she feared. The second was the same, but the third evoked a yelp, as did the fourth and fifth. Then, to her surprise, he slid his fingers into her sex. As she wriggled and gasped it suddenly dawned on her the flogger had spurred her arousal. But the pleasurable attention was over as abruptly as it began.
“Take a deep breath,” he warned, his voice ominously soft. “These will be harder.”
Daring to look over her shoulder, she saw him expertly twirling the wicked implement in the air.
“Face front and close your eyes!”
Anxiously following his instructions, she waited, her heart thumping.
The flogger landed, but before she could process the heavy sting, it landed again, and again. A hot burn seared her skin, and as he paused a deep longing rose up inside her. She wanted him gripping her waist and thrusting his thick shaft into her warmth.
Again he read her mind.
But the sudden intruder wasn’t his cock or even his fingers.
As he plunged a dildo in and out of her channel she cried out in surprise and gratitude.
To her disappointment he stopped too soon.
She expected him to pull it out, but he left it buried inside her.
“If I had the time I’d strap it in,” he whispered, his lips unexpectedly against her ear. “You can think about that while you get the last three.”
The trip across the spanking bench had become so much more than she’d dreamed, but the flogger landed, delivering a hot sting and interrupting her thoughts. As she let out a wail it landed again with the same thudding heat. She readied herself for the next, but it didn’t come. Instead his fingers were against her clit rubbing fervently. She felt her orgasm looming, but he stopped as quickly as he’d started and delivered the last, heavy, lash.
“Keep your eyes closed and tell me, do you like the spanking bench?”
“S-so much…but I c-can’t think.”
”I’ll let you have your pleasure, but on one condition,” he said, pressing his fingers against her clit and continuing the erotic massage.
“Anything…p-please…I’m s-so close…”
“When I tell you, you’ll drop on your knees and suck my cock, but it will happen when you least expect it.”
“Yes, yes… please…I’m there…”
“Do you promise?” he asked, pausing the erotic massage.
“Yes, I p-promise. P-please don’t stop.”
As he aggressively thrust the dildo in and out and simultaneously rubbed her sensitive nub, her orgasmic wave lifted her to almost frightening new heights—until the climax exploded.
She was being tumbled through endless seconds of cascading, sparkling spasms. For a fleeting moment she thought she was standing beside him watching her writhing and listening to her screams…then abruptly he was raising her up and cradling her.
His arms were strong.
She felt tiny, but safe and warm, and she never wanted the moment to end.
“You are full of surprises,” he murmured, shifting her and breaking the spell. “I knew you had a passionate soul, but not like that.”
“Honestly, Donovan, I didn’t either. I didn’t know I could feel so much.”
“What a shame,” he remarked with a sigh. “Not that you have discovered this, it’s a shame we have to part company.”
“No! Why?” she asked, jolted from the serene moment.
“I have to leave soon. But you don’t have to worry, I’ll make sure you’re somewhere safe.”
“You can’t be serious!” she exclaimed vehemently. “Why? Where are you going?”
“I have an assignment. I’m sorry to say it’s time for me to go to work.”