CHAPTER TWELVE #3
To her disappointment, he withdrew. When he went to the sideboard, she tested the bonds. Finding they held fast and secure, she knew she would be unable to free herself.
Upon his return, her breath stalled. He held in his hand a flogger. Her eyes widened as she noted the number of bands sprouting from the handle. There were more than a dozen of the black leather bands. She found the item quite intimidating…and exciting.
"Have you any experience with such an instrument?" he asked.
She swallowed with difficulty and shook her head.
"Answer me with words."
"No."
"This is the tamest of floggers. The falls are made of deer leather, which is light and soft in comparison.
The width of the falls are wide, the impact of which can best be described as a thud.
Do not be daunted by the number of falls.
Fewer falls tend to produce more sting. Would you like to experience the flogger? "
Was she mad for doing this? Could one truly find pleasure from being flogged? She supposed there was but one way to find out.
"Yes, please."
He let his arm fall to his side. She braced herself.
"It shall not hurt for I shall go gentle," he said.
Lightly, he swung the flogger at her thighs.
She barely felt it through her undergarment.
He continued in this manner for some time, swinging the flogger about her thighs as if he held a duster instead of a flogger.
Gradually, he brushed the falls a little harder against her, but the impact was no stronger than the graze of her hand.
"How did you come to desire a lesson here?" he asked.
"I had not planned it. I knew nothing of Trenwith house and came upon it by accident. When the opportunity was presented to me, I accepted."
"You are possessed of an adventurous spirit for you to have made a decision in so short a time following the introduction."
"Do you mean to imply that I am reckless?"
"Did I say reckless?"
"No, but it is in your tone."
"I shall strike with more force this time."
The gentle rushing of the flogger had warmed her thighs and even relaxed her. He slapped the flogger harder against the side of her thigh, but it surprised more than it hurt.
"Would you like another?" he inquired with no greater significance than if he were offering her another cup of tea.
"Yes."
He struck her other thigh.
"If you wish it, I will continue in this manner."
No longer afraid, she replied, "Yes, please."
The falls kissed the sides of her thighs and the front of her thighs. The rhythmic slapping soothed and she soon found she wanted more of its impact. As if sensing this, he asked, "Harder?"
She nodded.
"Yes or no?"
"Yes."
He whipped the falls against her. This time she gasped.
After a few seconds while she absorbed the blow, he asked, “Again?”
“Yes.”
“I shall continue and desist when you speak your safety word.”
She felt herself eager for the touch of the flogger.
He landed it against her leg. The blood coursed strongly through her, making her body come more alive.
He struck her harder, but she suspected he used only half his strength.
She grunted and the force of the blows increased, but the impact was easily tolerated.
Only when he aimed the tips of the flogger at her thigh, did she give a yelp.
"Did that sting?" he inquired.
"Yes."
"Do you prefer it?"
She considered it for a moment before answering, "No."
He returned to slapping the body of the falls upon her. After several such blows, she purred. She was surprised to find that she did indeed enjoy the kiss of the flogger. But perhaps it would not be so if he applied it with greater force. She was curious to know the answer.
But he let the flogger hang beside him as he took a step toward her. Fitting his hand between her thighs, he fondled her. Her wetness had not retreated, and he was able to coax more of it from her. She moaned as he rubbed the petticoats into her folds. She ached with desire there.
Again? she wanted to scream when he withdrew his hand. Was torment a part of the lesson too? The agitation seemed to reverberate through her entire body.
She cried out when he struck the flogger against her with more intensity than he had done before, but the heat simmering in her loins dulled the full force of pain.
"Do you require your safety word?"
She drew in a haggard breath, shook her head, and said, "No."
He rained several more blows upon her thighs. He then paused and returned to caressing her. She arched herself further into his hand.
"May I spend?"
"Not yet," he responded but sounded impressed that she had remembered to ask his permission. Stepping back, he gave her two more sharp whacks before praising, "You have endured the flogger well, mademoiselle."
She could have suffered more and would gladly have done so if it meant he would return to fondling her. Relief flooded her when he reached between her legs and agitated his fingers against her once more.
“You may spend,” he allowed as he stroked her with increased ferocity.
Shutting her eyes, she dug her fingers into her palms as the concentration of pleasure drilled deeper into her flesh, deeper into her womanhood.
She screamed as the paroxysm tore through her body.
Her limbs jerked of their own accord. Her body bowed into him as if attempting to escape from the waves of sensations crashing at her with rapid succession.
She was aware of nothing save for the beautiful, wondrous, overwhelming ecstasy.
He eased his touch, for, though hitherto desired, it now had an adverse effect.
She felt her body at last begin to descend from its climax, shuddering along the way, though she continued to throb between the legs.
Her heart had never beat so loudly. She knew not if she breathed.
But of one thing she was certain, despite the warm daze still soaking her: she had bitten of the forbidden fruit and wanted more.