Chapter 8 #2
He helped her to her feet, and she watched him as he moved around behind her back to sweep a hand over her shoulders the red strapless dress left exposed.
She had the loveliest shoulders. It was one part of a woman he loved.
He kissed one shoulder and heard her soft sigh.
He did it again, and again, one gentle press of his lips after another until he felt her go loose all over.
And when he sensed she was really relaxed, he clamped a hand on the back of her neck hard enough to get the message through that he was in command.
She took in a gasping breath.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmured, his mouth right behind her ear. “Tonight will be all about contrasts. Because even when I’m gentle with you, I’m still the one in control here. You need to let it all go. You can let it go, Claudia. I’ll take care of everything. Understood? Tell me.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said quietly.
“We begin now.”
He slid his hand over her waist as he moved around to face her, and without another word he unzipped her dress and slipped it off.
Once more she gasped, her eyes going wide, and he loved that tiny bit of shock.
He loved seeing her standing there in her strapless red lace bra and matching thong even more.
He was going hard seeing her like this: mostly undressed, vulnerable.
Trusting him. And that gold ribbon around her neck symbolizing her intent. Their intent.
He moved in to kiss her shoulders again, trailing his lips over her collarbone, then lower, between her lush breasts.
Lord, he needed to fill his hands with that soft flesh, but they’d agreed she wouldn’t be any more naked than this in the Dungeon.
He gathered her tits in his hands and pushed them together, kissing the mounds at the edge of the red lace before taking a step back.
“We’ll use the spanking bench,” he told her. “Up you go, now.”
He helped her settle her knees on the pads made for that purpose, then her elbows on the armrests, attached his cuffs to the carabiners set into the bench with eyebolts, and cuffed her ankles and wrists.
He checked to see how snug they were, adjusted one cuff, then immediately began to stroke her body with his hands.
He swept his palms over her spine, up and down from her neck to the top of her thong, then back up again, paying attention to her breathing, hearing a tiny catch in her breath any time he reached the base of her spine, the back of her neck.
Noted.
“Take some deep breaths, Claudia. Good. Very good. Try to relax under my touch.”
She did as he asked, and he kept stroking his palms over her skin, down over her ass, then her thighs, her calves, even the bottoms of her feet.
Working his way back up, he began to massage her: her thighs, her buttocks, her sides, then her shoulders.
And just when she relaxed under his hands, he smacked her ass hard.
“Oh!”
“You can take it, Claudia. I know you can,” he said before smacking her again. “Tell me, are we green?”
“Yes. We’re green, Sir.”
Sir.
Oh, fuck, how he loved that—that she’d said it on her own, without him asking her to.
“Very good,” he told her before beginning to spank her.
His hand came down on one butt cheek, then the other, and he sank into the rhythm of the music playing.
The bass line shifted tempo, and he smacked her faster, harder, building along with the music.
He watched her body language, listened closely to every gasp and quiet moan.
He needed more from her, needed to bring out more in her, needed her to let go.
She was monitoring herself too closely, when what she needed most was to get out of her head.
With one hand on her back, he reached over to the table and grabbed the leather flogger.
He draped the falls over her back and slowly pulled it down her spine, inch by inch.
She shivered as he drew the leather over her skin, her body tensing a little when he reached that sensitive spot at the top of her thong.
Then he pulled his arm back and struck the back of her shoulder.
She moaned so softly he barely heard it.
He did it again, then again, waiting for her to warm up, for her silence and stillness to break.
He kept up the cadence, smacking one shoulder, then the other, back and forth, working his way down a little. Her skin was pinking nicely, but she was still too quiet.
He paused and bent to speak close to her ear.
“You need to let go, Claudia. I need to see your response. I need to hear you. You’re holding back.
We don’t need to know why right now; you simply need to open yourself.
We both already know you enjoy the pain, that you love leather.
Let it all go, pretty girl. Can you do that for me? ”
“I’ll try, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He laid a hand on the back of her neck. Her skin was warm. “Let’s try this again.”
Once more he began to flog her back, then moved down to smack her ass with the leather falls, but she remained quiet, other than the tiniest sighs, still giving him nothing. He’d have to try something else.
He moved down to her feet, and using the tips of the flogger, he fluttered them over the soles.
“Oh!” she yelped, then giggled, trying to pull her foot away, but she was held by the cuff around her ankle.
“Oh, is that the secret, then? You’re ticklish?”
“No,” she protested. Then yelped, “No!” when he tickled her foot again.
Grinning to himself, he laid the flogger down the length of her back. “Don’t let it drop,” he commanded her, then tickled the soles of both her feet with his fingertips.
She was giggling, trying to swallow the sound, but when he moved up to tickle her bare sides, she yelped. “Stop!”
“My beautiful girl, ‘stop’ is not a safe word. Are you safewording?”
“Noooooooo!”
“I thought not,” he told her, then went back at it, searching and finding all her most sensitive spots. When he reached under her and dug into the tender spot where her thigh met the front of her hip, she let out a short scream.
“Ahhh! No, no, no, no!”
But he didn’t stop. He kept up the torture, grinning like a mad man as she wriggled and laughed and yelped under his hands, and the flogger fell to the floor.
Finally she yelled, “Yellow!”
He stopped instantly.
“Too much, baby?”
She groaned. “We didn’t negotiate golden showers.”
He chuckled. “No, in fact, we did not. Alright then, back to hurting you, my girl. And there’s the matter of punishment for allowing the flogger to fall. Ten strikes with the leather paddle.”
He used his hands again to start, smacking her ass, pinching her thighs, and she squirmed and panted this time. He was damn pleased with himself for getting her there.
He switched to the leather paddle and smacked the full flesh of her ass with it.
“Count it out for me.”
He smacked her ass, and she said, “One.”
He smacked her again and again, and she counted as he hit her gorgeous ass with the paddle.
“Two, three, four… oh!”
“Oh, what?” he demanded.
“Oh… five.”
He struck her harder and harder, until her panting breath became a ragged sound as she counted, then turned to groans in between the panting.
“Six, seven, eight, nine… fuck!”
“‘Fuck’ is not a number, Claudia,” he told her, thoroughly enjoying himself. “Give me the number or you’ll get five more.”
“Ten. The number is ten, Sir,” she gasped.
“That’s better. But it came a little too late, my girl.”
He set the paddle down and quickly slipped his belt through the beltloops of his jeans, doubled it over, and keeping a firm grip on it, he smacked her ass with it, the wide leather strip landing across both cheeks.
“Ah! Fucking god damn it!” she yelled. “What was that?”
“Oh, you think you get to make demands now, do you?” he asked her.
“Um… no. No, Sir,” she said, but it ended on a small giggle.
“And now I’m funny?” he demanded, grinning.
“No, Sir! I mean, yes, Sir. I mean… ugh!”
“‘Ugh’ is right,” he said before landing another blow with the thick belt across her ass.
“Ah!”
“You did say you liked my leather belt.”
“I did? I must have been… wrong.”
“Really? But it leaves such lovely marks. You should see your ass right now.”
Her skin had turned the prettiest shade of pink, with the two wide red lash marks from the belt standing out, welts rising. He ran his hands over the heated flesh, then pinched it, making her flinch.
“Ouch!”
“That’s also not a safe word, Claudia. What do you need to say?”
“It hurts!”
He laughed. “Of course it does. I did tell you I’m a bit of a sadist.”
“A bit?” she pouted, making him chuckle again.
“Ah, you are fun,” he told her before laying the paddle on the table and switching it out for a pair of the slender bamboo canes.
He stepped back and started striking her in a criss-cross pattern over her back, and the flexible bamboo left welts instantly. He paused to scratch at the welts with his short nails, drawing gasps from her, making her squirm, then he went back to it.
They were falling into synch now, so that even when he changed toys, she responded instantly, moving with the same rhythm he was using on her.
Her back and her ass were covered in beautifully varied shades of pink, and he didn’t want to mark her any more tonight or she wouldn’t be up for more play in the next few days.
But there were other things he could do to her before the night ended.
When he rolled the spiky neuro wheel over her welts, she sighed and moaned in pleasure, then again when he used the fur glove to stroke her sore flesh, dialing her breathing down a bit.
When her breathing had calmed and he felt her muscles soften all over, he put the implements down and kissed his way up her spine, and her body surged under his lips.
When he reached the back of her neck, she let out a low, sultry moan that went right through him like liquid heat.