Chapter 17
17
Lincoln
Watching Ashley as she took nipple clamps and a plug for the first time was an erotic delight. He wasn’t the type of Dom who liked to constantly play with newbies. He appreciated a sub who was experienced enough to be excited about the toys as much as a sub who was experiencing them for the first time, so the real difference was her.
Seeing her struggle. Her desire to submit. Her need.
It made his cock ache.
He wanted to do more and more and more, take her deeper into the depraved ecstasy that he could give her.
But first things first.
“Here and here,” he murmured, placing her hands where he wanted them on the St. Andrew’s cross. Her naked body swayed back to press against the front of his, her ass rubbing across the bulge of his erection. He felt his jaw clench as he tried to ignore his reaction. The cross came with leather cuffs, so he wrapped those around her wrists and secured them, using his finger to check and make sure they weren’t too tight.
“If you start to feel anything ache or if any of your extremities start to tingle or feel uncomfortable, let me know.”
“Yes, Sir.” Wide eyes stared up at him, alight with anticipation. Sometimes, newbies didn’t want to say anything when they were uncomfortable, but he didn’t think he’d need to worry about that with her. She seemed completely sincere.
“How do you feel right now?”
He curved his hand over her ass, his fingers seeking the base of the plug peeking out from between her cheeks. She whimpered a little, going up on her toes before answering him.
“Good… full… my nipples don’t hurt as much anymore.” She sounded almost disappointed.
Lincoln chuckled, reaching up to tug on the dangling beads from one nipple and making her gasp.
“Ouch!”
“They’re going to hurt even more when I take them off, pet.” He was looking forward to it. As well as taking the tiny buds in his mouth to lick and soothe them.
The clamps he’d chosen were tight enough he didn’t worry about them falling off but not so tight she couldn’t wear them through the flogging. Since she was facing the cross, there were certain movements that would rub her against the wood if she wasn’t careful, adding to the sting.
Kneeling beside her, he tapped the inside of her ankles.
“Legs apart.”
He didn’t need them very far apart, but he put them a little more than shoulder-width, using the ankle restraints to keep them there. She’d said she wanted to try real bondage. Now she was completely immobilized and at his mercy.
“Are you ready?” he asked, looking up. This vantage point gave him an even better look at the little jewel winking from her bottom.
She took a deep breath.
“No? But yes. I’m just nervous.”
Chuckling, Lincoln got to his feet and swept her hair over her shoulder to hang down her front, exposing her upper back completely.
“It’s good to be honest.” He leaned in against her so she could feel the weight and heat of his body against her back, sliding his hand between her and the cross, down her stomach, and curving his fingers over her mound to press against the soft, wet lips of her pussy.
Ashley’s head fell back as she moaned, rocking her hips forward to meet his touch, eyelashes fluttering as he gave her a little stroke right over her swollen clit.
“I’m going to hurt you, pet, but I’m going to make you feel so good, too.”
“Yes, please,” she whispered, rocking against his hand. The sound she made as he moved away, leaving her bound to the cross with a dripping wet pussy, was music to his ears.
Grinning, he lifted his wet fingers to his mouth, cleaning them of her juices while he walked back to get the flogger. Part of a good scene was the anticipation, so he took his time, knowing she wouldn’t be able to see much because of the way she was bound. Even though she was trying to turn her head, he was basically right behind her, out of her view.
The flogger he chose was medium weight, with nice thick strands of soft leather, and no knots. A good starter flogger for her first time.
Walking back to her, he stayed directly behind her as he moved, so she could hear him coming but not see him. Coming up close, he placed his hand on her shoulder and felt her shuddering breath as she inhaled.
“Ready, pet?”
“Stop asking me and just do it! Sir!” The words burst out of her.
He bit back a laugh. She really was a sassy little thing, and he enjoyed her bluntness.
Still, they were in a scene.
Shifting the flogger to his left hand, he spanked each of her ass cheeks, hard and fast, one after the other, making her shriek and rock forward—which made her shriek again as metal knocked against wood. Her nipples clamps had just run into the cross.
She probably wouldn’t be complaining again that the clamps didn’t hurt.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” she chanted, panting for breath as she got herself situated again, holding her chest slightly away from the cross. As much as she could with the way her wrists were bound to it, at least.
“I don’t mind the sass, pet, but keep your tone respectful,” he said with a chuckle, giving her ass another tap, albeit a much gentler one.
“Yes, Sir. If you could please stop asking me if I’m ready and just hurry up and do it, Sir, it would be much appreciated.” She turned her head to meet his eyes, a little smile playing on her lips. “The anticipation is killing me.”
Fuck, he could get addicted to her honesty.
As much as he didn’t want to think about Janet, he couldn’t stop his brain from making the comparison. Even when he and Janet had been in a better place, even when they’d done kink, he hadn’t always been able to trust what she said. It was always malicious, but she’d used kink to get what she wanted from him.
With Ashley, she was pure need. She wanted him and the pleasure he could give her. She was open about it and completely sincere.
It was a bigger turn-on than anything else they’d done.
Lincoln was going to give her exactly what she was asking for, and he was going to thoroughly enjoy it. Then he was going to ask her if she wanted to do it again and again and again…
Stepping back, he swished the flogger a few times, then swept it up to catch the underside of her ass, making her jump. She giggled and relaxed as he brought it back down, dragging the strands over her shoulders. Since he wasn’t using any real force yet, it wouldn’t hurt or even sting much. The leather was soft and supple, like a caress.
A few more sweeps of the strands over her skin, then he began putting a little more oomph into his swings. Not nearly as much as he had into the swats he’d given her, but enough so she would feel it. Might even sting a little.
He could hear her moan right before she leaned into the cross, using it to help stabilize her and hold her up as he began bringing the leather down on her shoulders and ass. It had been far too long since he’d been able to give someone a good flogging. He took his time building up both speed and impact, making sure he hadn’t lost his touch over the years.
Shoulders.
Butt.
Shoulders.
Butt.
Once he was feeling good, he swung it up between her legs, snapping the leather against her pussy.
Ashley cried out, the wood creaking as she strained against it, her hands automatically trying to move after the sensual assault. Lincoln just kept the flogger going, even as he smiled at the sweet sounds she was making. His cock throbbed against the front of his pants, and he reached down, pressing his hand against it to give him some relief while he continued flogging her.
Shoulders.
Butt.
Shoulders.
Butt.
A few more sweeps, then he paused, stepping forward to run his hand over her pink skin. It was warm to the touch but not hot and likely only a little more sensitive than usual. She shuddered as he ran his palm over her flesh, panting for breath and hanging a little limply now that he’d stopped flogging her.
“How are you feeling, pet?”
“G-Good… S-Sir…” she stammered, giving herself a little shake as though she’d been in dreamland.
“Good girl.”
He didn’t think she was in subspace, but a good flogging could be like a good massage—relaxing and hypnotic and sometimes hard to come out of the mental state it put you in.
Shoulders.
Butt.
Shoulders.
Butt.
Shoulders.
Pussy.
She cried out, going up her tiptoes, panting for breath, and he didn’t think it was because of the pain. Glossy cream now decorated the strands of the flogger, announcing her growing arousal, as if she hadn’t been wet enough already.
Fuck she was beautiful.
He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back much longer.