Chapter 34
Emmy
Every inch of my skin is alight as Luke looms over me, his eyes dark with desire as I kneel.
He presses down on my bottom lip and seems entranced when it bounces under his touch. He’s looking at me with lust but there’s something else there too. Something deeper and hungrier.
He walks behind me as I sit with my hands in my lap, and I suddenly feel the tail of the flogger trailing over my skin.
It sends waves of goosebumps in its wake and my core clenches with anticipation.
The only warning is the whistle of leather through air before it snaps across my shoulder blades.
It barely stings, more a crackle than pain, but it wakes every nerve ending, sending pulses of need straight through me.
He alternates between trailing the flogger over my skin and lightly snapping the flails until I am practically panting, before he lays it back down on the bed.
He spends a few moments selecting his next tool and then gives me a small smile as he picks up the crop.
My heart kicks in my chest and I feel a tingle of nerves, wondering if this will hurt.
But instead of bringing the crop to my skin, he uses it to point to my lap and arches a brow. “Knees apart now, sweetheart,” he commands, and I move. “Further,” he pushes, and I comply.
I gasp as he traces the edge of the crop up the outside of my underwear.
“Are you wet for me, Em?” he asks, repeating the motion as my hips push forward, offering myself up to him.
“N-No?” I say, with a question in my voice.
He kneels before me and slides two fingers inside my underwear. His look of satisfaction is purely male.
“You’re right, love. You’re not wet, you’re drenched.” He pulls his fingers back and I let out a whimper of protest, which only makes him laugh. He lifts his fingers to his mouth and licks. “Delicious.”
I breathe in heavily through my nose as I squirm for more sensation. He’s barely touched me and I’m desperate to feel him. I close my eyes for a moment and suddenly feel a sharp sting to my clit. The bastard has just landed a slap straight to my pussy.
I cry out as a wave of pure pleasure, tinged with a tiny edge of pain, shoots through me. My eyes pop open and find his. He holds my gaze as he swings the crop through the air again and delivers another sharp smack.
My breaths are sawing in and out of me now, the early stages of an orgasm building inside me. I’ve never known anything like this – the mix of anticipation, pleasure, and stinging pain combining in a swirling vortex of need that threatens to drag me under.
He reaches past me and plucks the paddle from the bed. The sound it makes against his palm is a dull, heavy thud, nothing like the sting of the crop.
“Bend forward,” he orders, and I brace my hands on the mattress.
The first strike lands squarely on my arse. It stings like hell, and the jolt of pure arousal that ricochets through my pelvis shocks me. I gasp, half in surprise, half in pleasure.
“That’s the paddle,” he says evenly. “What do you think?”
“More,” I whisper, before I can think better of it.
He obliges with another measured swat, then smooths a hand over the heated skin. The ache blooms warm and heady, feeding straight into the arousal already spiralling in my abdomen.
He holds out a hand and pulls me to stand, grabbing my neck and kissing me hard. The paddle clatters to the floor as he devours me, hands threading through my hair, his tongue fighting mine for dominance.
“I need you. Now.” He’s panting as he steps back, stripping off his belt and trousers and jerking his white shirt over his head. I’m only too happy to oblige as I climb onto the bed and wait for him on all fours, practically salivating with the need to feel him inside me.
He kneels on the bed behind me and takes a moment to put a condom on before I feel him nudging at my entrance.
I’m just about to push back onto him when he lands a loud smack onto my left arse cheek, and I cry out in shock as the stinging pain increases my arousal.
Just as he lands a matching smack on my other cheek, he thrusts inside me and I moan at the fullness as he pauses to let me adjust.
“I can’t be gentle, sweetheart. I’m half feral for you tonight. Is that ok?” he says, gathering my hair in a fist.
“Do your worst,” I reply and he starts fucking me hard, pulling on my hair for leverage. My body is alive with the mix of sensations and it’s all I can do to ride out the pummelling that he’s giving me.
It’s exquisite pleasure and pain all shaken up and though I sense I’ll be sore tomorrow, I’d have to kill him if he stopped. I could die from the intensity of this feeling as we collide and my orgasm starts to build.
He murmurs sounds of praise as he fucks me mercilessly, then sensing that I’m close, he reaches round and full on pinches my clit. My body detonates, and I scream as Luke fucks me through my orgasm, coming just as I stop convulsing around his cock.
We both collapse on the bed, panting and sweaty, before he rolls off me to dispose of the condom. He scoops me up against him and starts kissing my neck, and I squirm with ticklishness.
“So that’s impact play,” I say, still breathless from the intensity of my orgasm.
“That’s the beginners class,” he confirms. “But you get the idea. Some people are true masochists and will get off on the pain alone but personally I like a healthy mix of both pleasure and pain in that sort of session.”
I murmur my agreement.
He rolls over onto his back, stretching out, and pulls me into him. My head fits perfectly into the nook between his chest and his shoulder and I nestle in as he wraps an arm around me.
“How did I do, Professor?” I say, with a sly smile.
“You’re the perfect student,” Luke replies, kissing the top of my head. “But I’d still like to see you after class.”
I grin and reach up to cup his jaw, tracing a line along his sharp cheekbone with my thumb. He looks down at me, gaze soft, and my heart stutters in my chest.
This is feeling less and less like a casual thing. And I have no idea how to talk to him about wanting more.
“What have you been assigned for Priya’s baby shower?” I ask, abruptly changing the subject, even though I know the answer. If Luke’s surprised, he doesn’t show it.
“Prosecco. I saw Chloe’s been given melon balls,” he adds with a laugh.
“Yes, apparently the baby shower is taking place in 1993,” I reply with an eye roll.
“I’m sure it will be a fun afternoon,” he muses, tucking a stray lock of hair back into place and nuzzling me gently. I feel a wave of pure contentment. He’s excellent at aftercare.
“Are you though? Because I have to bring supplies for the game where they melt chocolate bars into nappies and make everyone guess what the bar used to be.”
Luke looks horrified and I choke a laugh into his chest hair. I inhale as I catch my breath and get hit with the full force of his delicious, masculine, fancy body wash scent. It’s definitely citrusy. Maybe bergamot?
“Christ,” he replies.
“Quite,” I agree.
There’s a comfortable silence while we lie in each other’s arms. He traces small circles on my upper arms and I feel so relaxed I could doze off. Which is probably frowned upon in a sex club.
“Do you want to have dinner sometime?” I ask, taking myself by surprise as I prop myself up on an elbow to look at him. Have I just… asked Luke out? He stiffens under me and my stomach flips. I’ve fucked it. But then—
“I’d love to,” he says, giving me a squeeze.
I relax into him, smiling to myself as he strokes a thumb down my arm. I’m not sure what caused me to blurt that out but I’m glad I did. Because it’s happening. Luke and I are going on a date.