Page 24 of Donovan Blake: Adrenalin

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!"

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