Page 15 of For the Sub

Slowly, he drew the flogger down her body, making her already-inflamed nerve endings tingle. He repeated the process from the left side, leaving behind a trail of desire. “Nice,” she murmured.

After taking a step back, he began to tantalize her with slow, measured flicks, caressing her belly, her breasts, and her pelvis with the thick strands.

He was masterful, and she allowed her body to go as slack as possible.

“Are you enjoying this, pretty sub?”

“Yes, Sir. Very much.”

Almost without her noticing, he increased the intensity of his strokes, and they became harder and faster as he made a figure-eight motion with the handle.

Brandy moaned.

She’d applied for a position at the Den because she loved to serve and genuinely enjoyed sensual stimulation. Though she wasn’t a masochist, the tactile sensation of leather, rattan, and even a wooden paddle against her skin turned her on.

As he’d instructed, she tipped her head so her torso was exposed to him. Then she bent her knees a bit, letting the hook above her take more of her weight.

On and on he went, continuing to flog her, catching her nipples with the blazing ends of the strands. “Yes…”

“Are you still with me?”

“I am, Sir,” she whispered. “I like this.” Still, despite the luxurious flogging, she wouldn’t allow herself to let go enough to reach subspace.

Even though Master Damien and Gregorio saw to everyone’s safety, she didn’t trust anyone enough to drop her emotional defenses, retreat inside her own mind, and drift into absolute nothingness.

As she closed her eyes, he worked her, crisscrossing her body, landing each stroke with masterful precision.

“Now your pussy,” he said, voice crooning and tender.

“Oh, yes, please.”

He moved to the side for a different angle, then he licked her most tender place with the leather.

He didn’t need to tell her to relax. Instead, he coaxed her into it.

As he had earlier, he wielded the implement with the gentlest of touches.

Within minutes, though, she was drenched in perspiration and whimpering from the heady combination of pleasure and pain.

She was aware of him saying something, but she didn’t respond, content to enjoy the ever-increasing torment.

As soon as she arched toward him, he changed up his tempo.

He whipped her breasts, snapping at her nipples, and viciously licking her cunt.

She’d become wet from the deliciousness of the pain, and she wanted it to continue. “Sir, Sir…” she pleaded, unsure what she was asking for.

“Pretty, pretty sub.”

Suddenly the whip clattered to the floor, and he cupped her mons with his right hand.

“Will you bring me off, Sir?”

“Would you like that?”

She was so on edge from the eroticism of the flogging and the way he’d left her unfulfilled a while ago, that she was at the end of her ability to hold back. “Please, Sir. I beg you.”

“It would be my absolute pleasure,” he murmured, pressing his thumb against her clit and fucking her with three fingers.

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