Page 4 of Tempting Alec

“Brave, are we?” he chuckled, music to her ears, even if he was goading her. She tilted her head to the right, just watching him, anticipation making her squirm, which made him smile.

Master McSexy securely fastened her wrists to the top of the frame, and she found herself glancing at the crowd again, even though she knew she shouldn’t. Their faces were a mix of awe and curiosity; some even looked jealous. For a brief moment, Grier felt like she was the center of attention—in a good way—a living, breathing art exhibit.

But then, the reality of the situation settled in. Master McSexy reached over to a table, picking up a flogger, shaking its falls out. Grier could feel her heart pounding against her ribs. This wasn’t an art exhibit. This was Club Southside, where rules were made to be broken, but only with consent. She had agreed to this—craved this.

As he unbuckled his belt, Grier felt a wave of nerves wash over her. She had never been one to seek out pain, but something about Master McSexy and his flogger intrigued her. She bit her lip, tension spreading through her body like wildfire.

“Are you ready, G?” he asked, his eyes never leaving hers. She could see the hunger in them, a hunger that matched her own. She nodded, swallowing hard as she forced herself to meet his gaze.

As he flicked the flogger, she could feel every eye in the room focused on them. The stage lights seemed to burn brighter, highlighting every detail of their bodies. Grier could see the anticipation in the audience, the way they held their breath as they waited for Master McSexy to strike. Her heart pounded in her chest, echoing through the silent room.

Master McSexy gripped the flogger, flexing his fingers around the handle and seeming to find its weight reassuring and adequate to the task. He ran it through the air, a soft hiss escaping from the tips. The audience gasped in unison, a chorus of surprised whispers filling the air.

“Are you sure about this, G?” he asked again, his voice low and rumbling like thunder.

She gulped, her throat suddenly dry. She could feel the sweat breaking out on her forehead. her body trembled with the anticipation of the pain to come. But there was something else, too—a rush of adrenaline, a high that was almost euphoric.

“Yes, Sir” she whispered. “I’m ready.”

And with that, the room seemed to hold its breath as Master McSexy raised the flogger high above his head. The music stopped, the lights dimmed, and the first strike came down hard, across her back, and she couldn’t help but let out a gasp. The pain was sharp and sudden, but it wasn’t unbearable. It was a reminder of what she’d agreed to, what she had craved. Grier had never felt so alive, so exposed, so vulnerable.

Master McSexy continued, strike after strike, each one more precise and powerful than the last. She could feel her skin burning, her muscles tensing, her heart pounding in her chest. She was alive in a way she’d never been before. If people had known she worked for the CIA they would have thought it exciting, but it wasn’t. Day after day she worked in her little cubicle deciphering code. It was nothing compared to this. Her back was on fire, but she didn’t want it to end. Instead, she wanted more.

As the whip continued to dance across her back, each strike bringing with it a mix of pain and pleasure, she could feel the crowd’s energy shifting. They were captivated by this scene, hungry to witness something raw and dangerous. And Grier knew that she was giving them just that.

Master McSexy was a master of his craft, his flogger moving with a grace and precision that was almost beautiful. She could feel her body responding to each strike, her skin tingling and her muscles growing tense. She had never felt so alive, so exposed, so vulnerable.

And yet, there was something about this situation that was empowering. She was taking control of her own desires, stepping into a world that was taboo and dangerous, but felt utterly exhilarating and oddly safe. She could feel the energy of the audience, their eyes on her, their collective breath held as they watched the scene unfold.

“You’re doing very well, G,” he breathed into her ear when he paused for a moment, his hands coming around to cup her breasts, to tease her nipples as the crowd around them went wild. Grier didn’t really hear them, though; all she could hear was his voice. “I didn’t think you’d make it this far. You have beautiful nipples, by the way.” He gave them a hard tweak.

He moved away before she could respond, his fingers leaving her nipples aching for more.

The flogger resumed its dance through the air, landing on her bottom now, slicing a new layer of burning, pleasurable pain across it.

Grier could feel her cheeks flush with heat, but it wasn’t just because of the pain. It was also because of the arousal that was building up inside her with each strike. She knew she was pushing herself, testing her limits, but it felt so good.

Master McSexy continued to lay the flogger down across her body, his movements fluid and precise, never missing a spot. Grier could feel her body responding, her core tightening, her breaths becoming shallower. She was completely under his control, at his mercy, and it was the most exhilarating feeling she’d ever experienced.

As the music started to play again, she could hear the crowd cheering, their energy pulsing through the club. Grier could feel the heat of their stares, their lustful gazes, and it only fueled the fire within her. Master McSexy laid the flogger down and came to examine his handiwork. In some ways she was so turned on, she thought she’d let him fuck her in front of the crowd, but in others, she just wanted him to leave her be and let her revel in the way her body seemed to be singing.

She could feel his fingers dancing over the welts on her skin as he came around to face her, his fingers moving across her hip and down her abdomen, to slide directly over her clit. “Mm, I knew you’d love the flogger, but I didn’t know you’d love it this much. You’re so wet for me, G. You’re absolutely soaking.”

He brought his middle finger up to lick it clean, smiling seductively at her when her mouth fell open in shock. “I’ll give you something to fill that with later, if you’d like.”

Her eyes raced up from the finger he’d stuck back between his lips to his eyes, while her mouth watered instantly.

“Like that idea, huh?” Master McSexy said, his lips coming close to hers, whispering against them, before he moved to the table where he kept his tools. He looked it over, holding up objects for the crowd to either cheer or jeer at.

For a moment, she felt totally out of control, like she had no say in any of this, but one word would stop it all, the word no. She didn’t want to say it, though; she didn’t want to end up like so many of the other women he’d used his flogger on, a puddled mess of pleasured exhaustion on the floor.

“You did very well, G,” he said, a hint of admiration in his voice. “I’ve never seen anyone take as much pleasure in pain as you do.”

She smiled, a little shyly, feeling a sudden wave of emotion.

“I’ve never felt this way before,” Grier admitted. “I’ve never felt so alive.”

Let me get you cut down. We can head up to one of the privacy rooms or just get settled in the lounge.”

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