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I hear Silas move around his bedroom and then climb into bed with me. I feel him snuggle in behind me and wrap his arm around my waist. His lips touch my ear. “Did you enjoy the show?” My body stiffens and he chuckles. “Next time you don’t touch yourself unless I give you permission. Understood?” he growls against my neck, making my body tremble and my vagina quiver.

“Yes, I understand…Sir.”

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My eyes follow Silas as he stalks toward me like a lion stalking its prey. Tonight, he’s using the flogger on me. I’m scared, but exhilarated. He’s got me restrained to the St. Andrew’s Cross in my bra and panties. Usually, he says, subs are naked, but since I’m still learning he’s letting me wear my undergarments, thank God. My chest rises and falls rapidly as my eyes drift down to the flogger.

Before we started, he let me hold one in my hands. It was the big, scary-looking flogger that he showed earlier. The one he’s going to use on me is made of a softer material, and it’s for what he calls “sensation play.” It won’t hurt, but it’ll teach me about surrender and how to get used to the feel of it hitting my skin.

I can’t decide if I want to look at the flogger, or at his bare chest. Honestly, I keep getting drawn to his eyes, which look much darker than usual. “What’s your safe word?” His voice is deeper, sexier.

“Red, Sir.”

He reaches out, stroking my cheek. “Good girl. What word do you use if you need me to back off?”

“Yellow.” Silas grips my chin, raising his eyebrow, and my stomach dips. “Sir.” He leans in, pressing his lips to mine.

When he pulls away, the look in his eyes causes me to swallow the lump in my throat. The blue sparkles as he runs his hand over the tails of the flogger. The first strike startles me, causing me to jerk against my bindings. The second and third I’m prepared for, but it takes four and five for me to let my body relax. They’re soft so they don’t hurt; it’s just more of a dull thud. He reaches between my legs, rubbing my clit through my panties. My eyes drift shut as a moan slips past my lips.

Silas drives me close to the edge, but then backs off. He begins using the flogger again and strikes my thighs. My cries turn to incoherent babbles as he alternates between rubbing my clit and using the flogger on me, never using the same pattern—keeping me off balance.

Using my safe word is on the tip of my tongue as a sense of panic takes over me. My heart races and I tug at the restraints around my wrists. “Breathe, baby, stay with me. Don’t fight it. Fuck, you’re perfect,” he croons while rubbing my clit.

I close my eyes and breathe through the sensual assault on my body. He grabs onto my hips and I feel him nip at one nipple and then the other through the silky material of my bra. I moan and thrust my breasts out, begging for them to be touched. Instead, he uses the flogger on me again and again until I start to feel lightheaded, almost drunk.

Silas’s fingers slip under my panties and rub my clit until I can’t take it anymore and come, over and over—crying out incoherently as wave after wave of pleasure flows through me. I feel myself being lifted and laid down on the bed. My eyes feel so heavy, and I feel like I’m in a cocoon. I don’t fight it—instead, I let sleep pull me under.

“Baby? Britain?”

I open my eyes and find Silas smiling at me. “Did I fall asleep?”

He strokes a hand over my hair in a loving gesture. “That can happen sometimes after a scene, but you’ve only been out for about ten minutes. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You went into subspace. It’s not unusual for someone to do that their first time, but fuck me, you did it beautifully.”

I smile and snuggle into him. Warmth fills me under his praise. “Will it be like that all of the time?”

“Maybe, maybe not—every experience is different, but if you trust me, and we communicate, we can have a lot of fun.”

I like the sound of that. Leaning forward, I kiss the base of his throat. I move my lips up to his earlobe, nipping it with my teeth. He hisses out a breath and moans, it urges me on. Kissing back down his neck until I reach his chest, I taste the slight saltiness of his skin. When I reach one nipple, I swirl my tongue around it and then bite it like he does to mine. After I give the other one the same treatment, I begin my descent down farther.

Silas’s eyes are on me as I unbutton his jeans. I don’t miss the large erection behind his denim. As I peel it down, he lifts his hips so I can slide them down and off. His dick is hard, lying stiff against his stomach. I climb back between his legs. He smiles while watching me.

My hand only slightly trembles as I wrap it around his length. I’ve watched GIFs on Tumblr about blowjobs. I’m not super confident, but I’ll give it my best shot. Keeping my eyes on him, I drag my tongue from the base to the tip, swirling my tongue around it. I do it a few more times and then wrap my lips around it before sliding down, sucking it into my mouth.

He moans as I take him to the back of my throat, swallowing him down, and I only gag a little. Silas grabs my hand, wrapping it around the base of his dick. Moving my hand up and down, I jerk him off while still sucking. I begin picking up speed as his groan becomes more ragged and urgent.

“Baby, I’m gonna come in your mouth if you don’t stop.” He moans, but I keep going. He’s given me so much already and I want to give him something back.

I shake my head and increase the suction. He shouts as the first splash of his cum hits my tongue. I swallow the warm, salty liquid down as he shoots into my mouth. I finish swallowing, and I won’t lie—I gag just a tiny bit, but when he pulls me up and kisses the fuck out of me, I forget all about the fact that I did not care for that.

When we finally get situated in bed, he hugs me to his chest. “Thank you for tonight.”

I tilt my head back and look at him. “Shouldn’t that be my line?”

He laughs as he hugs me close, and that’s how we fall asleep with him wrapped around my body.

Chapter Nineteen

Silas

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