Page 88 of Royal Flush

I was losing patience, my needs becoming far too great.

However, I was determined to continue to the end, even if it meant my balls would be aching. Next was the tawse, an implement she’d experienced before but this time would be different.

“What did you think about our first night together?” I asked, doing what I did with the feather by twirling the three tailed ends slowly down the length of her body. She didn’t jump, didn’t whimper, every sound turning into a heated sound of passion.

“It was… amazing.”

At least the truth seemed easy for her to admit. As I followed the sensual trail with my eyes, I relished how her toes were curled. Even her breathing had changed, becoming deeper as the experience drove her senses to a completely different level. Without hesitation, I cracked the tawse down but controlled the force so that the pain would be minimal.

“Oh. God. Oh.” Her cry was scattered, her fingers flexing and fisting.

“Heightened pain is much like pleasure. Tell me what you feel.”

Jasmine dragged the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip. “Alive.”

The answer was exactly what I was hoping for. I brought the tawse down against one upper thigh, swirling the leather straps after doing so.

Now, as she bucked, I sensed she was trying to get closer. Trying to convince me to continue the round of punishment. Only this had nothing to do with discipline, merely an awakening. The fact both her body and mind were so receptive left me tingling and anxious.

I brought the implement down a few more times before pulling back entirely. “Lift and spread your legs wide open.”

This time, there was a moment of hesitation, the beautiful woman twisting her wrists. When I pinched her nipple roughly, her moan was much louder than before.

“You are required to obey your master.”

Her movements were methodical, but she followed my command, spreading her legs far apart. My mouth watered from seeing how wet she’d become even in the last few seconds. Her juice was trickling between her swollen folds, dampening the bedding. I had to remind myself to hold back, that I could feast on her tight little pussy in a few minutes.

I caressed the soft skin of her inner thighs, daring to slide a single finger into her tight channel. She was more expressive than any other woman I’d been with, the blindfold hiding nothing. I could feel every muscle in my body tensing from my own level of excitement and anticipation.

Wanting her was easy.

Needing what I’d found with this woman was enticing.

It was keeping her that concerned me on several different levels.

I almost bent my head, ignoring my own personal rules but closed my eyes and snapped the tawse against her bared pussy.

There was no significant force used, no intention of damaging her luscious flesh. But her scream still sent a rush of shudders through me.

“My God. That is…” She tossed her head back and forth, jerking the bindings in such a way she managed to slam the headboard into the wall.

I repeated my actions three more times before swirling the edges around in circles. Every breath she took was pronounced, the scattered sound driving a sharp pain into my heart. The brutal vibrations were something I’d never experienced with any other woman, which meant I was even more fearful of hurting her.

I would never do so.

“Pain. Pleasure. Raw ecstasy. Is that what you feel?” My question was almost inaudible given my raging hunger that had burst to the surface.

“Yes, sir. Yes… Sir.” Her smile was now blissful, so much so I was momentarily taken back.

I finished satisfying my sadistic needs, the sound of my wrist cracking as I brought down the straps pulling at the built-up adrenaline. I tossed it aside, slowly twirling my finger around her already swollen clit.

With my breathing as labored as hers, I left the bed to retrieve the ice cubes. When she started to lower her legs, I used only my fingers, bringing them down three times in rapid succession against her pussy. “You will not move until I allow you to. Understood?”

The smile was entirely different, not only teasing but given how her face was, I could tell it was mostly from extreme bliss.

“Yes, sir.” I didn’t recognize her voice any longer. Part mischief. Part lust.

And all mine.

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