Page 143 of Filthy Rich Santas

Someone spreads my legs wider, groaning softly, then taps the jeweled plug I’m wearing.

I moan, a shudder going through me. A moment later, a soft, almost soothing waterfall of touch caresses my ass.

“This is a flogger,” Beckett says from behind me, dragging the tails through my crease and teasing my inner thighs with them. “I’m going to need you to count as I use it on you. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yes,” I promise. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Let’s begin.”

As the flogger’s tails trail over my skin once more, I suck in a breath, tingles sparking where it makes contact. Then the first strike lands across my ass.

“One,” I breathe, the sensation like stinging bees.

“Beautiful,” Beckett praises, the flogger falling again in another sharp snap that makes me gasp.

“Two,” I manage, feeling my knees weaken as the sting blooms.

Another strike, this time lower, the tails landing with a thwack against my sensitive inner thighs.

“Three.”

The heat that follows the sting works its way into my core, fanning the flames of the arousal inside me until it feels like I’m about to be consumed.

“You’re doing so well, love,” Ryder encourages, his warm breath against my ear as he nuzzles my neck.

The next strike lands on my ass, closer to the plug, and a jolt of sensation shoots straight to my core. I cry out, my body arching. “Four!”

The final strike lands, and I cry out again, my body vibrating with sensation. “Five! Oh god. Please. Please, sir. I need to come.”

I writhe against the smooth leather, and the feeling of my clamped nipples dragging across its surface drives me crazy.

“Not yet,” Beckett says, making me sob. “I think you can do five more.”

“No,” I whisper, even as a part of me yearns for it.

Not for more flogging, necessarily, but for pleasing him. For pushing myself because he wants me to. For earning more praise and discovering how much I can really take.

And since “no” isn’t my safe word, Beckett gives me all of that, coaxing me to count out five more, making me lose myself in the rhythm of the flogger, my body on fire, pleasure and pain blending into an overwhelming mix that has me hovering right on the edge of release so that I’m not even sure if I am counting anymore.

Not until he finally stops.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble of approval as he runs a hand over my ass, my thighs, between my legs.

“Fucking incredible,” I hear Ryder say over the sound of my breath, coming in short gasps as I just exist in a sea of sensation.

I’m floating, pleasure coiling so tightly that I can barely breathe. My body is on fire, sensation thrumming through every nerve ending as I hover right on the edge of release.

And then Beckett taps on the plug, his voice a commanding rumble. “Do not come, little menace. Not until you have permission.”

But it’s too late.

At his words, I shatter, pleasure bursting through me in a rush. I cry out, my body shaking as I’m overwhelmed by the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

“Oh, you dirty little thing,” Beckett growls, chuckling. “You know better.”

My breathless, shuddering response is lost in the waves of pleasure still rolling through me. My body feels boneless as they reposition me, lifting me up and supporting me as they remove the blindfold.

The return of my sight is like a shock of bright light, and I blink as I find them all gazing down at me with raw desire in their eyes.

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