Page 30 of Desperate Valentine

“It keeps my hands busy.” He winks, reaching for it and holding it out for me to touch.

As soon as the cold chains brush against my hands, I pull them back. “You use these on—women?” I ask.

He chuckles and shakes his head. “No. I haven’t used them on any women, yet.”

“Then why do you have them?”

He steps closer to me, reaching down to slowly unzip my sweater. “I guess I was waiting for you.” He slips it off my shoulder and to the floor, allowing his breath to ghost over mybared skin, the heated words holding a promise for the hours ahead.

My breathing becomes rapid; my heart beating out of my chest as he continues to remove my clothes, unwrapping me like a Valentine’s Day present.

“So, which one is it?” he asks, reaching up to push a section of my hair away from my breast as his lips brush against mine.

I scan the wall behind him, deciding to use the one he showed to me first.

“Good choice.” He nods.

Somehow, the red lights give me a boost of confidence that I didn’t know I had. Though I’m not so sure this confidence is going to help with the pain he’s about to cause.

Before I know it, he brings the flogger up to my breasts, allowing the tails to slowly brush against my skin. Chills run up and down my spine as he lowers it to my pussy.

“I’ll start off gentle, little leopard. Now would be the time to come up with a safe-word. Just to be sure, you should have a signal too.”

“Like, if I need to tap out?” I chuckle.

“Exactly,” he groans.

“Red?” I can barely hear my own voice over the thrumming of blood in my veins, the anticipation rising. But he hears me anyway.

“That’ll do. And your signal?”

I think for a hot minute and finally, I come up with something. “I’ll just pinch you,” I say, laughing to myself.

“See, I knew you had it in you.” In one quick movement, he wraps my hair around his hand and guides me toward the couch.

I kneel before the couch, my shins resting against the hardwood floor beneath us. I arch my back as he comes up behind me and gently brings the tails down over my ass. It doesn’t hurt, but it definitely leaves a sting behind.

“Is that all you can do?” I tease, regretting the words as soon as they come out of my smart ass mouth.

“Is my little slut getting desperate already?” Rather than let me respond and get myself in even more trouble, he, brings the it over my ass — much harder this time.

“Fuck!” I holler out, reaching my hand behind me to soothe the aching sting of my ass cheek.

“Keep your hands to yourself, little leopard. Unless you’re weak enough that you have to use your safe-word already.” When I don’t say the word immediately, he allows me no respite, bringing it up once again then down over the other ass cheek.

“Never!” I cry out, burying my head into the couch cushion to muffle the sound.

“That’s my girl,” he praises as he kicks my knees apart. The words melt me in an instant.

It takes a good second for me to recover, but the very moment I do, he brings the flogger down over my pussy, tickling me with the tails.

“Let’s see how much my girl can handle.” He moans, flicking his wrist and snapping the flogger into my pussy.

I reach above me, gripping the back cushion as hard as I can, muffling a loud scream into the couch again.

“Hmm…not bad. I’m impressed, little leopard.” The nickname that once felt like a taunt wraps me up in its warm caress as I fall apart in front of him.

I gather myself, and with tears flowing down my cheeks, I take a deep breath to prepare myself for the next blow.

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