Page 74 of Made For Ruin

I join her on the bed, running a finger down her spine. Gently, I tease her spine with a feather-like touch, trailing it down her back and over her curves. Her moans spur me on, so I pluck a blindfold from the nightstand.

“Time to heighten your senses, baby.”

Her quick inhale is the only warning I get before she nods. “Yes, Sir.”

I cover her eyes with the black silk, plunging her into darkness. The trust in her voice is like a drug. “Ready for more?”

“Yes, Sir,” she pants out, her hips arching in anticipation.

“Good girl.” I run a cool piece of ice along her spine, making her shiver. “You’re mine tonight, Lainey. And I’m going to make you feel things you never thought possible.”

Her moan sends a shudder through me, but I keep my composure. With a wicked grin, I reach for the cuffs. “Now, let’s see how bad you really want this.”

I unravel the rope from her wrists and help her flip over onto her stomach.

“Arms above your head, angel. I’m going to bind you to the bedposts.”

She hesitates for a moment, and I see the fear and arousal warring in her eyes.

“You’re in control, Lainey. You can safe-word at any time. No judgment. Understood?”

She nods, her trust in me evident in her eyes. It’s a heady fucking thrill, and I vow again to be worthy of it.

“Good girl,” I praise, securing each wrist to a bedpost. Her naked body is laid out before me, begging to be explored, and damn it if I don’t want to take her right then and there.

“Tonight, we’re going to try something else,” I say, picking up a long, supple-looking flogger from my bedside table. “I’m going to use this on you, just like we discussed. But first, I need to know you’re okay with it.”

Her breathing quickens, but she lifts her head, defiance and lust mingling in her eyes. “I trust you, Marcus. I’m yours.”

I pick up the flogger, weighing it in my hand as I study Lainey’s prone form. Her skin is flushed, muscles quivering with anticipation. I trail the leather tails lightly over the curve of her ass.

“I’m going to give you ten strikes. You will count each one out loud. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her reply is breathy but firm.

I raise my arm and bring the flogger down with a snap of my wrist, the tails landing precisely across both cheeks. Lainey jolts and sucks in a sharp breath.

“One...” she exhales.

Pride surges through me at her response. I deliver the next three strikes in quick succession, the steady thwack of leather on skin filling the room.

“Two...three...f-four...” Lainey’s voice wavers but she doesn’t break posture.

On the fifth strike, a particularly sharp yelp escapes her and she squirms against the mattress. I pause, taking in the pink blooming across her backside. Slowly, I walk around the bed until I can see her face.

“Color?” I ask gently but firmly.

Lainey’s eyes flutter open. They’re glassy with endorphins but meet mine steadily. “Green, Sir. Green.”

My chest swells with an emotion I’m not ready to name. Her trust in me is a gift I will never stop cherishing.

“Good girl.”

I bring the flogger down twice more in rapid fire, the strikes echoing through the room. Lainey’s back arches as she cries out.

“Six! Sev-AH!”

I pause, watching her carefully. Her skin is flushed, glistening with sweat, but her posture remains steady.

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