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“How are the shoulders? Not too much strain?”

She shook her head. “They’re all right, but thank you for asking.”

He grinned. “Baby, I only want you to suffer what I put you through and not from being careless with your body. Suffering should enhance your experience, like with a delayed orgasm, or push you past your expectations and heighten your self-esteem.” He let her ponder that while he made quick work of attaching ankle cuffs and clipping them to the frame as well.

He righted himself and cursed at how his hard-on distracted him. He needed all his faculties for this next phase. With the butt plug, he had been touching her all the time, but to wield the flogger, he would have to put distance between them. He looked around and caught Chris’ gaze. The big blond man was the DM tonight. Without prompting, Chris moved closer, and Derek was once again grateful for the wealth of lifestyle experience that surrounded him at Club Indigo.

“Problems?” Chris asked.

“Not really, but I could do with an extra pair of eyes for the next part.” Derek glanced over to Sonja, who looked relaxed, waiting patiently for the moment. “I want to give her a sensual flogging but with a tad more pain than she would usually enjoy.”

Chris nodded. “It’s about time someone pushed her boundaries. No other Dominant has reached her like you have. She’s submissive, no doubt about that, but something is holding her back.”

Derek grunted his agreement. “She is. I think she’s a special kind of sub, who needs a stern but loving hand. Let’s see if I can push her with orgasms and pain.”

Chris clapped him on the back. “I’ll watch and be on hand to assist.”

Derek nodded his thanks, his focus back on the bound submissive before him. He untied the flogger from his belt and shook out the strands. Her gaze fixed on the suede tresses. Derek ran the flogger through his hand and landed it lightly on her right breast. Using a simple figure-eight pattern, he then moved the strands over both. Her beautiful dark skin had a downside—markings were more difficult to spot, and he needed to be aware of how hard he was landing the strokes. He could turn that to his advantage, since the other way to tell how hard the falls were hitting her was the heat level of her skin. Checking on her wasone more excuse to touch her. He dropped the flogger and ran his hands over her breasts.

They were nicely warmed up. Her face betrayed no sign of distress but also not the soft gaze of deeper submission.

“How are you doing, sub?” he asked.

“Um, okay, Sir.”

“On a scale from one to ten for how much you can take, how would you rate this?”

“A two, I think.” She chewed her bottom lip.

“You think?” He raised an eyebrow.Doesn’t she know her own body?

“Well, if zero is no pain and ten is intolerable,” she answered, her gaze uncertain.

“Let me rephrase: on a scale you’d still enjoy, but a ten is reaching your endurance,” he amended.

“Oh, in that case, about five.”

He nodded. It was about what he’d guessed and what he’d hoped she would say. “Can I rely on you use yellow when you get to about nine, baby?” He had no intention of reaching that level of intensity, but it was a good way to keep her on her toes and remind her that she had safewords.

“Yes, Sir.” She smiled up at him.

Derek picked up the flogger and started again. His vision tunneled until the world consisted only of him and her as he increased the force and the speed of his hits. Sonja began to pant. Her head was thrown back against the web, her eyes closed, and her mouth wide open. He sensed he was nearing her limits, but no safeword fell from her mouth.

He dropped the flogger again and pressed his body into hers. Her head fell against his chest, and Chris stepped into his peripheral vision.

“She’s had enough,” Derek said to the other man, and Chris nodded.

“I think you’re right. You’ve obviously had a lot of experience with both the flogger and subs. Let me unbuckle her and clean up, so you can do the aftercare,” Chris replied before handing him a subbie blanket.

Derek hoisted Sonja into his arms, and she snuggled into him. He walked over to the comfortable couch where Sonja had flopped down during their first encounter. He smiled as he sank onto the sofa. Derek pulled the fluffy blanket snugly around Sonja and settled her more comfortably on his lap. She was so open and responsive to him.

A bottle of water and candy were within easy reach at the nearby table. She was in deep subspace now, so he didn’t expect her to be aware of her surroundings for quite some time. She’d reacted like a dream to both the anal play and the flogging. The easy way she had given him free rein with her body convinced Derek she trusted him, but was she ready to open up about the rest of her life, too?

Maybe if he could figure out what bothered her about ageplay, they could find some middle ground. He’d been instantly attracted to her because of her playfulness and vulnerability. That, and the fact she hadn’t matched with other Doms before, made him sure she was a ‘Little one’—no matter how much she tried to repress that side of her personality.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Sonja showed Derek in, her nervous anticipation building. Their scene had been fantastic, and he’d been so sweet and caring afterward. She’d come to know him as a conscientious Dom who watched her carefully, but tonight, she’d felt a more profound connection than she’d experienced before.

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