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“Do you remember your safewords?”

Her gaze was open and clear as a summer sky. “Yes, Sir, but I don’t need them.”

Taking the ribbon in his hands, he met Laura's eyes, conveying both his authority and his deep affection for her. His touch was firm yet gentle as he skillfully secured her wrists, binding them with the ribbon. Each careful knot formed a connection, a tangible reminder of their trust and the boundaries they willingly pushed together.

With Laura's hands secured, James stepped back to admire his handiwork. His eyes drank in the sight of her, bound and ready for his command. He marveled at the way her body responded to their dynamic, the subtletension in her muscles, and the anticipation that ignited the depths of her gaze.

He relished in the power and responsibility that came with being her Dominant, knowing that their connection went far beyond the physical realm.

Leaning in close, James whispered in Laura's ear, his voice a mixture of authority and tender affection, “You are mine, my beautiful submissive. Surrender to me completely and trust that I will guide you through this journey.”

Laura's breath hitched. The sound reminded him of the moment she hovered on the threshold of an orgasm, fueling his desire.

He tied Laura’s hands, then hooked his thumbs into the band of her panties and shimmied the soft silk fabric down her hips and legs. He tapped her right ankle. “Step.”

She stepped out of her panties, and he repeated the procedure with her left side.

“Widen your stance.”

She shuffled her feet about two feet apart.

“More.”

She added space, and James tied her legs to the cross using her lingerie.

“Mine!” he growled in her ear. “Mine to spank.” He slapped both her buttocks in quick succession, and she sucked in a breath, the sound like music to his ears.

“Mine to torture.” He reached around to her front, pinching, and twisting her nipples until she let out a small cry.

“Mine to fuck.” His voice lowered as he thrust three fingers into her pussy. “And mine to mark!” He bit down on the muscle between her neck and shoulder, and hepressed his thumb against her clit. Laura’s juices freely flowed over his hand and trickled down her inner thighs.

She reveled in his dominance, his mastery over her body. Her body trembled, succumbing to his commanding presence. She pressed herself against the cold, smooth surface of the cross, her breathing heavy, and let herself be lost in subspace.

James smirked, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he closed the distance between them. “I’m going to flog you and then I’m going to fuck you here against this cross. When I’m finished here, I’m going to take you home, tie you to my bed and fuck you again,” he whispered in her ear.

Her body tingled with anticipation as a gentle touch grazed her spine, sending shivers down her back. The sensation was delicate, like the soft flutter of feathers. Her skin tingled, electric with anticipation. Every moment that his hands weren’t on her was a moment lost, a moment to mourn.

“It’s a suede flogger,” James murmured, his words mingling with the air. “Let’s see what you think of it.”

She felt his presence behind her, his warm breath caressing her neck as he positioned himself. The air crackled with anticipation as he began his seductive dance. The suede flogger traced a figure-eight pattern, effortlessly weaving through the air, painting petal soft strokes upon her skin. The alternating taps landed upon her left and right side, each impact gentle and teasing, like thetap-tap-tapof rainfall. The falls were so soft it almost felt like a massage. The touches like whispers of pleasure,cascading down her body. It was a symphony of sensations, awakening her senses with every stroke. The touch was so soft, so subtly intense, that it left her yearning for more.

James's fingertips glided across her shoulders, the abrasion of his calluses igniting a tingling sensation that spread through her body She leaned into his caress, relishing the little scratch. Sensations danced beneath her skin, intertwining with the warmth left behind by the flogger.

"How do you feel?"

Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she met his gaze. “Wonderful, Sir,” she replied, her voice a soft whisper.

A deep chuckle rumbled from within him. “Hmm, that’s about right,” he remarked. “A flogger like this can sting, but it won’t hurt. There are other types of floggers that do hurt and can break the skin. I’m not into dishing out that kind of pain and you’re no masochist,” he reassured her. “It can be erotic to feel only a bit of pain.” With these words he stepped back again and the flogger came down hard on one cheek of her ass. He followed with a stinging swat to her other side.

Holy hell– those swats, she felt.

James closed the distance between them, his presence enveloping her. His hands, warm and comforting, sought out the spots where the flogger had left its tender mark. His touch was gentle yet firm, skillfully soothing the lingering sting that danced across her skin. As his fingers caressed her, she leaned into his touch.

A low, sensual moan escaped her lips.Oh, now it feels really good.The mixture of pleasure and relief intertwined, forming an intoxicating blend.

His velvety whisper broke the haze in her mind. “How are you doing?" he inquired, his tone brimming with genuine concern and a touch of commanding authority. He reached around and stroked her pussy. He chuckled again and circled her clit. “Answer me.”

Laura emitted a soft, indistinct sound, caught between a sigh and a whimper, as her legs trembled beneath her. Her mind wandered for a brief moment, the intensity of the sensations momentarily eclipsing her ability to respond, but then his voice pierced through the haze, snapping her back to the present.

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