Page 25 of Harmonizing with Little Heaven Leigh

Removing one sense improved the others—or so they said. All Heaven Leigh knew was that without her sight, she was more aware of every touch, every breeze that crossed her skin. Sensations seemed heightened, and when her head tipped back and her hair grazed across her bare back, she shuddered.

Angel laughed and kissed the back of her neck. “If you think you’re sensitive now, just wait.”

She was eager to see, or rather feel, what he had planned. He didn’t make her wait. A few seconds later she heard a whoosh-whoosh-whoosh sound, and then felt a rain of featherlight touches all across her back. She recognized the implement immediately. “Oooh, a flogger!” she blurted.

“Mhm, I don’t get to do this often enough.”

Heaven Leigh would never have thought flogging would be up her alley before coming to Rawhide. She’d seen floggings in pirate movies, and read about them as horrible judicial punishments, so even when she’d found mentions on BDSM sites online… she’d still assumed it was for hardcore players.

She’d been wrong, or at least she’d been wrong in thinking there was only one type. Therewereharsh floggers, she’d heard. Ones made of heavy leather, almost like rope, and with knots that would bruise the skin when they landed, but that wasn’t Angel’s style.

He’d introduced her to the sensual joy of suede floggers, with their long soft strands of velvet. They brought such a variety of sensation, depending on how he used them. But it was always enjoyable.

With full-armed swings the heavy thud was like a deep tissue massage. With a little twist and snap it could sting. And with light flicks like he was currently using, it was teasing, like butterfly kisses that made her ache for more.

It had become one of her favorite things. Definitely suitable for a reward scene. She made a happy sound as she let her forehead rest against the cool wood and prepared to melt away.

Angel took plenty of time to build the scene. At first, he aimed so the strands barely touched her, just the tips teasing as they swung by. She felt the breeze as they passed more often than she actually felt them touch her skin. Gradually he moved in, so that the soft suede was raining delightfully across her back, hips and thighs.

Every now and then he’d make a few strokes burn. The leather would wrap across her body with a sharp snap, and she’d catch her breath, but then he’d shift back to a soft rain of slaps that eased the sting away. When she got too comfortable with that, he’d throw in some heavy thudding blows across her shoulders or the center of her ass where she had plenty of muscle to absorb them.

The heavy strokes rocked her body and the impact was loud in the open space, but the feeling was never as intense as she expected. It didn’t hurt the way a paddle would, but it left a deeper soreness that she enjoyed while it lasted.

She wasn’t sure how long the scene went on because her conscious mind disengaged fairly early on, leaving her with just sensations. She felt like she was lying in shallow water being rolled back and forth with each wave and it was wonderful.

“They’re watching you,mi corazón.”

The whisper against her ear seemed to come out of nowhere, and she jerked. She hadn’t even realized he’d stopped. Her first attempt to talk, didn’t work right. Her tongue felt awkward and heavy, but she gave it another try. “They are?” Her voice was husky, almost sleepy sounding when she finally managed words.

“Mhm.” He drew his fingernails over her warm back, tracing lines that the flogger had left. It triggered a shiver and wrenched a moan from her. “They’re enjoying the show. They’ve been listening to all those little sounds you’ve been making. How do you feel about that?”

Her skin felt tight. Her nerve-endings tingled, and every time his nails scratched across her skin, her pussy pulsed in demand. Her panties were soaked. She could feel the fabric clinging to her, and he was asking how she felt about people watching her like this? Watching her like she was some wanton submissive on display, which… she was.

She felt sexy, which wasn’t something she felt often. “I… like it.” That sounded lame, but she wasn’t really capable of anything more detailed.

“I thought you might.” He nipped at her earlobe and pulled back.

CHAPTER8

They’d both needed this and had for a while. Oh, they did plenty of scenes in their little apartment. Foreplay, punishment, and sometimes just a good old catharsis to break through the emotions, but with everything that had been going on, there simply hadn’t been the time or energy for a long, drawn-out scene like this.

And considering the fact that they lived on a Ranch devoted to the BDSM lifestyle, they probably didn’t use the amenities often enough. Of course, when it came to the Dungeon, they had to take her headspace into account too. No Littles were allowed in the Dungeon and Heaven used up a lot of her adult headspace at work.

Many evenings they would come home, and she would escape the stress by slipping into Little space. That had been even more common since all the changes had begun, which he totally understood. Accommodating her needs was the least he could do as her Daddy, and as her partner, but it did mean that it had been a long stretch since they’d been able to manage a scene like this.

Flogging needed a lot of space. His favorite implements were two feet or longer and there just wasn’t room in their apartment to use them effectively. The Dungeon, however, had plenty of space to swing. And although the blindfold and cuffs had come from the well-stocked armoire, the floggers he’d brought with him.

He loved to flog her. She was so expressive, and her skin colored so nicely under the lash. By the time his arms were starting to tire, her entire backside from shoulders to calves was red. In a few places there were obvious lines, but most of it had blended together into a solid strawberry color.

It wouldn’t last long. They weren’t welts or bruises, but just temporary redness from the impact of the leather tails. He’d brought his three favorites. Each was a different length and a different kind of leather. Together they allowed for a slow building of intensity.

He took the time to use each one. There was no need to rush.

The light deer hide barely stung no matter how hard he swung it. The suede strands warmed her skin and brought a slight flush to the surface. That was to relax her before he switched to a medium flogger, one with narrower leather and a swivel handle that allowed him to get fancy with cross strokes.

That one was a lot of fun, and it made for an impressive show, even though the flogger did most of the work. It had a twin and sometimes he liked to dual-wield them, but that would have taken a little too much energy after the long day. The loud slaps added some sting to the mix as the strands snapped against her skin.

He finished with the custom-made moose hide, which was heavy and had many wide falls. It was pure thud, and the impact jarred her each time he brought it down. She arched her back, rolling her shoulders as she silently begged for more.

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