Page 134 of Enthrall
“Yes, sir.” When I caught sight of the short multi-tailed black whip I buried my head again.
He dragged the tassels along my calves and across my thighs before tapping it over my sex and causing it to flinch. The lashes hit my buttocks in a continuous rhythm and I jolted forward to escape them. With a strong arm around my waist, he repositioned me. The strikes resumed one after the other and I gritted my teeth, the stun of the whip intense, my body quivering, my trembling fingers curling around the chains.
Forgetting time and place, this momentum bestowed flashes of insight with each lash, sending me into a trance.
It felt so good.
Standing upright now and free from the chains, yet still cuffed, I swooned from this rush of excitement making me shake uncontrollably. There was no time to savor this. I was too busy trying to keep up with him as he pulled me toward the wall, his ironclad grip forcing me to stay beside him. He positioned me to stand with my back straight against the brick. When my sore buttocks touched the coldness, I sucked in my breath.
“Hands above your head,” he said.
With my handcuffed wrists held high, my arms felt the tension of this pose. Easing down the material of my corset, Richard cupped my right nipple. He rested it on top of the lace and did the same with the left. He tweaked my nipples firmly, causing shivers of pleasure.
“Oh, please,” I moaned.
“Silence.” He tweaked some more.
My jaw slackened, my breathing grew shallow. I pouted my pleasure and lowered my cuffed hands to reach for him.
His glare forced me to raise my arms again.
“Better,” he said.
Every movement set me up for a punishment yet staying still was impossible.
“You’re doing well,” he said. “But there’s room for improvement.”
My eyelids fluttered shut.
“Open your eyes.”
I was greeted by his fierce blue gaze.
Hold your hands out.” He unclipped the handcuffs and removed them, dropping them to the floor. “Hands behind your back.”
Richard reached into his pocket and removed a silver clamp. He pinched my right nipple, working its pertness and closing the clasp over it. The pinch made me shudder and forced a groan from me.
“Hush.”
He secured a clamp to the other nipple too and gave it a tug, shooting pleasure into my groin. I turned my head toward him wanting, needing, to be kissed.
“You have to deserve that.” He turned me around so that I faced the wall and he positioned my hands out in front of me.
“Use your hands for leverage,” he said, leaving my side.
With my fingers splayed on the brick, I leaned my weight against my arms and glanced back. I caught sight of the paddle.
He neared me. “Did you move without permission?”
“Yes, sir.” I bit my lip, hard.
“Why?”
“To see what you were going to do, sir.”
“How about I show you.”
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