Page 105 of Lesson In Faith

She stretched her arms out in front of her, resting her cheek against her bicep.

“Look at you, little owl.” The pleasure in his voice was a drug; the stroke of his hand down her back made her float. “Such a good girl. So beautiful. Submission suits you. You know I’m not gonna hurt you, don’t you?”

Tamsyn hummed softly in her throat. “Yes, Sir.”

Fingertips skimmed her shoulders, gathering her hair out of the way. “Breathe slowly, deeply. Counts of four. When you find the rhythm, relax into it. This is just fun, little owl. A chance to spread your wings and fly. Ready?”

Didn’t he know she didn’t need wings to fly when she was with him?

“Yes, Sir, I’m ready.”

The muscles in her back tightened beneath the first stroke of the falls, her subconscious bracing for pain despite his promise there wouldn’t be any. As the velvet covered leather skimmed over her bare flesh like a kiss, she exhaled explosively and went limp.

“Good girl. Relax.”

She breathed in slowly, using the throb of her pulse in her throat to count four beats, and held it for another four before letting it go. Closing her eyes, she followed the trail of the flogger over her shoulders, down her back, over her butt to her thighs, and all the way back up again.

Left to right, right to left.

Within minutes, there wasn’t an ounce of tension in her muscles. The rhythm was easy to find, like a pendulum swinging in perfect time with her heartbeat. Even the dungeon soundtrack—the music, the screams, the snap and crack of whips and floggers—faded into the background and became part of the bubble she floated in.

Her belly grew heavy, the weight different to the sensations of the Rejuvenation. No painful cramps and awkward discomfort, just the deeper, more meaningful ache of arousal. She was wet and wanting, needy and empty aside from the tampon.

Whimpering softly, she raised her hips in invitation.

The flogger rained down on her harder, the fronds thudding into her muscles now. They struck a spot between her shoulder blades that triggered a spasm through her nervous system, coiling her core tight and sending out desperate signals for more.

Something dribbled down the crack of her butt. The flogger slowed, whispering back and forth as a blunt fingertip parted her cheeks and massaged cool liquid around her forbidden hole. “This pretty cunt knows how to tell me it likes something, doesn’t it? All plump and glistening, dripping juices on the floor. Waiting for my cock to fill it up and make it cry.”

She moaned in agreement, helpless against his dirty talk.

His finger thrust gently against her hole, teasing open the rigid muscles in time with the sway of the flogger. She cried out when he breached her to the first knuckle, then felt oddly bereft when he pulled away and left her needing more of the burn.

Something thin and rubbery slid inside her in his place, foreign and alien.

“Easy, darlin’.”Thwap, thwap, thwap. The flogger switched beats, thumping against her shoulders in bursts of three, followed by a weirdpfftof noise. “Velvet leather really brings out the color in your cheeks.”

Thwap, thwap, thwap… pffft.

Tamsyn squirmed uneasily, enjoying how the falls caressed her skin but not quite understanding why her bottom felt fuller. A dozen strokes of the flogger later, her back passage was both hating and loving the pain of being stretched open, craving the growing burn. “Sir?”

Leather slapped down the back of her thighs, all the way up again. “Tamsyn.”

“What did you put in my butt?”

“Inflatable butt plug. Need to teach your muscles how to open up without damaging you if my cock is gonna fit in there.” The falls returned to swaying back and forth across her lower back as his hand cupped her mound, his fingers teasing her clit. “My cockisgonna fit in there, little owl, make no mistake.”

The threat, purred in that darkly dominant tone, pushed her hips into his hand until she was grinding into him. She wasn’t sure if her butt could handle that formidable erection even if she wanted to try, but what she knew in this moment was that she needed something more substantial to quell the ache in her core.

“I need… I need…” Her brain flicked on and off as a calloused fingertip circled her clit, stimulating a hundred different nerves. “Sir, please, I need you in me. Inside me. Now. Please?”

“Not tonight, little owl. Soon, I promise.” He left her hanging, dragging his finger along her drenched seam before the thing inhabiting her butt expanded in a rapid series ofpffts that brought her up on her toes. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna come with a scream, cock in your ass or not.”

The plug continued to grow until the burn became a sting, a cramp forming behind the obstruction. Without the distraction of the flogger, anxiety wormed its way under the slick glide of arousal in her veins.

Whimpering, hands fisting, she shook her head. “Yellow. Yellow, Sir.”

“Good girl. Always tell me when you reach your limit.” Merrick stroked her back, curving his hand down around her hip to give her sensitive butt a gentle pat. “You’re gonna come, Tamsyn. Gonna make you come hard with your ass full and that needy pussy desperate for my cock.”

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