Page 25 of Our Unexpected Beginning
“I would be lying if I said I didn’t want you to abandon all plans and fuck my brains out.” Her well-placed smile wasn’t all for show.
“Do you consent to being punished and put on display in front of another submissive, kitten?”
The consideration warmed her. It wasn’t new or unusual for Graham, but it still surprised her.
“I trust you completely, Sir.”
“Not that my plans for this evening are of the sinister sort, the only thing that stops everything will be your safeword.” Graham tugged the clamps and stepped away to swing the flogger to warm his wrists.
“Understood, Sir.”
“Good.” Graham quickly pulled her skirt off, tossing it to the side.
“Claudia?” He turned, draping his arm over the submissive’s shoulders, the leather flogger in his hand. The long, dark strands hung like a waterfall down her torso, brushing against her skin.
“Yes, Sir?” she replied, her voice a soft murmur of anticipation.
“Pick a number.”
Her blue eyes widened, a hint of trepidation flickering in their depths. She looked down at her hands, fingers entwined nervously. “Um, s-seven, Sir?”
“Was that a question or an answer?” His tone was firm, yet carried a playful edge.
“Answer.” Claudia’s voice wavered slightly. She squared her shoulders, allowing her spine to lengthen as she regained composure. “Seven, Sir.”
“Good. Now, pick another one—between one and four, please.”
“Three.” Her response was more assured, a small smile playing on her lips.
“Thank you.” He nodded, satisfied.
“Are we working on lottery numbers? I’ll throw in a few.” Her attempt at humor was met with an amused glance.
“Careful. Now, relax those legs for me,” Graham commanded softly.
Julia obeyed, her thighs parting as a shiver of anticipation ran through her body. She felt exposed, yet the vulnerability heightened her senses, leaving her feeling both vulnerable and intensely aroused.
Graham moved behind her, his breath warm against the nape of her neck, sending a thrill down her spine. “Count them out loud,” he whispered, his voice a gentle caress.
The first stroke of the flogger landed across her upper back, a sharp sting that made Julia gasp, her breathcatching in her throat. “One,” she exhaled, her voice barely above a whisper.
Graham continued his artful dance, the flogger tracing a path down her body, alternating between soft, teasing strokes and sharper, more intense blows. Julia’s voice became raspy as she counted, each number an echo of the heat building in her skin.
“Seven,” she panted, the final strike sending the flogger’s tails cascading across her breasts, leaving a tingling warmth in their wake.
Graham paced around her, letting her body settle before the next set of strikes.
“Your skin pinks up so beautifully. I want to cover you in welts and fuck you until you have no tears or voice left to cry.” Graham’s tone was borderline feral and Julia shivered. Her core clenched, and she coated her thighs with another wave of arousal. Her skin flushed and she was unable to hide.
Claudia wrapped her arms around Julia’s neck, rubbing her breasts against hers. The clamps on Julia’s nipples tugged between them, sparking her nerves to life straight to her clit.
She gently kissed Julia’s sweat-slicked skin. “You taste so good.”
Julia hummed in reply, her hands balled into fists as she waited for the next strike of Graham’s flogger.
The first strike of the flogger set her on fire and she cried out.
“Twelve minutes, Jules,” he taunted to her dismay. “This flogger has more bite to it, don’t you think?” The leather strands were equipped with knots that stung upon impact. Tiny bee stings that sent her senses alight.
