Page 34 of Interview with a Sadist
Nolan whips the flogger again, harder this time, and the sting makes the muscles in my legs tighten. I end up squeezing the wand between my thighs, sending ripples throughout my entire lower body, and out of nowhere, I moan.
What the fuck? I can’t believe the words whirring around in my head. When I’m finally able to grab and focus on a phrase, I’m stunned by it. It does feel good, and I fucking like it.
Nolan uses the flogger on me again, even harder, and it all happens again. My muscles tighten, my clit throbs, a moan escapes my mouth, and my brain goes into a frenzy. Ilovethe sting. I love the way my body reacts to it before my mind does. I love it. I crave it. I want more of it.
“Tell me how it feels,” Nolan demands, his voice tighter than ever before. I can hear his breathing picking up as he lets his sadistic side run free.
“It’s so good,” I answer.
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes, but also no. I can’t explain it.”
“You don’t have to, Princess. I already know.”
Did he just call me his princess?
Nolan effortlessly flicks his wrist again, but this time he does it twice, sending the tails of the flogger whipping against me two times in succession. I moan louder than I expected and start to wonder if Ethan or Jackson can hear me from the bar downstairs. What if Maddy is listening with her ear against the door? I’m terrified by the thought of us being heard, but also a little turned on by it, and the last thing I need is to be any more turned on.
My blood courses through my veins like a violent river as Nolan flogs me again. After a moment, the pain of the sting begins to increase from being hit so many times, but it only sends me closer to the edge of bliss. I jolt with each strike—my legs flinching, my stomach tightening, my pussy throbbing every time he hits me, and I feel the oncoming orgasm growing in my stomach more and more.
“Do you like it?” he asks rhetorically.
“I love it,” I answer, just before another smack pushes me further to the edge.
“You want it again?”
“Yes, please.”
He hits me again, and I jerk forward. “Yes!” I scream.
Fuck, I’m losing control. They’re all going to hear.
Another whack of the flogger shocks my muscles, and I moan like a fucking porn star.
Fuck it. Let them hear.
I suck in a deep breath as pin pricks and needles spread across every inch of my flesh. My eyes squeeze shut, shooting white specks across the dark tunnel of my vision.
Another splash of the suede flogger tails punches me, and I fall over the cliff.
“Oh god!” I yell.
“Yes! Come for me,” Nolan growls from behind. He flicks his wrist once, twice, three fucking times before stepping forward and smacking my ass with the palm of his hand so hard I nearly fall over.
“Goddamn it … I’m … coming!” I blare as my entire world erupts into fireworks.
White light explodes in my vision, illuminating the darkness behind my eyes until I see a galaxy of bright stars. I lose all control of my muscles, and my legs quiver so hard I can’t hold myself up. I drop the wand onto the couch as my knees knock together and I convulse. My entire consciousness spins until I can barely tell up from down or left from right. I’m rocked like I’ve never felt before, and I crash onto the couch face-down when it’s all over.
Tears fill my eyes even though they’re closed, and I hear Nolan moving around in front of me. I’m almost too embarrassed to look at him, because I’ve never had an orgasm do that to me, but when I open my eyes, he’s kneeling in front of me with sweat on his brow.
“Are you okay?” he asks, which only makes me feel even more embarrassed.
Panting, I answer, “Yeah.”
“Good,” Nolan says. “You were incredible.”
I swallow hard as I realize my panties are soaking wet. Fuck, I knew I should’ve taken them off.
