Page 37 of Left of the Slash
Once both clamps are in place, I step back and review my work. Olivia’s face no longer shows pain as her nerves get used tothe clamps, and now she's waiting for me. She's patient, but the look in her eyes is fiery.
I smirk as my body swells with pride, knowing I've just accomplished my first act in my new role as Olivia’s Dom. I almost want to laugh, because I can't believe I'm acting out a BDSM scene. This isn'tnormalsex. This is elevated. It’s sex heightened to a whole new level of mental and physical pleasure. What a fucking rush. I have a lot to learn, but I feel good about the baby steps, and now I'm ready to take a leap.
I grab the flogger once again, inspecting the grooved black and red handle before moving up to the red tails made of soft leather. Out of all the floggers Olivia owns, this one is definitely on the tame side, but in the name of baby steps, this will certainly get the job done. Even now, just holding onto it for the first time, I feel empowered and anxious to see what this toy does. It’s like finding a piece of my body that I never knew was missing until I picked it up, completing myself like a puzzle. There are countless sex toys in the world, but this one seems to call to me like an angel on my shoulder, whispering depravity in my ear. Or maybe it’s just my dark devil. Either way, holding it feels so fucking good.
With the flogger in my right hand and the tails dangling like vines in front of me, I walk over to Olivia, who hasn't looked down at the toy once. Her eyes stay on me, totally unafraid or uncomfortable in this setting. In fact, I would say this is the most relaxed I've ever seen her, and her comfort makes me feel more at ease with each new step I take.
“I've never used one of these before,” I confess as I twirl my wrist and watch the flogger's tails whip around with ease. “There’s something about touching it that makes me feel like a new man—a man discovering that he has superstrength and the power to both destroy and heal. Is that weird?”
Olivia shakes her head. “No. Thatisthe power you have, and that’s exactly what I want you to do. Destroy me with your superstrength, then heal me again so that I can come back stronger.”
Her words slither through my mind like a snake before wrapping itself around my heart. My eyes move from the flogger to Olivia’s beautiful face. “With pleasure.”
The first time I flick my wrist, the flogger tails whip out and crash against the center of Olivia’s chest, just barely missing the nipple clamps. She jolts from the sudden shock and lets out a lustful moan that wriggles into my mind like the song of a siren. My eyes bulge and my heart races as a new rush of excitement ignites like dynamite, blowing open my entire world. It was one flick of the wrist, and I already feel like I am undone. I barely feel human anymore. My entire world just unraveled and revealed to me that there has been a god beneath it all this entire time.
I swing the flogger again and it hits her stomach, and I notice every single quiver of the muscles around her bellybutton. They flinch and retract, then relax again, ready for my flogger’s delicious touch. My god. I can't fucking get enough.
I flog her again and let my head fall back as the sound of the tails smacking her skin makes me feel like I'm ascending to heaven. It’s a fucking beautiful sound that gives me goosebumps. I have never felt more alive than I do right now.
I flog her again, this time hitting the top of her right breast and making the clamp jiggle like Jell-O. She moans louder this time and my cock throbs as it stiffens to a degree I have never experienced in all of my twenty-seven years of life. I feel heat rush through my body like a fire backdraft, and my cock presses hard against the back of my zipper.
Everything is happening so fast and with so much intensity that I feel overwhelmed. I'm like an engine overheating and I have to strip myself before I pass out. I snatch off my shirt andtoss it onto the floor behind me. Beads of sweat have already taken form on my chest, and once my skin is free, they roll like snowballs downhill. It helps, but I need to do more. So I quickly unfasten my pants and push them down with my boxer briefs, stepping out of both and letting it all hang out. My cock stands at full attention, my thick vein throbbing like a pulsing heart.
Olivia’s eyes finally move from my face down to my stiff erection, and I see her bite her lip. I grip the flogger again and step close enough to her that the tip of my cock is pressed right up against her pussy. She quietly moans and tries to push her hips forward, but I pull away.
“You want it?” I ask rhetorically.
“Yes, Sir. It’s so fucking big,” she answers on an airy breath.
I smirk as I step back. “You haven't earned it yet, baby girl.”
Then I whip the flogger again. It shoots out, splashing against her skin and making her entire body jolt. Who needs electroshock play when you have a flogger? I hit her again and again, covering every inch, including a few hits on her clit, completely losing myself in the moment until my wrist aches from the new movement. By the time I've finished, Olivia’s tanned skin is covered in beautiful streaks of red. Her entire torso is a breathtaking display of art painted by my new favorite tool. I breathe heavily and look it over, proud of the work I've done and how perfectly it came out.
“I've never seen anything so beautiful,” I say, still out of breath. “Your body—every slash, every red blemish, every line—it’s the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”
Olivia pants as her head falls forward, nearly touching her chest. “Thank you, Sir.”
“No,” I reply. “Thankyou. You gave this to me. You opened my eyes to something I never knew I could see. I owe you everything, and I know there is no way I could ever go back now. I've given in, and it’s forever.”
Olivia swallows hard, but she doesn't say anything. I have no idea how my words may impact her, and I'm not speaking my truth for any other reason than my own need to say it, but I know how talking like this may make her feel. Her desire to stay far away from love isn't a secret, so I force myself to be quiet and let my actions speak for me.
I nod—not to Olivia but to myself, remembering the rules of our kinky little game as I stand up straight and walk over to an open chest on the floor that’s full of vibrators. There are so many different kinds that it’s almost hard to choose one, but I know a wand is popular for always getting the job done, so I grab a black one and walk back over to the X, where my submissive awaits.
Olivia’s eyes find mine once again, but I don't linger on her face. Instead, I focus on her clit. She has endured plenty of pain, satisfying the masochist in her, but now I want to focus on her pleasure. I leave the nipple clamps in place just to keep the intensity turned all the way up, then I flip the switch on the wand and smile at the roar of the motor. This is definitely not the kind of toy that is good for sneaking. This toy is made for getting results, and when I place it against her clit, I know I've made the right choice.
“Oh fuck,” Olivia exclaims, shedding her quiet voice for one that could combat a megaphone. The few times the flogger hit her clit has made it sensitive, and her body writhes against the restraints of the cross. “Oh my god. Sir … it’s really intense.”
“Good,” I say, pressing it against her harder. Then I kneel and push two fingers inside her pussy while leaving the wand in place.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” she bellows, throwing her head back. “Quinn … it’s too good. That’s so fucking good. Fuck me, I think I'm about to—”
I snatch my fingers out and pull the vibrator away, smirking as Olivia lets out a dissatisfied groan. She looks down on mewith pleading eyes that ask why I would do such a thing, but I'm already prepared to give her my answer without her having to say the words aloud.
“I don't want your cum on my fingers,” I say as I stand up and rub her wetness over my hard shaft. It smears like baby oil, coating my flesh. “I want it all over my cock.”
“Oh,” she says with a devilish grin. “Yes, Sir.”
I step forward and slowly slide my cock into Olivia’s soaking wet pussy, and both of us send moans of pleasure up to the ceiling like prayers to heaven. After a few pleasure-filled strokes, I place the wand back on her clit and keep it there as I fuck her. I start slowly, but as her moans grow in volume, I can't hold back. I start fucking her pussy fast and hard, relentless strokes working her from the inside while the wand performs magic on the outside. I have to bend my knees to hit the perfect angle, but I make it happen. In almost no time at all, Olivia squeezes her eyes shut and drops her head as tension grips all of the muscles in her body.
