Page 60 of Relentless Pursuit

“Yes.” Her gaze was glued to the crop.

“Don’t be afraid of this.” He held it out for her to see. “I’m not going to strike you to induce pain.” He circled her two times, stopping when he was behind her. “The purpose of this exercise is to give you extreme pleasure while I bring you to the edge.”

He drew his hand back and slapped her ass cheek with the soft leather. She jerked against the restraints, letting out a quiet gasp. When he did it again without warning, she reacted much the same way she had the first time.

“Give me a color.”

Please don’t say red.

* * *

Kayla pulledagainst the shackles when Julian’s crop came down on her backside. The first one shocked her, but after the initial sting wore off, she realized it wasn’t so bad. When the second one hit, a shiver coursed through her, burning from the inside. She found she liked the pain of his strap.

“Give me a color,” he said in a low, raspy voice. His authoritative tone shot straight between her thighs, willing her to do everything he asked.

“Green.” She didn’t hesitate. “I want more.”

“You surprise me.” He slapped her backside again before dragging the leather along her hip and to her stomach as he came around to face her. “I’m pleased.”

She yelped when he flicked his wrist and slapped the underside of her right breast.

“Startled, or am I hurting you?” He paced in front of her. “I need to know.”

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“Next time we try this, I’m going to blindfold you. You’ll have to rely solely on your senses to determine where I am and what I’m doing. It changes the game, but we can only try that if I can trust you’re being honest with me tonight.”

“I look forward to it.” She sucked in a breath when he trailed the crop between her breasts and to her stomach, hitting her softly just above her bellybutton. She dropped her head as he lowered it, running it along her panties that were now uncomfortably wet.

“Do you like my crop here?” He pushed the leather strap between her legs, gliding it along her slit.

“Yes.” She lifted her head and met his gaze. “Very much.”

“It’s time for these to go.” He twisted his fingers in the side of her panties, and with one swift yank he tore them from her, leaving her completely exposed to him. “That’s better.” He skimmed the crop over her mound. “Bare for me.”

She’d had a waxing appointment on Wednesday. She liked being smooth for him. It escalated the experience for her, and he was always pleased to see her that way.

Her breathing intensified as he quickly pulled his hand back and slapped her entrance with the strap.

“Spread your legs.” He swiped the leather on her inner thighs a few times before sliding the crop between her legs. “Would you like it here?”

She nodded.

“Beg for my crop on your pussy.” He continued to move the leather along her slit. “Let me hear you.”

“Please...” she moaned. “Hit me.”

“Like this?” He smacked her, hitting her clit, creating a delicious ache between her legs.

“Yes, again.” She needed more. “Please.”

He granted her request, alternating between slapping her pussy and her thighs in a perfect succession, never missing a beat. Closing her eyes, she focused on the sequence he created. Mound, thigh, slit, other thigh, and again and again. The slow building in her stomach spread lower, peaking, but not subsiding. With each contact, she thought she’d spiral out of control and climax, but instead she only became more aware of his control. He generated just enough pleasure for her to teeter on the edge of bliss, and with each maneuver of his wrist he pulled her back, leaving her needy and yearning for more.

“Julian,” she cried. “Please. I have to... I can’t...”

Inching toward her, he closed any space between them, his heated breath dusting along her lips. “Is this what you want?” Sailing his hand down her stomach, he cupped her sex in his palm. “For me to touch you like this? Fuck you with my fingers?”

“Ah hah...” She bit her lip when he circled his finger across her swollen clit.

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