Page 47 of Flog Me, Sir

“And what’s that?”

“What you need.”

I brushed my lips over hers. “My needs aren’t important.”

“They are to me.”

She stole my breath, and I fought off the pansy ass tears stinging at my eyes as I stared at her.

“I’m your adoring slave, Sir, and I want nothing more than to please you. Offer you my submission because you’re worthy, because I know you’ll give me what I desire.”

“And what’s that?” I asked, my heart so damn full I longed to drop to my knees and worship her for the rest of my goddamn life.

“Give me pleasure through pain,” she whispered.

I set her onto her feet and straightened, grasping to gain control over myself. “What kind of pain do you want, Lissa?”

“Flog me, Sir. Please.”

My dick swelled, effectively setting the head atop my body on straight. I laced my fingers through hers, leading her to the cross. Without a word, I took her cell phone and set it aside.

Lissa turned to face the cross and raised her arms without being told.

I strapped her wrists tight, checked to make sure her circulation wasn’t cut off, so much damn emotion lingering in my chest, I couldn’t keep from smiling. “Color?”

She turned her face to meet my gaze, a soft smile curving her lips upon seeing mine. “Green, Sir.”

I dropped to my knees and leaned in to place a chaste kiss to her lily-white ass. She sighed when I turned my focus on strapping her ankles.

“Remember to not lock your knees, Lissa,” I said, my voice stern even though I felt anything but a mighty Dom in that moment.

“I won’t, Sir.”

A shiver slid over her back, pebbling her arms, and not bothering to hold back my satisfied grin, I ripped off my t-shirt and strode to the peg wall, zoned in on my favorite flogger, the one I’d been wanting to take to her backside since meeting her. The leather handle felt right in my hand, as though it belonged there, and every memory of having wielded the toy before disappeared at the sight of Lissa waiting for me, spread eagle and bound for my pleasure.

Her pleasure—because it’s what I wanted.

I leaned in close, my breath on her ear while trailing the flogger down her outer thigh. “Are you sure this is what you want, Lissa?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Remember your safeword?”

“Red.”

“Use it if you need it.” I stepped back and let loose with a slash across her thighs.

Her head tipped back, her mouth open with a breathless cry, swelling satisfaction through me.

Another lash—and another—wetness trickled down her thighs, and I swallowed a rush of saliva as adrenaline sped through me.

“Lissa?”

“More,” she whispered, and I gave her what she craved, focusing on every ripple of her muscles. Every shiver over her skin. Every cry that turned to moans with subsequent lashes. She raised her ass, begging...eventually going silent except for soft moans from her downturned head.

“Garret...” she whispered my name as a plea, and I dropped the flogger, going to my knees, her red ass in front of my face.

I lapped at the wetness on her thighs before licking up through her ass crack and sliding two fingers inside her soaked pussy. She came around me with a deep groan, her body shuddering in the shackles, clanking them loudly in the stillness.

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