Page 43 of Dance for Me

To her bafflement, a laughing squeak erupted out of her as Braun moved to grab her ankles. The wicked smile gracing his mouth told her he wasn’t really angry with her, and that unlocked her legs. Slowly, she slipped them off the sides of the table, gripping the edges with her calves and hooking her feet under.

“Testing me only prolongs the punishment, Bodie. Legs down and show me that pussy.”

Uh oh, I’m in trouble now. Bodie moaned under her breath, watching Braun flick open the buttons on his shirt cuffs. He took his time rolling up each sleeve meticulously, exposing thickly muscled forearms covered in a shadow of dark hair over lightly tanned skin.

She had a sudden impulse to nibble.

As he shoved the second rolled sleeve over his elbow, her limbs went limp. Her legs swung completely down, opening her most private place to his gaze, and her breath stalled when a predatory expression crossed his features. She stuttered his name, freezing in place when his hands curled around her thighs and hauled her bottom to the very edge of the table. “Sir?”

“Actions have consequences, little one. We’ve discussed this.” Braun picked up the cotton flogger and dropped it back on the metal table, selecting a different one. One with a pretty red handle flanked with knots at either end and a short fall of darker fronds. He smacked it down on his palm, grinned at the impact. “Ten, I think.”

“But I did as you asked, Sir.”

One sleek brow arched in question. “Did you, little one? I want you to think about that. Did you, or did you not, argue with me when I told you show me my pussy?” The heavy strands of the flogger snapped down over her mound with a quick sting.

She moaned. “Y-Yes, Sir.”

“Mmm-hmmm.” Another fast flick struck, lifting her hips. “Did you open your legs to me when I asked, little one?” And again. “Or did you tease me?” And another, this one licking over a spot which tingled and elicited an answering rush of wetness.

“I...I teased you, Sir.” Holy hell, he was killing her. “I’m sorry!”

“That’s a nice apology, Boadicea. We’ll work on that in just a few strokes. The thing about Doms, little one, is that we love control.” Snap, sting. “We love making subbies squirm.” Snap, motherfucking sting. The strikes were getting harder in fractions. “But we love knowing our subs trust us enough to submit. I don’t mind teasing, Bodie, but not when I’ve ordered you to do something.”

“I’m sorry, Sir, I really am. I promise I won’t do it again—oh!” She howled as a hard sting detonated over sensitive flesh, scattering like shrapnel along her nervous system. “No, please...Braun, Master Braun, I—fuck!” A second hit directly on top of the other. Something terrible built inside her, a raging cyclone of unfamiliar impulses. “I can’t...don’t, please don’t, I swear I won’t ever—”

Three times lucky, the flogger cracked down on the exact same spot, leaving her flailing on the edge of a hellish unknown. Her hips bucked and jerked, seeking relief from the hot, vicious pulse between her legs.

Braun moved in for the kill, crouching between her kicking limbs and hooking them over his broad shoulders. Her hands fought the cuffs, yanking at the chains until sweat covered every inch of her, sticking her to the leather beneath her exhausted body.

The scream he ripped from her was high and desperate, trailing off into nonsensical babbling as his fingers parted swollen flesh and his tongue plunged into wet, slick heat. Licking, lapping, flicking over the hidden bundle of nerves aroused by the heavy tresses of the flogger.

She couldn’t keep still, couldn’t push him away. Couldn’t put an end to the torture as the cyclone whipped her into a frenzy fed by tongue and teeth. Sobbing, she writhed and twisted, unable to deter her Master from taking everything—down to the last breath in her lungs.

“Don’t fight me on this, little one. Be my clever girl now and come.”

Her head thrashed from side to side. The world turned upside down beneath her, spinning her around and around. Pressure pushed against her sex, slipped inside her, stretched open the tightness in a slow, steady thrust.

Touched a spot inside her and sent her reeling.

Life as she knew it splintered and fractured on a keening cry. Wave after wave of throbbing pleasure engulfed her, lifting her high and tossing her into the chaos of the storm. Left her drifting in the aftermath.

When she plummeted from the stratosphere, dazed and limp, Braun waited for her.

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