Page 19 of Temptation

“Green, Sir.” The words popped out without her thinking. She didn’t have the wherewithal to think right now. Thinking was for people who weren’t a puddle of sexual need. She didn’t want to think, she wanted to feel, to fuck.

“Good. Let’s get you strung up so I can flog you.”

Juliet whimpered. Not because she didn’t want to be flogged, but because she wanted it so badly her skin actually tingled at the mention of it, and at the same time she knew flogging would make her wait for her orgasm longer. She wanted to be fucked.

But she wasn’t the one in charge.

And Orlando wanted to flog her.

When he moved his arm to take her hand and lead her over to the St. Andrew’s cross, she went obediently. The plug shifted with every step inside her, the feeling of fullness giving her a slightly awkward gait, but she didn’t feel anything other than arousal, even when she saw Orlando watching her. She knew he was watching because he liked how it looked.

The massive erection pressing against the front of his pants made that pretty damn clear. As did the way his gaze swept over her, covetous and desirous all at the same time. She loved the way he looked at her. It made her feel like a queen, even if she was currently a waddling queen.

“Arms up.”

Juliet sighed with relief as he secured her wrists in place, leaning her weight against the cross for support. Now it didn’t matter how shaky her legs were. The cuffs he was using had grips she could hold onto to give her body even more support. She leaned her head against it too, closing her eyes and practically humming with sensual satisfaction at the sensations rippling through her body. She was aching, full, empty, throbbing, and acutely uncomfortable… and happier than she’d been in months.

Soft hair brushed over her shoulders as Orlando twisted it up around her ponytail holder, getting it out of his way. Somehow, it didn’t surprise her when he didn’t need to ask for a pin to secure it in place. Doms were often like boy scouts — their motto was ‘be prepared.’

She’d somehow managed to forget what she was missing when she’d cut herself off from kink and now her body was wallowing in it—and loving every second.

The first thudding falls of the leather flogger against her skin made her moan, her shoulders rolling forward and back again as the sensation shivered over her. It was a nice, thuddy flogger, the sensations going deeper under her skin than a more lightweight stingy one would. Just the way she liked it. It hurt but it didn’t, like a deep tissue massage, except that instead of moving down her back, the strands went from her shoulders to her ass and then back up again.

Her bottom clenched around the plug as the leather strands flicked over her cheeks, and she moaned again, clinging to the St. Andrew’s cross as Orlando began to work her over.

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Orlando

The sound of Juliet’s moans as he looped the flogger around, the knotted leather thudding against her skin, made Orlando’s cock ache with sharp need. When he paused to check on her, he pressed his hand against the bulge, trying to ease some of the pressure. He was giving himself the worst case of blue balls.

If he’d been thinking straight, he would have had her mouth before he’d gotten her on the cross, because by the time he got inside her he wasn’t going to have much restraint left.

He brought the flogger up and down on her skin, turning it darker, the medium brown transitioning to a mahogany as the flogger moved over it. His cock throbbed in time with the fall of the leather.

Every eight or ten strokes, he stepped forward to run his hand over her skin, enjoying her sighs as he touched the sensitized areas, making sure she was still okay. Catching a glimpse of her dreamy smile, he couldn’t help but grin. She was enjoying herself. She sure as hell wasn’t thinking ofLondonright now.

Giving her ass a hard little smack, he grinned even wider as she moaned, thrusting her hips out for more as her flesh jiggled enticingly. Fuck he wanted to be pounding into her from behind, watching her ass ripple with each thrust…

Not yet though.

He knew he wasn’t going to last long once he got inside her, which meant he needed everything before that to make a long-lasting impression.

“Let’s get you turned around, little rose. I want to flog your front.”

She whimpered a little as he moved her, her heated back and buttocks pressing against the hard wood of the cross. With her arms up and restrained by the leather cuffs as she faced outwards, her breasts were thrust forward, like they were begging for punishment. Orlando knelt to restrain her ankles this time as well, because he wanted access to the sensitive skin on her inner thighs as well as her pussy.

Now she was completely open and spread for his pleasure, the parts of her that he’d already flogged were pressing into the hard wood, stimulating her in other ways.

“If I wasn’t going to flog you, I’d be decorating these pretty little beauties,” he said, giving her brown nipples a pinch each, squeezing them tightly between his forefinger and thumb and flattening them out until she moaned. The wood of the cross creaked as she squirmed against it, unable to move because of how she was bound.

Heat flared in her eyes, and he knew she liked the idea as much as she liked the pain but he didn’t want to risk catching any of the flogger’s strands tangling with the clamps. Besides, this way the leather would be able to sting the sensitive buds as well —which would be even more sensitive now that he’d toyed with them a bit.

With that thought, he leaned in to claim her mouth for a kiss, still pinching and pulling her nipples so that she cried out against his lips. He thrust his tongue against hers, muffling the noise, twisting her nipples hard while he kissed her. She whimpered and the wood creaked again as she tried to move, only to be brought up hard by the restraints.

Lifting his head, Orlando cruelly crushed her nipples completely, watching the change in her expression as he did so, enjoying the tears that sprang to her eyes as she panted for breath, working her way through the pain for him.

“Good girl,” he said, giving her nipples a last little twist before releasing them. Her tongue flicked out over her lower lip, the hot need in her eyes begging him to fuck her… but he wasn’t done tormenting her yet.

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