Page 77 of Erotic Behavior (Observant Behaviors)

“Three.Four.”

Her voice was like music to my ears as I peppered her backside and upper thighs with my paddle.Finally, once I was satisfied with the redness I had caused, I put the paddle down and pressed my body up against hers, reaching around with one hand on her belly, pulling her to me.

“Very good, little girl,” I whispered into her ear as her knees buckled and I held her tightly.

“Tell me your number.”

“One,” she whispered as my hands moved up her, pinching her nipples through the black lace bra that contained them.

“Very good.”

I ran my hands over her body and sucked at her neck, providing her the positive reassurance that I knew she needed before reaching up and undoing her restraints.Once I had her free, I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bench.Raven’s lips caught mine before I put her on her feet and my tongue danced with hers as she moaned in pleasure while I removed her bra.She was flushed when I pulled away and her makeup still smeared on her beautiful face.The need in her eyes was apparent.I helped her onto the red leather bench that was in front of the viewing windows and secured her hands when she reached forward.Raven had turned her head to the window, looking at the audience who had gathered to see our scene.There were a handful of people there when we began, but now, from the looks of it, the crowd had doubled in size.It wasn’t often I played in the club, so I knew there was a certain level of curiosity, but with the addition of Raven, it seemed no one had stayed away tonight.

I reached for the flogger she had chosen the night before and held it briefly in front of her gaze.She gave me a small smile.I stepped back and began to softly run the cat tails over her shoulders to warm her up to the feel of it.I watched as she tensed at the first strokes of the leather and continued to work my way over her back and down her backside until she finally relaxed into the feel of the steady, rhythmic motion.My body moved with the flogger, and I began rocking back and forth, pulling the toy further away from her more and more each time until the fall of the cat tails became a little more steady and a whole lot more painful.

I had only one flogger tonight, so I needed to make it worth it.My steady rotations of two could accomplish a lot in a short period of time, but landing strikes where Raven needed them was the only thing I focused on.My swings became larger, and I allowed it to brush my sides as my swing came up and then I increased the speed of the downfall.

Raven moaned and shifted her body forward with each impact until eventually she let out a cry of pain.I looked up and caught the smile on her face in the window’s reflection, which only egged me on further.She cried out again when the next swing hit, and once more as I allowed it to wrap around her thigh.We continued like this for longer than I had planned and I didn’t begin bringing her down from the high until the red marks on her back side looked angry and began to swell.

“Little one, what is your number?”

“Two, sir.”

My swings never stopped, but the intensity did.I slowed my motions until I was back to the soft, gentle feel of leather running over her beautifully reddened skin.Raven closed her eyes and let out a soft contented sigh when I stepped up behind her and replaced the touch of my flogger with that of my hand.

“I’m still here, baby.I’m with you.”

A smile came over her face as I placed the flogger back on the rack and returned my focus to Raven.

I leaned over her body and ran my hands softly over her backside while placing kisses up her back.My hands ran up her sides and down her arms until I reached where I had buckled her in and unhooked each of them.

“You’ve done very well, but we aren’t finished.”

I held a hand out and helped her to her feet.Once she was steady, we moved to the bed in the middle of the room.One of the many things I loved about my staff is the attention to detail.I had laid out exactly what I wanted, and it was perfect.On the table next to the bed, there were multiple implements of the best kind of torture.All were black silicone vibrators of varying sizes and couldn’t wait to see how far I could push my little girl.

I had told her before we were just beginning, now the end was near but I wouldn’t let her have it.No matter how badly she begged… and beg she would.

Edging

Raven

ThelookinBeckett’seye made me wonder if I had made a mistake asking for edging.The second I lay on the bed, I noticed the toys on the table and his face lit up.His excitement had definitely exceeded my own, but I was still wanting all of this.The silk sheets felt scratchy on my backside, but I stretched my arms over my head, preparing myself for what I imagined would come next.Beckett leaned over me, placing a gentle kiss on my lips, then my neck and down my chest until his teeth grazed my nipple right before I felt him bite down.My back arched, and I hissed in pain, but I needed more, so much more.

My hands came up, and I held him to me only to hear him growl his displeasure in my need to force him into more.

“No hands,” he said as he pulled away from me and his large hand clasped around my wrists, pressing them into the bed above me, “Do I need to restrain you again?”

“Yes, sir.”

Beckett reached up and, with a few flips of a rope, secured my wrists to each other and then tied me to the ring at the top of the headboard.I pulled at it, wanting to be free but also knowing I needed the control that Beckett held over me.His lips came back to my lips, and I closed my eyes, allowing the feel of him to distract me from everyone watching us.When I had no choice but to see them, my body felt charged.I was proud of who we were and what he showed them.The look on their faces were those of pleasure, envy and desire and it helped me in ways I couldn’t have described if someone asked me to.But right now, in this moment, I wanted nothing more than the attention of the man I loved.

I felt it before I heard it.In the moments I spent reveling in Beckett’s attention, he was planning his next move.The toy slipped between my thighs and hit my clit before I even knew what happened.I felt the burn of the rope on my wrists as I pulled against my restraints and the pain only increased the overall pleasure.I cried out and pressed my thighs together, bucking my hips upward, trying my hardest to get the awful toy away from my pulsing clit.

“Careful little one,” Beckett growled, “You may not come until I allow it.”

The shout that came from me was animalistic.

“If you aren’t careful and don’t control yourself, then the punishment will be worse than you can imagine.I promise you that.”

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