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The riding crop came down softly at first; it tapped on her thighs, danced across her sopping mound. Gasps born of desperate desire came from her lungs, she writhed below those light strokes, wanting more—needing it.
The crop came down harder. It left a thin stinging pain in its wake. Her thigh ached in misery and her fingers curled, her nails digging into her palms as she struggled to hold her safe word behind her lips. She was not ready to stop although her mind insisted she was.
How much of his delicious torment could she bear? She did not know but the riding crop rustled as it hit the floor. Her body strained upward as she sought to listen to his footsteps as he once again approached the wall where the implements hung.
There was a soft rattle. What was he bringing back? The whip? One of the heavy leather floggers? Would it hurt? Her nipples pointed at the ceiling, the pointed peaks trembling as a light touch ran across them. She knew it was leather tantalizing her body, but what that leather had been fashioned into was anyone’s guess.
The flogger, she recognized it for what it was when the tips of it brushed against her nipples. They ran over the hardened buds, flicked and danced but never hurt. His teeth came back, biting and nipping at her neck and aureole.
The flogger slapped down, it was heavy and made a thud that caused her flesh to shrink in response even as her body arched higher to receive more. She lost count of how many times he let it hit her, it struck her legs and belly softly, her outstretched arms and even her mound. None of the blows ever grew harder but they nevertheless made her ache.
She ached with need, not pain. Every cell in her body cried out for his. She needed him inside of her, wanted to feel him. Her moans had grown weak and thin as she drifted farther away on a haze of lust and wanting.
His body lay above hers and he entered her. He thrust into her, hard and fast. He fucked her roughly while his tongue slid into her mouth and he gave her a kiss so demanding that she sobbed aloud in a mixture of breathless wonder and yearning.
His cock filled her, stretched her walls and sent more juices running down her ass crack. She felt him come and she cried out, straining to reach that elusive height herself as his seed flooded into her but he withdrew, leaving her spread open, empty and nearly insane with the need to come.
Connor was feeling merciful it seemed. He pressed one finger to her clit and began to circle it. Sandra’s body shuddered and then she screamed as the first ball popped out of her ass. The long chain unfurled with each ball that left her.
Her body shook as she was wracked with pleasure. “Oh God,” she groaned as sweat rolled down her body. The chains that the cuffs were attached to swung wildly as she sought relief and when she found it, it swept over her in an intense and violent wave that left her coming time after time.
“Come home to me sweetie,” Connor whispered in her ear as his body pressed hers deeper into the mattress. His voice pulled her back from the unbearable precipice of pleasure, soothed her as his hands did as they stroked her soft hair.
Sandra wanted to cling to him but she was bound still and unable to do so. Her body shook helplessly and involuntarily as the last few aftershocks rolled through her. He released her ankles and wrists then pulled the blindfold away. She blinked at him, her eyes slit tightly against the dazzle of the overhead lights.
When she spoke, her voice was groggy and hoarse. “That was quite interesting.”
His body shook with laughter as he curled her body into the hollow below his arm. “Interesting is hardly the word I would have used.”
“It is the only one I can summon at the moment.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It is,” she snuggled into him, her nose pressed into his neck. She could smell a faint tang of perspiration below the faded scent of the seawater and his cologne.
“Could you learn to love it here?”
Her heartbeat quickened. “I do love it here.”
He brushed kisses across her forehead and down her neck. Then he kissed her eyes and cheeks, dribbled kisses across her eyebrows, making her giggle. “Then stay.”
**
The weather had warmed again. The spring brought thaws to the campus and water ran off the roofs of the high buildings. Connor swore as a long stream of filthy melt ran down the collar of his light jacket and down his exposed neck.
To make matters worse, one of the icicles that had broken off from the roof of his on-campus house had nearly killed him just a few minutes earlier, his face still bore a faint scratch from that close call. His mood was foul to say the least as he stormed into his classroom and faced the pale-faced students who sat at their desks.
He felt as grumpy and bored as they looked as he launched into a discussion of fiction writing in the modern age—after about ten minutes he lapsed into silence, stared out the windows at the sunny day and said, “Let’s go outside. I cannot stand a single minute more in this room.”
The students exchanged startled glances but grabbed their books. It seemed they were all suffering from a malaise as well. Spring fever often hit campuses and when they went outside Connor headed for the lake, walking in long strides, his hands shoved into his pockets, his head up and the students straggling behind him.
Looking out of her classroom window Sandra saw him and paused. Whimsy struck her; Connor looked like some kind of odd Pied Piper. She had the craziest urge to whistle a tune down at him but since she knew the reason for his irritation, she decided it would be wiser to remain silent and allow him to walk off the frustration, literally.
She turned her attention back to her students, none of whom looked very impressed with the task she had set them for the week. Most of them were buried behind their laptops and tablets or staring down at their desks to avoid her eyes.
She did not blame them. Spring brought a restlessness coupled with tough tests and the longing for warmer weather and the parties and excitement to be had in those months. The dripping of water and the endless slush that heralded the arrival of warmer weather often made her feel both depressed and invigorated and she had no doubt that was the same thing her students felt at the moment. No wonder Connor had taken his students outside.
She was keyed up and nervous as well, though the weather was playing only a part. There was a much larger reason.
