Page 56 of Burn With Me

She lifted her ass up off the mattress, and I leaned forward between her legs and savored the heated look I got in response. Grabbing her lace panties in both hands, I pulled hard. The material ripped in two, the sound of tearing loud in the otherwise quiet room. Vi gasped, her mouth falling open as I held up the two pieces and tossed them aside.

“You can lay back down now,” I said and ran the tips of my fingers over the tops of her feet. She jumped as I took hold of her legs.

“Are you scared?”

“No.”

“Then relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

She took a deep breath, and I watched her chest rise and fall as she forced herself to settle. My eyes focused on every inch of her body as I studied her. Her nipples were hard little peaks. I could feel her muscles quiver and her legs shift slightly as the tenseness eased. Only when you paid attention did you realize that our bodies speak, and she was talking to me now.

Picking up the flogger, I once more began to trail it along her body. Goosebumps rose everywhere the cool leather touched.

“Close your eyes,” I ordered, and it took her a few extra seconds, but she allowed her eyes to flutter closed. “Good girl.”

This time when I raised the flogger above my head and brought it down, she flinched but didn’t jerk. Soft sweep, hard thud, my wrist worked. I went only as long as it took to make her pant hard, her mouth hanging open as her pulse raced.

“You can open your eyes,” I said and was impressed that she’d kept them closed the entire time. Laying the flogger aside, I unlatched her ankles from the cuffs and then slowly pushed her feet up until the soles touched, and she splayed her knees like a butterfly.

“Good girl, my Firebug,” I said. “This is much better.” I took a moment to admire how sexy she was and how my little warm-up had her dripping and ready for what was to come next. A surge of pleasure raced through my system at the sight. “Keep your feet like that.”

Retrieving my flogger once more, I purposely dipped the tails between her legs, but this time I began a hard rhythmic flick of my wrist. The leather tails beat against her swollen and sensitive pussy like a drum.

“Oh my god,” Vi mumbled and arched off the bed as I repeated the movement over and over. She shook with each gentle thud that I knew would seem almost painful with how sensitive her body had become.

I stood at the side of the bed and felt like an orchestra conductor. It took care, time, and hours of study to watch another human closely enough to become so in tune with their body that her sighs became my own. I knew exactly when to add the next phase of the play and how much Vi could take before she needed a break. Vi had become the instrument, her body playing the melody while I was the one that knew exactly what strings to pluck.

I let the flogger rest against her mound while I ran my hand over her nipples. Each bud got the same attention before I steadily added pressure to the one closest to me. Vi arched off the bed, pressing her breast and the nipple harder into my hand, but I refused to increase the pressure. I knew that before too long, that beautifully hardened peak of nerves was going to begin throbbing and aching in a way that would drive her crazy. Giving the flogger a quick flick with my wrist, Vi cried out as the leather landed against her pussy.

“Do you like that, Firebug?”

Vi nodded, but I wanted to hear it. “Say the word.”

“Yes,” she panted.

“Good girl.”

I became the metronome her body needed as I picked an even rhythm with the flogger and switched between a gentle caress or a squeeze of her nipples. I swirled the long tails between her legs, and her muscles relaxed, allowing her knees to almost touch the bed as she silently begged for more.

“Does this hurt,” I asked.

It was an evil question because I knew it didn’t. Her body was so sensitive by now that every little touch would feel excruciating in the best way possible, which only served to confuse her mind further.

“The pressure in my body is almost unbearable,” she said, making me feel warm inside. My cock ached, and I wondered if I’d come just from watching her writhe on the bed in pleasure. It was a drug to my system that I craved, but with Vi, the sensation was already so much stronger that it was taking me by surprise. I needed to take a few steadying breaths to continue my work. Vi cried out, almost a growl, as I continued to swirl the flogger on her clit and tease her nipples.

I smiled down at her as her eyes begged me to let her come.

“Easy, Firebug,” I said and stepped away from her body to let her breathe.

Vi moaned, the sound so small it was like a whimper. It was time for the next phase. Laying the toy aside, I picked up a blindfold and held it up for her to see what it was.

“Lift your head.”

She didn’t hesitate this time to do what I asked, which made me smile. It wasn’t just that she obeyed. No, it was the fact that she trusted me enough to take away one of her senses. We were protective of our senses whether we realized it or not. It took a great deal of courage and trust to be blindfolded.

As soon as the black blindfold was tied into place, her muscles tensed with the sudden darkness.

“Don’t move, Vi. I’m watching you,” I said softly, right near her ear. She gasped, her arms tensing for a moment against the restraints. “You’re such a good girl, Firebug.”