Page 24 of Dark Rules

“Fuck! Sir!” she cried out, but the wiggle she did with her ass was one of tormented need. “More.”

“I thought so.” I brought the strap down again to make an X with the red welt that was already on her ass. Only slightly raised, the welt would soon itch, sting, and she’d want to scratch it. Over the vulnerable skin of her sex, she’d begin to feel a warmth that was beyond anything she could describe. I lashed at her again, almost exactly over the first mark, but a little further down.

Her body tensed, but she didn’t beg me to stop; she didn’t ask for more either. Hmm.

My hand soothed over the red marks, and I moved my mouth down to blow on her wet folds. A groan and a roll of her hips told me that was a welcome maneuver. I used my hand then and was rewarded when her pink skin turned red, the shape of my palm blooming on her ass.

“Again,” she’d asked, her voice almost strangled off by her need.

I slapped her bottom again, closer to the sweet pussy that peeked out from between her legs. “More?”

Her hips had jerked, but now they’d rolled again. I took that as a yes and smacked her bottom again. “Fuck.”

Her cry of pleasure almost broke me. I almost slid into her then, but I didn’t. Instead, I walked away. “I’ll be back.”

I’d brought a gift or two back with me from Kansas. A dildo and a small, short whip. It had six leather straps, the whip, and I knew she’d love their buttery soft texture. I’d put them in a carry-on bag and brought them in with me.

“Pet?” I called out to get her attention. She was still on her hands and knees, and now she turned to me, her eyes hungrier than I’d ever seen them before. “Are you ready for more?”

Emily

I was face down on the bed, my brain already in a place of calm arousal. When Dylan asked me if I was ready for what came next, I had to look back at him. From the way his eyes went wide for a second, I knew he was surprised at my response.

I didn’t do it on purpose, there wasn’t a plan of how to look feral but sexy in my repertoire, but I could feel intensity emanating from my eyes. My lips parted, ready to speak, ready to kiss, ready to suck. I felt a warmth in my cheeks, and knew my skin was flushed. I must look like I was ready for the fucking of my life or to eat him alive.

“I’m ready,” I’d told him, but now the intensity came from him. There was almost a fire in his eyes, a gray fire, but still, flames. I turned my face to the headboard and waited.

His fingers on my hips, a tickle as he moved his hands up to just above my ass. His nails dug in, and I gasped. It was pain, but it felt good too. The roughness of his touch excited me. I didn’t want to explore why. I just knew it did, and that was all that mattered.

“I have something for you, pet.” I heard the rustle of a bag and felt something like latex against my skin. What was it?

His fingers delved deep into me, and my hips jerked up. With a sigh, I let my head fall to the bed and enjoyed his attentions. But then he pulled his fingers away and something else nudged at my opening. It wasn’t his cock, this was the latex he’d laid against my knee. Was it a dildo?

When he’d pushed the instrument into me, when he’d opened me with the device, I tensed. What was it? What had he put into me? I’d wanted to ask, but the contract said I was his. So I obeyed. I’d let him invade me.

“Good girl.” He’s patted my bottom and then the bag rustled again. Something slid out, and I’d felt something hard but soft against my skin. When he’d pulled up and I felt long strands of buttery softness against my bottom, I knew it was a flogger of some kind.

That notion was verified when he dragged the leather strips across my back and then up to my face. It was a fawn-colored flogger made of soft suede leather; even the handle was covered in the soft material. The strips were only about six inches long, a little over a quarter-inch wide. Just right for a little introduction.

My heart beat even faster in my chest as I looked at the tool. He was going to use it on me. He was going to hit me with it. I’d felt my toes curl with anticipation, and my nipples went tight. I’d accepted the part of me that grew excited over this. I didn’t question it anymore; I’d just looked up at Dylan with a very happy smile.

“For me, sir?” I’d asked, and he’d nodded.

“Only you, Stephanie. Lie down now with your arms and legs out.” He’d pushed his palm flat against my back and pressed down.

I did as instructed and turned my head away from him. Not because I didn’t want to watch as he used the flogger on me, but because I wanted to anticipate it. I wanted it to be a surprise. I’d heard him move around, felt it as he adjusted the latex inside of me, and then he’d moved to the side of the bed again.

His finger dragged a line down my back, and I wiggled a little, just enough to let him know I was growing impatient. “Are you going to use it on me, sir?”

“When I’m ready to. When I think you’re ready, pet.” A moment longer and my breathing had started to calm down. I was about to give up hope that he’d use the flogger, that he’d take me to that place so many had talked about in blogs on the subject, and was about to beg him to do it when I felt the first blow.

It was gentle, just a swish of the leather over my back. Then it’d moved down to the small of my back. The next strike came at the top of my buttocks. My hips lifted to receive the blow, to ask for more. “More, sir.”

I’d wanted it harder, faster.

He’d hummed, and then the next strike came. This one had more sting to it, and he’d followed it with another right after. This one stung even more, and my fingers gripped into the duvet. “More.”

“I want you to spread your legs wider.” His order was perfunctory, and I did as he asked. I felt the bed dip and then he was at my feet. Close enough that he could reach me, though.