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He continued to study her as she picked up the clamps and put them in place. She winced and moaned softly. Other than a scream, he couldn’t imagine a more appealing sound. “Wait.”
She stayed where she was, and he fisted the chain and tugged up, forcing her onto tiptoes.
Kelsey rewarded him with a small, satisfying yelp.
“You are so damn sexy.”
“Thank you, Nathan.”
After he released her, she followed his instructions and went toward the spanking bench.
“Climb up,” he said. “Lie on your stomach. Your elbows and knees go on the rails.”
It took her several seconds to get herself situated, and she gingerly moved her upper body a few times as she flattened her breasts and clamps against the surface. Her ass was prominently displayed, and he saw the hilt of the butt plug.
Damn. “Such a beautiful picture.” He walked around her, trailing his fingers down her spine to soothe her. “Comfortable?”
“Not in the least, Sir.”
“Good.” He checked to ensure her position didn’t put undue stress on any part of her body. Then he fastened her ankles into place. “I can’t stop thinking about your world-class ass, Kelsey.” He pinched the fleshy part of one of her buttocks. “And these dimples…?” He pressed a fingertip into the small indentations near the base of her spine. “Fucking hot.”
She squirmed, and he put a hand between her shoulders to keep her still.
He checked her position and decided she’d be able to move too much. “Stretch out a little more,” he told her. He moved the wrist cuffs down to another O-ring then secured her in place.
Kelsey tested the bonds, and they held her firm.
“Much better.” And the position had the added benefit of thrusting her ass just a little higher in the air.
She cocked her head to look at him, and he brushed her hair back from her face.
“How many times should I use the flogger on you?”
“I’ve never felt it before, so I don’t know how bad it will hurt.”
“Some night, we’ll do it for fifteen minutes or more, half an hour, maybe.”
Her eyes went wide. “That’s not possible.”
“On the contrary. Depending how hard the hits are and where I place them, it’s an achievable feat.”
“There are certain events I’m not planning to get a medal in, Mr. Donovan. I’ll settle for a participation ribbon.”
Ms. Kelsey Lane sounded so prim and proper that he grinned. “Standing is a better position for a real flogging, and you’ll get that at the club, either on the Punishment Pole or St. Andrew’s cross. This is going to be more sensual than anything.”
She pressed her lips together.
“I’m waiting for an answer,” he reminded her.
“Two dozen? Is that a lot?”
“Quadruple that.”
“You’ve lost your mind, Sir.”
In response, he trailed the leather throngs down her back, and little goosebumps danced across her arms.
He gave her a couple of sensual hits, and her body remained stiff. He did a couple more.
“I might like that.” Her hips swayed from side to side.
“Give me your number?” He continued to caress her with the flogger, warming up her body.
“Four dozen.”
“Six,” he countered.
“Five,” she said.
Brave girl. He’d been willing to settle for three, not that he’d ever tell her that.
He played with her butt plug, mostly to catch her off guard. He gave it a couple of quick twists, making her clench her buttocks.
“That thing makes me feel so full,” she said.
“It will be more so when my cock is in your cunt.” He rubbed her body all over until he saw her sink deeper into the upholstery. “That’s it. Let it take your weight.”
She rested her cheek against the vinyl.
“Excellent.” He began to work the flogger back and forth over her thighs and buttocks, then with much less force over her back and shoulders.
When he got to the first dozen, he saw her unfurl a finger from her fist.
“How are you doing?”
“This feels…”
He continued to flog her.
After the second dozen, she unfurled another finger.
“Feels?” he prompted.
“Stingy.” She turned her head to the other side. “I had no idea.” She sighed deeply, extending a third finger and letting her body become even more pliant.
Now that she was ready, he increased the force of the flogging, landing each hit with more force, moving her body around.
“My God…” She added a fourth finger, and she moved her hips, silently seeking more.
Her body was pink, glowing, and she began to thrash her head, making a mess of her hair. Though he often separated BDSM from sex, his dick was hard, throbbing, insistent. He’d never had this kind of reaction to a woman, never wanted to spend this much time together. Being with her at work was powerful, but nowhere close to enough. “Where are we?” he asked.
