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“Getting another toy for you.” Marc found what he was searching for, thankful he had taken these toys out of their packages before leaving the lodge.
“What’s that?”
She watched as he slipped the two loops over her ankles and up to her crotch. Attached in the middle of the loops was a soft, rectangular stimulator he nestled between her folds, right next to her puffy clit.
“You’ve never used a butterfly?”
“No.” But she had heard of them. Master Greg had wanted to use toys, but she had declined, just one of the things she denied him that had displeased him. Making sure the bands stretched tight enough over her hips to hold the little piece in place, he lifted her off his lap, smiling when she wobbled a little.
“What’s wrong, darlin’?”
“Nothing,” she denied, narrowing her eyes at him. With her ass stretched around the dildo and her sensitive clit teased by the press of the small rubber vibrator, her overly charged senses hummed with arousal, her orgasm having done little to curb her desire.
Taking her hand, he led her to a large tree, reached up and pulled down a chain with two attached cuffs. Lifting her hands, he wrapped the cuffs around her wrists with quick efficiency she remembered all too well, not giving her a chance to think before cupping her face in his wide palms and tipping her head up to his. His lips came down on hers in hard possession, kissing the tenseness from the taut stretch of her body as she leaned into him with a moan of surrender.
“Remember, use your safeword if you need to.”
Liquid heat filled her when she tested her bonds with a sharp tug, eliciting a drawing need that was almost overwhelming. “Yes, sir.”
With a nod and a smile, he went back to his bag and retrieved two more items. Seeing the blindfold and flogger, a frisson of fear accompanied the anticipation coursing through her overstimulated body. She shut her mind against the horrid memory of her last session with Master Greg that had ended with such excruciating pain. Master Marc was not Master Greg and a flogger wasn’t a thin, wieldy cane.
“Do you trust me, Cassie?”
Looking into his
serious eyes, she knew she did. It was only one reason she had risked everything to return to him. She had trusted him two years ago until she made the grave mistake of looking upon his actions as a betrayal. “Yes, yes, Marc, I do.” She omitted his title on purpose, letting him know she trusted him as a master but also as her friend and lover.
Marc kissed her brow. “Thank you. Today is for you.” Covering her eyes with the soft blindfold, he added, “All I want you to do is feel.”
He lowered his hands to caress her face, her lips, before stroking in slow exploration down her neck, over her breasts, squeezing her waist, her buttocks, and then running his fingers over her mound and between her legs with a gliding touch. When she pushed her hips forward, she heard his low chuckle and felt him step back.
Cassie jerked with the first stroke of the flogger, not from pain but from pleasure. The leather strands softly kissed her buttocks, the light stings from each rawhide strip quickly gone. Moving up her back, then down and over her butt and thighs, he teased her with a litany of soft, tantalizing strikes. Her breathing increased as anticipation rose along with the strength behind the strokes. Just as she got into the rhythm, let herself sway with each burning lash, he stopped, her curse escaping on a whimper.
“Master?”
“Oh, I like that, how my title fell so naturally from your lips,” Marc whispered in her ear from behind her. Reaching down, he flicked the vibrator in her ass and then the remote for the butterfly in his pocket. He had both settings set on low, but by her flushed face and soft moan, it was enough for now.
Swaying in her restraints to the rhythm of tiny pulses in her rectum and against her clit, her need for more ratcheted up with each burning lash. Her back, buttocks, and thighs tingled where the flogger struck her. The soft breeze caressed her skin and the warm, soothing touch of sunlight splashing her body lulled her into lethargy. She heard the twitter of birds singing, the rustle of leaves from the light breeze and Marc stepping back. When he struck this time, the thin leather strands landed with a much sharper sting, the sudden blistering pain rousing her with a yelp and jerk, tantalizing enough to have her swaying back for more. He struck fast and steady this time around, harder than before but not the unbearable strikes Master Greg gave her with a cane before being stopped by another dom after ignoring her safeword. She shoved that memory aside, refusing to let it intrude or mar this time with Marc.
Moving with slow, methodical expertise between her thighs and back, taking extra time to torment the globes of her butt, he had her writhing in her bonds, unsure whether she wanted to escape the brutal strikes or embrace them. As they intensified, so did her excitement, answering her own question. When he moved in front of her and switched back to light strokes against her sensitive breasts, her tormented cry startled even her.
Slight burning streaked across the fleshy mounds of her breasts with each carefully orchestrated snap of leather, the sharp nip on her nipple from the end of one strand sending her lust careening toward a cliff from which there would be no stopping the tumble over. Soft caresses of striking rawhide traversed down her stomach before the unexpected sharp blow on the tender, bare skin of her labia threw her headlong over that cliff, screaming in pleasure all the way down. Shaking, she rocked with the explosive climax as the intense sensations drove the breath from her body, then continued, alternating hard and soft strokes from the flogger along with the vibrations in her rectum and against her clit egging her on. Soon she couldn’t tell when one climax ended and another began, she just went with the flow, drowning in pleasure and awash in sensation.
Marc’s face swam into view when he removed the blindfold. Blinking, she took a moment to come to her senses as he lowered her arms and cuddled her against his hard body. The rapid beat of his heart beneath her ear matched her own frantic rhythm, the hard cock pressing against her stomach proof it wasn’t because of a climax, or two, but because of how much he needed to take her.
“You look beautiful with your pink striped skin and shining eyes.”
His compliment went straight to her unguarded heart, rendering her speechless. Before he noticed, she pulled back and released his cock, taking him in a tight grip, the seductive smile creasing his lean cheeks encouraging her to explore further. Fisting him with one hand, she cupped his balls with the other, rolling them in her palm. The stark hunger reflected in his penetrating eyes was more than she could stand, but before she could drop to her knees to take him in her mouth, he cursed, grabbed her arms, and turned her back toward the log.
“Bend over.” Marc winced with the way his harsh tone revealed his urgent need to get inside her. Witnessing her unbridled reaction to the flogging, the way her head arched back, sending her long red-gold hair flowing around her shoulders, her buttocks clenching around the vibrator and her hips thrusting with the pleasure, damn near made him come in his jeans. Her effect on him proved to be more than he ever envisioned, solidifying his growing feelings.
Trying not to think of anything but the moment, he sheathed himself in a condom, shoved her legs further apart, grabbed her hips, and thrust into her wet heat. Finding the remote to the butterfly, he flicked it on high and fucked her the way he had fantasized, rough and hard.
Cassie swallowed her disappointment when she felt his latex-covered cock. After allowing him to restrain and blindfold her in the middle of the wilderness, giving him her explicit trust with her safety and well-being, he still didn’t trust her enough to believe in her precautions. She longed to feel his bare cock filling her, teasing her walls with the hard ridges of his length, but he apparently wasn’t ready to take that step. His forceful shove drew a grunt from her pent-up breath and, condom or no, her sheath folded around him and clasped him in a tight grip of welcome and need.
Then the small pad nestled against her clit came on full force, stimulating her still sensitive nub with hard pulses, sending her straight into another orgasm. Her hands slipped off the log as the blood rushed to her head with no warning. Sliding an arm around her waist, he held her up as he pumped a few more times into her tight core before she felt him erupt inside her, his shout reverberating across the mountain top along with her cries.
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