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Her blink came again, and she stared at him with a vacant expression. “Okay, Sir."
He smiled. “The ‘Sir’ is coming easier for you now. That's very good, Bella.” He raised the flogger and lightly tapped her thigh. No flinch. No squeak. No safe word. Not a surprise.
This woman had strength in spades, and if she allowed him the right, he'd prove it to her. Open her to new possibilities. How she could use the sensation of pain to give her extreme pleasures.
He tapped again, harder this time along the same thigh, and she groaned. Reaching forward, he pinched one of her wax-coated nipples; then he hit harder with the flogger. He lowered his hand and swirled her dampness along her clit before he pushed his finger through her heat.
She jerked against his touch and thrust her hips forward. Totally expected. He'd brought her to the very edge of her orgasm and had denied it. Now overwhelmed with foreign sensations to her with the wax and the flogger, her body responded.
"Holy fuuuccck!” she shouted.
Again, he dropped his hand. Instead of allowing her to climax, he raised the flogger and came at her with a steady stream of heavy thuds in a figure-eight pattern. Her loud shouts spoke to the uncomfortable nature of the hits since she wasn't used to the sensation. But she hadn't pulled her safe word, and pleasure shone in her gaze, making her eyelids hooded.
Lovely red coloration decorated her torso and thighs, and damn, she was a beautiful sight. Her eyes glazed over, not really seeing him. Not acceptable.
Continuing with flogging her, he reached up and pinched a wax-coated nipple hard. “Awareness, please."
Her gaze became alert, and after a couple blinks, her focus returned to him. “Ow,” she snapped. “Ouch."
Oh, the sass. How he adored it. The flogger wasn't what she objected to, but the hard pinch he issued. “Stay in the present, and you won't get pinched."
He increased his speed with the flogger as the color of her skin along her thighs and hips deepened. A beautiful shade of red that impressed the Dom in him. Her head was lowered as she vocalized the intensity he pushed upon her.
Here was the limit she'd drawn. If she were any other submissive, he'd push her past this moment, increase the pain when she thought she couldn't take more, but he kept at the same intensity to avoid overstepping her boundaries.
He didn't intend to end this scene. Not now. Not with the woman who had enthralled him from a moment's glance was under his command. She'd yield to him by night's end. Or fuck, he'd die trying.
Dropping the flogger to the ground, he pushed his fingers into her slick heat, pumped them within her hot folds, and her body shook violently.
"Oh God!” she screamed.
"Not a bad way to address me, sweetheart.” He gave a low chuckle, laced his fingers into her hair, and angled her head back. “Are you going to come, Bella?"
"Oh God, yes,” she gasped. He
r eyes were so deep and ravenous. “Oh God, Sir."
Holding her tight, unable to move from the binds around her extremities, and now her head captured in his hold, he lowered his voice. Here was her test. “Beg for it, Bella."
The pleasure widening her eyes faded. Her brow creased as if she fought herself. And that reaction didn't shock him. Asking that of her was pushing her to her very limits.
Bella had probably never begged for anything in her life. He suspected she'd think it a weakness. But here was his limit too. She either gave him total control, or he'd not touch her again, no matter that something existed between them. At her silence, he yanked his fingers from her pussy when her climax peaked. A whimper escaped her as she sagged against the binds. He dropped down, undid the rope on her feet, then tossed the rope aside.
Keeping a good hold of her, he unlatched her wrists from the pole. With her arms still bound at her back, he stepped in behind her, drawing her in close, and placed his arm across her middle. Damn, did her sexy body feel amazing against him. Little. Tight. Perfect.
He slid his hand over her curvy hip, reached her clit, and circled it with the pad of his finger. Quick movements that had her body quivering in need. He rolled, flicked, and pinched at the bundle of nerves.
Her deep sigh made his groin tighten further. He skimmed the hand around her middle, up to her chest where he tweaked a taut bud, and fondled her beautiful breast. Her answering moans implored him.
He pressed his lips against her shoulder, bit down on her soft skin, which earned him a loud gasp from her. She ground her pussy against his hand, and he smiled along her silky skin. Fuck, he enjoyed her.
Pushing hard against her clit, he rolled the bud beneath his fingertips until she panted. Keeping a hold on her, he leaned around her, slid his fingers through her soft, damp lips, and thrust inward.
Her wet pussy tightened around his fingers. Slowing his strokes, he used light touches to refuse her orgasm. Having no doubt that if he thrust in hard once, she'd erupt.
Her breath became ragged. Body visibly shook. Head remained bowed to the ground. “I can't keep doing this.” No voice had ever sounded so exhausted. “I don't want to stop you, but..."
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