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She jumped when Martin brought the leather down on her palm. It didn’t hurt, she just wasn’t expecting it.
“A reminder that I will use this for chastisement today if you break my rules.” Martin put the crop back on the table. “I’m hoping this session is about pleasure, but in my experience, you are far too new and there will be mistakes.”
Not if I can help it.She closed her hand.
“Julian.” Martin stepped aside. “Please bind your submissive to the St. Andrew’s Cross.”
When Julian moved closer, she concentrated on his toes. “Give me a color,” he said.
“Green.”
“That’s my girl,” he whispered.
The sound of his voice rid her of any lingering anxiety. When he was close, she was brave. He nudged her toward the cross, until the polished wood pressed into the small of her back. Dropping to his knees, he spread her legs, cuffing them to the bottom of the ornate piece of wood. He carefully secured her feet before skimming his hands along her stomach as he stood to face her. Taking her right hand in his, he placed a soft kiss on her wrist before inserting it into the shackle and binding it to the wood. He repeated his action with her left hand. This time, when he kissed her wrist, she stared into his reassuring eyes and took a calming breath. The frown on his face alerted her to her mistake. He didn’t say anything as she quickly diverted her gaze back to the floor. Maybe Martin wouldn’t notice.
When she caught his arm out of the corner of her eyes reaching for the crop, she knew he had. Would Julian intervene?
“I’m going to use the flogger,” Martin said. “But first, we need to deal with your disobedience.”
Kayla didn’t dare meet his gaze as he moved close to her, running the crop along her throat. Her heart raced with anxiety. So much for Julian’s calming presence.
“I gave you fair warning.” Martin drew the leather between her breasts. “This is a new experience for you, but if I allow you to ignore my commands, you’ll never learn to submit.” Slipping his hand behind her back, he moved her forward, creating a gap between her and the cross. Drawing the crop away from her, he flicked his wrist and slapped her backside hard enough for it to sting. “Why am I hitting you?”
“Because I looked into Julian’s eyes.”
“Don’t do it again or I’ll hit you twice next time.” He put the crop back on the table. “Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, um...” She couldn’t focus. Her mind moved in various directions. “S-sir.”
“Do you want to continue?” Martin asked.
“Green.” There was no way she would give up that easily.
“I realize a blindfold would be more effective for you, but this method will help you learn to follow commands.” He took the flogger from the table, gripping it in his palm. “This won’t hurt.” When he swept it across her hips, she sucked in her stomach, biting back a smile. “Ticklish?”
She nodded.
“Concentrate on the sensation of the suede.” He widened his stance and, with one swift move, he lightly hit the side of her breast. “Your Dominant tells me you explored with this once, but only to introduce you to the feel.” He flogged her in the same spot again. Her skin tingled from the contact. “It won’t get much harder than this today. When you’re ready, your Dominant will increase the pressure, but he will do that to your back, where it’s safe.”
She kept her head low, concentrating on not meeting his gaze. Brushing the flogger in a downward motion, he skimmed it along her stomach. The tips of the suede danced over the thin material of her panties. Martin stepped closer, invading her space as he pressed the hard handle into her slit. She inhaled harshly, trying not to make eye contact with him, but he was so close and doing something so intimate.
“You want to look into my eyes, don’t you?”
Her nipples tightened when he rubbed the leather handle along her crotch.
“Will your curiosity get the better of you?”
She shook her head as he moved his hand back and forth. She wouldn’t fail.
“I admire your tenacity.” He withdrew the flogger from between her legs. When he slid it along her stomach and to her breasts, her breathing became more erratic. “Your body is demanding release.” When he spoke the warmth of his breath caressed her neck. “Your skin is flush with desire.” He dropped the flogger to the floor, giving her an object to focus on while his smooth voice tormented her. “There’s a cool sheen of sweat covering your neck. If I pressed my hand to your heart, I’m quite certain I would find it beating wildly.”
When he stepped back, an odd sensation overtook her. Did she want him to touch her?
“Exquisite,” he whispered. “You’re a lucky man, Julian.”
