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I do as he says as he picks up the flogger. I mean, I have enough meat, so it shouldn’t hurt too bad, right? Instead of voicing my thoughts out loud, I turn and bend at the waist over the chaise.
I feel vulnerable and all too naked like this, but also intrigued. One of the reasons I took this job was to dabble in things exactly like this.
“I’m going to start with my hand, then we will move to tools. Is that okay?” he asks from behind me.
I start to nod but stop myself. “Yes.”
I can hear him moving behind me, but I can’t feel him, and even worse, I can’t see him. The anticipation of what he’s going to do sinks deep into the pit of my stomach and has me tensing up. My hands form fists and my toes curl, as if my mind thinks that will help the impact.
“You need to relax, sweet girl.” He sounds closer than before.
Suddenly, his knuckles brush against my right ass cheek. I jump because I was expecting something much worse, but with his light stroking, I quickly relax. I swim in the calmness he’s creating, loving every second. I can feel my body melting into the chaise and my breathing leveling out, but it doesn’t last.
His first hit comes quick and hard. I’m so shocked that it takes the pain a moment to form across my skin, but when it comes, it’s like lightning bolts crackling against me followed by a flood of fire.
‘“That’s one,” he growls, his words drowning with satisfaction and pride. “Repeat it, Juliet.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and bite through the pain. “That’s one.”
Walking his fingers across my wide ass, he grabs my other cheek before raising his hand and landing another hit. “That’s two.” He massages the tender skin for a moment before speaking again. “Repeat.”
“That’s two,” I all but cry.
When the words leave my mouth, he strikes me again across the bottom of my entire ass. Instead of moving right away like before, he keeps his hand there. I can feel the electricity sparking under it and my skin welting around his fingers. I almost give up and use my safe word, but with his hand staying stagnant, the pain isn’t all that bad. It eases slightly.
“That’s three.”
“That’s three,” I breathe, proud that my words come out coherent.
“Good girl, Juliet. Now we’re going to move to the flogger. Are you okay?”
His hand finally leaves, and it makes me want to say no, but that would be a lie. I am okay. This is nothing but a new sensation I’ve never felt, just like the wax, and I feel if I don’t give it a good try—really stop and see how it affects me—I could be missing out on something great.
“I’m okay,” I answer, readjusting myself on the chaise so my arms dangle over the side.
I feel the leather tassels slide across my backside, then up the center, dragging over my pussy from behind. The feeling is sensational, sending chills down my spine.
He starts slowly, only lightly whipping each side of me. It isn’t painful at all. It actually feels… good. Then, he picks up the pace, switching between both cheeks quickly and intensifying the pressure with each hit. The first few times, I’m in heaven, but by the next few, the pain starts again. I’m walking a tightrope, balancing between pain and pleasure, and I’m not sure which side I’ll fall to.
When he really gets going and each tassel bites into my skin, I can barely take it, but I power through, telling myself I need to keep going. I can’t know if I like something if I don’t try.
He slows again but only to send one strike that’s a little too hard against the crease where my ass cheeks meet my legs. “Pineapple!” I scream, fighting back tears.
He stops, and I hear the whip fall to the floor with a thud. Closing my eyes, I’m too scared to turn around. What if the Reed I’ve been so attracted to is gone and a monster is standing in his place? I don’t want this entire night ruined because he did something I don’t like.
“Juliet.” His breathing is labored and shallow.
Shaking my head, I flip around, still too scared to open my eyes. “I—I don’t like that,” I whisper.
“Look at me.” He states the words like a prayer, soft and pleading.
I shake my head again. “I’m sorry.”
“No, you don’t need to apologize. I took things to a level I knew was too much. I should have restrained myself, and I’m sorry. Please look at me.”
“I don’t want to ruin the picture I have of you in my mind. I can’t look at you,” I admit.
I can hear him draw in a breath before his hands are on me again. I should push him away and tell him to stop, but just like that, with one single touch, I’m back to a melting mess.
“Reed…”
“Let me apologize without words,” he whispers, running his hands over the tops of my thighs. “Let me show you I’m more than my kinks.”
