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“I can’t decide if I want to fuck you with this and give you pleasure, or whip you until your screams are etched into my mind.” I licked the shell of her ear, tracing the whip handle along her ribs.
She twisted, letting out a smallyelp. “Killian—”
“Ticklish? I’ll store that away for another day.”
She groaned as I smiled.
Trailing the handle lower, I rubbed the end around the bundle of nerves at her clit. Circling but never quite touching, no matter how she bucked in the space I let her have. Smiling to myself, I slid the whip handle between her legs, leaving it flat.
She rubbed herself alongthe braided length, coating it with her arousal.
“If you can come from grinding yourself on that, I’ll consider not using the cane on youtonight before I fuck you. Otherwise, you’ll have to last all session before I let you come. Understood?”
She nodded.A soft cry of mingled frustration and need ripped from her lips. She rested her head against my shoulder, glazed eyes locked on mine as she rubbed herself over the patterned whip handle I held pressed tight between her pussy lips. She rocked faster and faster, seeking that edge on her own. My own need pressed between her ass cheeks, and my breath came as fast as hers, matching her rhythm.
For every stroke over the implement that controlled her pleasure, her ass rocked back into me. Torture for both of us, something I hadn’t planned.
Still, I refused to back off, lost in her dazed face as the first wave of the pleasure she sought overtook her.
Lux’s body quivered, hot fluid gushing from her in a filthy show I wanted to devour asshe came hard against my hand.
I didn’t wait for her breath to slow before I leaned down and nipped the sensitive spot between her neck and throat. “That was the most beautiful fucking display I’ve ever seen. I’ve got a mind to make you repeat it again later before I fuck you.”
Her lips opened, but nothing came out as her head tipped forward to rest against the post.
I counted to five, swapping the whip out for a clean one my hand wouldn’t slip on, and began.
Chapter Eight
Lux
Whip marks striped my back in even slices, never crossing over a previous slash. Killian was a master artist, but he also kept my OCD and my tattoos in mind. Could I ask for a better play partner? A lover? A nest of fear roiled low in my stomach. I pressed my body to the post, leaning into it as each leather kiss stole my breath and left me moaning.
Pleasure and pain merged into a singular beast as he took me higher, breaking past the bounds I’d allowed James to play within.
Finally, the stripes ceased. Ibreathed deep, savoring the remnants of pain, tucking them deep within the corners of my mind to revisit when it all got too much. That I might have a master to call on when I needed a reminder session calmed me.
“So beautiful,” Killian murmured. He ranhis hands along my ribs, the light touch borderline ticklish against the tiger stripes he’d given me.
I writhed at the dual sensation, hot and cold at once, reveling in the contrast he offered. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, Little Bird.” His breath kissed my cheek as he leaned forward and licked at my tears like an oversized kitten lapping milk. “Feel better?”
“Much.” My thighs trembled as I gave a throaty laugh that sounded nothing like me. Leaning back in my bonds, I rested my head on hisshoulder and let the cuffs take my weight.
“Good to know I haven’t lost my touch.” His fingers glided over my breasts, tweaking and twisting the hardened nipples, already tender where they’d rubbed against the whipping post.
Another moan left my lips. Hecaptured my mouth with his, sliding his tongue deep inside in a private dance for two. His kiss offered a brief reprieve, letting me wallow in the sensual caress of his hands, taking comfort in the hot, hardened flesh that pressed against the crack of my ass, evidence of his desire for me. Or maybe for the pain he’d caused me. My eyes flew open.
I broke the kiss with a gasp, and he caught my chin in a firm grip.
“No, Little Bird. You donotget to top from the bottom. Maybe it’s something previous playmates let you get away with, but it’s sure as fuck not happening with me.” His voice grated on the last word and he kissed me again.
Deep, hard, and claiming. His mouth bruised mine as he tipped my head all the way back, bending his heavy, muscular frame overme in a blatant show of dominance.
It worked. Heat rushed through my body in a rapid flush. I pressed my legs together, but his hand already stroked there, playing in the slick of arousal that gave me away, swirling a light touch over swollen flesh, soothing and making me ache all at once. He circled my clit in a lazy motion until I parted my legs, begging against his mouth in a desperate series of mewls that added to my humiliation and need.
Definitely a new kink.
