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“Too much or do you think you can take more?”
I think about it. “Maybe just a little more.”
He strikes my other thigh. With a grunt, I yank against my bonds reflexively.
“Let’s try that on the other leg.”
The cane lands with a loud whack.
Holy crap!
He turns on the vibrator and places it between my thighs. I jump at the contrast in sensation. The vibrator feels so good in comparison to the cane. Desire percolates.
“Can I come?” I remember to ask before I forget later.
“We’re going to do more caning first.”
To my disappointment, he turns off the vibrator.
“Do good, and you’ll get it back,” he says.
I suppress a disgruntled growl.
He taps the cane over my body once more. My breath catches when the cane comes near my nipples. He lands the cane over the top of my breasts. The impact surprises more than it hurts. He flicks the cane over my belly. I gasp, then brace myself for the next blow, which lands sharply on the top of a thigh, and before I can reset, he smacks my other thigh. I howl.
“The walls aren’t thin, are they?” I ask after recovering. “You think people can hear me?”
His eyes glimmer. “If you’re going to be that loud all the time, then probably.”
My cheeks grow hot, but when he puts the vibrator back between my legs, my concerns take a backseat, as does the discomfort of being stretched over the hard surface of the mahogany coffee table. The vibrator works quicker than ever. Maybe from the adrenaline.
But Darren has an uncanny ability to sense when I’m close to coming. Before I can even ask permission, he withdraws the wand. I groan helplessly.
With the cane, he strikes a breast with medium force. To protect itself, my body attempts to turn from him, but my movements are severely limited. My only source of protection is the safe word. He digs the point of the cane into the side of my other breast.
“Ow, ow, ow,” I grimace.
Just when I think of invoking the safe word, he withdraws and smacks the top of a thigh instead. I start to pant. I want the flogger back. Or do I? Maybe he was just going easy on me the first time.
Bending back the cane, he swats it against the side of my thigh.
“Shit!” I scream.
Trapping a nipple between the cane and his thumb, he tugs it upward. I start to whimper. He releases my nipple, then massages the breast. I feel a little delirious from the assault.
The wand comes to my rescue, encouraging the endorphins that mute the pain.
“Can I come?” I ask.
Please say yes. Please say yes.
“Yes.”
I almost cry with relief. My orgasm bowls through me, knocking me into another plane. I have zero control over my body as it writhes and spasms on the table. He back off a little, then resumes applying the wand against me. The first wave hasn’t even settled before I’m launched again into an even more acute climax. It’s a good thing the coffee table is a sturdy piece of furniture.
When it’s all over, I’m throbbing like crazy between the thighs and my abdominal muscles are sore. I must have tugged hard on my bonds because my wrists and ankles burn slightly.
But it was worth it.
