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He increased his pace and came inside her with a guttural animal sound that sent a shiver through her. He held her as both of their heartbeats resumed a normal tempo. She hadn't come again, but she didn't need to, and she didn't think she was able to after what had happened on the bench. Angel moving inside her had felt amazing in the way a full body massage feels amazing. It was comforting in all the right ways.
Finally he pulled out of her and got up to retrieve his clothing. He started to dress again. Astrid lay watching him in the low lighting, watching his sleek muscles tighten and relax as he moved.
When he was dressed he returned and extended a hand to her and helped her up off the bed. Then he put the blindfold back over her eyes.
“I'm not done with you,” he whispered.
He put her back on the bench where she'd started out and secured her just as before. There was a click, and the metal ball started to slowly move again.
“Please, I can't take anymore,” she said. Lying in the bed with him moments before, she'd been completely satisfied.
“I'm not done with you,” he repeated. His voice was dark and delicious, and the command in it sent another bolt of arousal between her legs when she'd been sure she was fully spent already.
Astrid heard some rustling and movement off to the side, and then she felt, more than heard, his presence behind her. She jumped when several leather cords snapped across her back.
“M-master, please,” she whimpered, her anxiety spiking at the sharp and unexpected sting. The strike hadn't been exceptionally painful, and if possible, it had heightened the sensation between her legs, but still. “You said I could choose.”
“Correct,” he said. “But I didn't say we were only doing that one thing. You were choosing which we were doing first. All three are happening. You have a whipping and another orgasm to go.”
Tears started to slip from beneath the blindfold. Her crying wasn't as silent as she thought because Angel noticed immediately and wiped the tears off her face.
“I told you, I'm not going to hurt you. If it gets too intense, you can ask me to stop.”
She wanted to ask if that would mean anything, but she didn't want to know the answer. Instead she decided to hold onto this one small thing.
The leather cords came down across her back over and over in a steady stinging rhythm. When she realized he wasn't escalating the amount of pain, she began to relax. When she relaxed, she noticed the strangest thing.
The pain was somehow opening up more space for pleasure. The contrast between the pain and the pleasure building between her legs made the pleasure feel sharper. After each lash, Angel waited and allowed the pleasure to build before continuing on.
He must have been observing her very carefully for signs she was about to come because each time she got to the edge, the leather lashed her back again in a sharp, jolting sting. It pulled her back from the ledge. He let the pleasure from the revolving metal ball build again. He did this over and over until she was driven almost mad by it.
Astrid began to writhe and squirm, not sure if she was trying to get away from the pleasure or closer to it.
Finally, she heard Angel fling the whip away. He pressed his hand firmly against her lower back to still her squirming.
“No. Be still,” he said. “You're going to come for me again.”
Another click and the machine went up to the more intense speed again. Angel held her in place with one hand and used the other to penetrate her with a hard phallic object that felt like what he'd fucked her with the night before. It was made more intense by the blindfold and the machine which seemed intent on pushing her to her limits. She moaned and whimpered and screamed out her second intense orgasm of the day.
He turned the bench off, then stroked and ran his tongue over the places on her back the whip had struck. Her flesh felt hot, and she was sure welts were beginning to form.
Once again, he freed her from the bench. This time he scooped her up and carried her up the stairs to the main floor, then up a second set of stairs. He set her down on a bed.
“Don't move. I'll be right back,” he said.
Astrid lay there in the artificial darkness of the blindfold, trying to pull her thoughts together. The experience had been so intense, she felt as though she had somehow fragmented into a million tiny selves, and she wasn't sure how to reassemble herself back together again.
She'd lost all sense of time, so it was impossible to know if a few minutes or hours had passed when he returned, but probably just minutes. He got in bed with her and pulled her into his arms so that they were both sitting up, her head resting on his chest.
He took the blindfold off and gave her a bottle of water, then he stroked her hair while she drank. Sunlight streamed into the room from his window. She couldn't believe it was still day.
“Are you all right?” he asked after she'd drunk about half the water.
“Yes, Master.”
He stroked her hair and let her lie against him. She felt warm and safe in ways she had never felt before. Just another indicator of her obvious insanity. Finally, Angel got up. “You might want to go take a shower. It'll help you feel more grounded.
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