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The flogger found virgin skin and she dropped her head as she moaned in response to the sweet caress. Her skin was now sensitive enough that even these soft blows from a gentle flogger were starting to hurt.
“No, no, head up.”
She heard him, but it was dim and distant. Her world had shrunk to the feeling of the flogger on her breasts, of cool air hitting the wet fabric of her panties. Of her ass high in the air, her breasts dangling and vulnerable.
“Head. Up.”
He punctuated the words with rapid, hard blows from the flogger. Now it was undeniably pain, and the tip of one lash had landed directly on her right nipple. Her pussy pulsed in reaction, even as she cried out.
She raised her head, neck and back straining.
Once more Daniel sank to a crouch in front of her. Eyes on her face, he reached up to cup and fondle each breast.
“Your tits are nicely pink. And warm. Nipples…” He tweaked one and she sucked in air between her teeth. “…very sensitive.”
He pushed up. “You can relax now.”
She let her head drop, her whole body slumping, as she took heavy breaths.
His fingers worked the rope, untying the knot and then helping her ease up until she was kneeling on the chair. Daniel cupped her cheek, tipping her face up.
“Now it’s time to talk about your nipples…and what name I’m going to call you.”
Chapter 10
Daniel nudged Autumn off the chair, steadying her as she stood. He kept her there only long enough for him to take a seat, then tugged her down so she was once more kneeling, but now straddling his lap.
He had a very nice view of her slightly pink breasts.
The lighting outdoors wasn’t ideal for differentiating colors of flesh, but even if they’d been in a pitch black room he would have been able to feel the effects of the flogging thanks to the warmth in her skin.
Cupping her breasts, he thumbed her nipples, indulging himself for a moment by simply playing with her pretty tits, before raising his gaze to her face.
“Arms up, behind your head,” he murmured.
She obeyed instantly.
“One of our items is name change. I’d planned to ignore it, but now I have a better idea.”
She looked down at him, soft and open. Her lips were slightly parted and he could see the tip of her pink tongue. Her lower lip was damp—she must have bit or licked it while he was playing with her nipples.
“You’re probably not going to like it,” he warned her. “But this isn’t about what you like, is it?”
“No, Sir.”
“It’s about what you need.”
He was walking a very thin line with what he was about to do. He wouldn’t have risked it with anyone else. But Autumn needed this, and he needed to make her feel whole, see herself for the amazing, beautiful woman that she was.
Autumn feared her own needs. In a way he thought she probably hated herself, though she hadn’t come out and said it as baldly as that. But that was the heart of her fear.
He knew something about hating oneself, and a whole lot about fear. He needed to help her with this the same way he needed to give her pleasure. He knew that one person couldn’t fix another, but he could, and would, help her.
“For the rest of the weekend I will not be using your name.” He made his words hard and cold. “I will be referring to you as what you are.”
Autumn went still.
“Pet. Slut. Whore.” The words were cold, cruel, and she flinched away from him.
