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CHAPTER EIGHT
JULIET
Her back and ass were hot against the cool wood, but not nearly as hot as her nipples once Orlando was done torturing them with his fingers. The little buds throbbed, like tiny targets on her chest as he stepped away to pick up the flogger again. Fuck, that was going to hurt so good. She didn’t know whether to thrust her breasts out further or try to pull away —because even though it always felt good, pain was still pain.
The push and pull of being a masochist could be confusing.
Clenching around the plug, Juliet squirmed. It ached inside her every time her muscles squeezed, yet she wasn’t able to keep herself from doing so. Partly because she liked the discomfort, partly because she liked the feeling of fullness, and partly because she was so unused to having anything back there now. She wanted to soak in every single sensation. She wanted to memorize the visual of Orlando lifting the flogger and bringing it down on her right breast. It stung, throbbed, as the many strands impacted against her tender flesh, and she cried out when one end snapped directly against her nipple. The swollen nub burned.
Then it was swinging again, hitting her other breast.
Right thigh.
Left thigh.
Back to her breasts.
The hypnotic rhythm worked over her as he flogged her, the leather coming down like rain pattering against her skin.
When he flicked it up between her legs, hitting her pussy rather than her thighs, she felt her toes curl. Her hips moved forward, begging for more while her ass clenched and pulsed around the plug.
Breasts.
Thighs.
Breasts.
Thighs.
Then straight between her legs to her pussy again. Every inch of her was throbbing and tingling when he stepped forward to run his hands over her skin, the same way he had when he’d been flogging her back and ass, except this was so much more sensitive. So much more intimate.
Juliet tipped her head back to look at him. Now she could see his expression as he caressed her, moving his hand over her body, weighing her breasts with his palm. She squirmed, trying to press her thighs together as his fingers dipped between them, his gaze meeting hers as he explored the seam of her pussy, sliding between the slippery folds to stroke her clit.
“Orlando…” She writhed as his finger made circles around the aching nub, teasing her. Tormenting her. The discomfort from the plug, the lingering sting from the flogger, was all sweet counterpoint to the pleasure he was generating.
“Not yet, little rose.” He pulled away, smiling, and lifted his fingers to his lips. Juliet watched, mesmerized, as he licked the digits clean of her juices. Her pussy spasmed in jealousy. “You’ll get to cum soon. When you beg me.”
The unhappy noise she made in the back of her throat was reminiscent of a growl. As much as she wanted to say she wouldn’t beg, she knew that was a lie. If she wasn’t tied up, she would happily drop to her knees and worship his cock if only he’d fuck her with it.
She wanted it.
Wanted him.
And he was toying with her, like a cat with a helpless mouse, and that just turned her on even more.
The flogger moved over her again, sensitizing her skin even more, drawing out new sensations with every flick of his wrist. She hummed under her breath in sensual satisfaction, closing her eyes and letting her body tune in completely to the buzz. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to look at Orlando, it was just that she’d missed this so much. She had him imprinted on her brain. Now she wanted to enjoyfeelingit.
Every lick of the leather. Every time it snapped against her pussy lips. Every stinging brush against her nipples.
She ached.
Throbbed.
Yearned.
And when Orlando paused again, coming forward to caress her breasts, moving his hand over the hot flesh and then down her quivering stomach, sliding his fingers between the slick folds of her pussy, she begged.
“Please Sir…” Her hips canted upwards, seeking firmer contact, needing more. “Please, please, I want to cum. Please, Orlando.”
