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I tug her hand down, pressing it against the front of my jeans. “Feel how hard you make me?” I rasp, enjoying the way her gaze darkens, that desire that she can’t quite fight off filling her expression. “That hard cock is all your fault, Asha. It’s been hard since last night, thinking about you. So what are you going to do about it?”
I let go of her wrist, not wanting to scare her, but her hand lingers for just a moment, pressing against the thick ridge. “We’ll make that deal again,” she says softly. “One thing each that we want.”
“You’re going first again,” I tell her, and she raises an eyebrow.
“You’re going to make me come over and over again, and risk me not getting you off?”
I give her a slow, wicked smile, not unlike the one she gave me last night. “Wait and see,” I tell her, and Asha’s eyes widen a little as I motion to the bench. “Face down, this time.”
Asha hesitates, and for just a moment, I think she’s going to back out. But she nods, her fingers going to the sash of her robe as she walks to the bench, and as she shrugs it off slowly with her back to me, I see that she’s wearing nothing underneath it.
God, she’s perfect. She lies down, adjusting the bench so that she’s flat on her stomach with her cheek pillowed against the top of it, her ass angled upwards. It’s full and round and begging for me to run my hands over it, and her tongue slides teasingly over her lips as she lets me cuff her wrists and ankles again.
“What are you going to do to me, Finn?” she purrs, and I shrug.
“Wait and see.”
This time, I stay clothed. I know it will torture her a little more, not being able to enjoy the view of my naked body and hard, pierced cock while I play out the scenario I have planned. When I walk to the cabinet where she told me the spanking implements were, I hear her soft, quick intake of breath.
“I thought you didn’t like things like that,” she purrs, and I shrug, opening it up.
“Maybe I’m becoming more open-minded,” I tell her, glancing over to where she’s bound to the bench, legs splayed open, vulnerable and exposed. “Having a hard cock off and on for nearly twenty-four hours will do that to a man. And it’s good to try new things, isn’t it?” I look through the implements. “This one, I think.”
I take out a soft leather flogger, one that, to my inexperienced eyes, at least, looks as if it won’t hurt her too badly. I walk towards her, seeing her gaze follow me as I go to stand behind her, and for a moment, all I can do is look at her, hardly able to breathe from the way my chest squeezes with desire.
I have no idea if she’s going to be aroused by this or not. She’d said submitting doesn’t turn her on, not usually—and I can’t think of many things more submissive than being cuffed face-down. Still, I see her hips shift on the bench as I slowly swing the flogger in the air, getting used to having it in my hand, and I’m not entirely certain that she’snotaroused by this.
Her teeth sink into her lower lip at the first strike of the leather over her ass, and I pause, worried that I’ve hurt her. There’s only the faintest pink tinge to her flesh, butI’vecertainly never been struck with a flogger before, and I have no idea what levels of pain it might cause. I peer at her, genuinely concerned—and then I realize that she’s trying not to laugh.
“You’ll have to put a bit more of your back into it than that,” she says with a giggle, twisting her head around. “You’re supposed to be spanking me, not tickling me with a feather duster.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Oh? You want a bit more of a heavy hand?” There’s a mischievous glint in her eyes that spurs me on, that makes this all seem more fun than serious, and I bring down the flogger again, harder this time.
“Oh!” Asha laughs. “I almost felt that.”
“Better watch it, lass,” I growl. “You know the kind of man I am. I’ve had a heavy hand with many a man who’s ended up on my wrong side. Just trying to be a bit more careful with you, that’s all.”
Asha tilts her head, her wide, dark eyes meeting mine. “I’m not made of glass, Finn,” she says softly. “Do it however you like.”
There’s something in her voice, some underlying meaning that I can’t dig too deeply into right this moment—I think even if I’d felt capable of it, I’m not sure that I’m ready to. I focus on the desire instead, on whether or not I reallydowant to take a bit of my frustrated arousal out on her, since she’s allowing it.
I’m not sure how I feel about it until I bring the flogger down again, harder this time, seeing her soft flesh tremble under the blow, red spreading over her pale flesh, and my cock lurches, throbbing at the sight. Her thighs quiver, and when I bring it down again and again, in quick succession, I can see the hint of glistening arousal between them.
Whether or not she’ll admit it, this is turning Asha on.
It’s turning me on, too.
I’d never thought of myself as any kind of deviant, but with Asha’s permission, all of this takes on a different flavor. Seeing her bound there, her legs trying to kick out uselessly against the cuffs, her back arching and hips pressed against the leather as she starts to squirm, arouses me more than I would have ever thought. I can picture myself flogging her until her ass and thighs were warm and red, pushing my jeans down, thrusting into her wet, tight pussy as she cried out with pleasure, still cuffed beneath me as her heated flesh pressed into mine.
Just the image is almost enough to make me lose control.
“You’re wet,” I growl at her as I bring the flogger down again, her faint whimper making me throb painfully. “I thought you said you didn’t like being punished like this, Asha.”
She lets out a soft gasp as I drag the tails of the flogger between her legs, upwards over the damp, swollen folds, and she lets out a shiver. “I think you do like it.”
“Maybe I just like it with you.” Her teeth sink into her lower lip again, worrying at it as her body tries to arch upwards into the caress between her legs, another of those soft moans slipping free.
“Did you do this with Nikolai?” The question comes out before I can stop it, and Asha’s eyes widen, her body stiffening.
