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Her smiled widened. Patrick’s chest ached. Dammit. That smile could have been his. Should have been his. Hell, he’d be jacking off to it later tonight. To this whole image. Lexie, splayed and restrained, and being so perfectly submissive it fucking killed him. Just like she’d been in his office.
“Let’s start you off light, shall we?” Michael asked, reaching into his bag to pick up a flogger. From his post, Patrick could see it was a multi-strand, suede flogger. It would deliver very little sting, more of a thud, and warm up her skin so she could take a little more after he was done with it. Patrick clenched his jaw against doing something stupid, like halt the scene.
Lexie closed her eyes as Michael moved around behind her. A little shiver went through her body. There was something glowing about the anticipatory expression on her face. When the first blow landed, on her left upper shoulder, her body jerked in surprise and her lips made a soft ‘o’. Fucking gorgeous.
For some reason, she hadn’t expected Michael to aim the flogger anywhere but her butt. The strands thudded against her upper back and she arched, opening her mouth in surprise, even though no sound came out. Not because she was holding back, but just because she was too confused to know what kind of sound to make.
The lashes landed on her right shoulder and then down to her butt - left check, right cheek and back up. A figure eight. He was making a kind of figure eight on her back.
She’d closed her eyes because she’d wanted to block out everything else in the room and just concentrate on how this felt. Of course, she couldn’t help but hear the other breathy moans, the smack of flesh against flesh, but that just added to the scene. With her eyes closed, she couldn’t become too distracted by exactly what was happening all over the Dungeon. Or by Patrick, who was standing to the side, glowering, and making her feel more nervous than anything else.
With her eyes closed, she floated, anticipating and enjoying the slight pain of the flogger as the strands impacted against her body. It didn’t sting exactly, but at the same time it kind of did. In a good way. A really good way. Every blow made her skin feel more sensitive, as if every nerve ending was slowly waking up beneath the steady assault.
Suddenly the strands wrapped around her thigh, and she gasped, her arms automatically tugging on the restraints. Of course, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t even close her legs, and the sudden rush of vulnerability was accompanied by even more arousal. Master Michael was flogging her thighs, her bottom, her shoulders, and she cried out as one stroke flicked up between her legs to land against the folds of her pussy.
It made a wet smacking sound... she hadn’t even realized how turned on she’d become. Her eyes opened in shock, her head falling back slightly, but the other scenes had no hope of distracting her now. There was a blurry quality to her vision, as if her focus was turned completely inward rather than outward.
The flogger wrapped around each thigh one more time, and then Master Michael was walking in front of her. He studied her, a small, sadistic smile on his lips, and then lifted the flogger again. Lexie couldn’t help it, she tensed, but it didn’t matter.
The strands fell against her breasts, making her moan as her nipples became even harder in response. Master Michael whipped the tops of her breasts, the sides, the bottoms, and then made his way down her stomach to her hips and thighs, and then all the way back up again. She could feel Patrick’s gaze, like a second skin, over the flushed and heated surface of her body.
She was so turned on that if Master Michael smacked her pussy again with the flogger, she might just cum.
Unfortunately he seemed more interested in her breasts now. The creamy mounds turned a pretty pink color as the flogger fell on them, her nipples throbbing, and her stomach and thighs going from ivory to blush. The cool air on her sensitized back made the difference between her surroundings and the flushed surface of her body even more acute.
“Color, Lexie.”
Master Michael’s voice, deep and rich, slid into her mind. She hadn’t even realized he’d stopped flogging her. Her skin felt warm, sensitive, tingling even though the actual beating had ceased.
“Green.” Was that her voice? It sounded dreamy. Not at all like her.
But it was kind of how she felt right now. Dreamy. And green. Good. Floaty. This was wonderful.
His hands cupped her breasts, and she moaned, arching her back to push them forward. Master Michael chuckled as he squeezed, gently. The touch of his skin against hers felt incredible. Especially when he pinched her nipples, toying with the little rings. Bursts of pleasure trickled through her, from her nipples, straight to her pussy. Her emotions might not be involved, but Master Michael knew exactly how to arouse a woman physically.
“I’m going to put some weights on these pretty rings,” he said, twisting them back and forth. The combination of pain and pleasure made her pussy clench. She’d played with the rings herself, like this, but it just wasn’t quite the same. Master Michael pushed the line of pain a little further than she did when she played with herself, so she could really feel the bite as he manipulated the silver rings. “It will help balance you out while I spank your ass.”
Her pussy clenched again and she moaned, quivering. Thoughts of proving herself to Patrick had been pushed to the back of her mind, buried under the riot of sensations Michael was building inside of her.
Listening to Lexie’s sensual moans was driving him crazy. It felt like his cock was hard enough to rip through the front of his leathers, and it was all he could do to keep himself under control. Crossing his arms over his chest helped, his hands clenched into fists to remind him to stay back. Stay away. He was getting a headache from clenching his jaw so hard, but that helped him keep a strong grip on his willpower as well.
This was not his scene.
Lexie was not his woman.
But damn was she beautiful. She gasped, her body quivering, as Michael hung weights on her nipples. Just small ones, but they were enough to tug the rings downward, stretching her nipples, giving her a small bite of pain. Michael picked up a paddle from his bag and walked around behind her. Patrick wanted to groan. The weights were going to pull on her nipples even more as her breasts bounced whenever she moved in reaction to the paddle.
With her skin already warmed up and sensitive from the flogger, her endorphins making her high on pleasure, Michael wasn’t going to be gentle about this spanking.
SMACK!
She cried out, her voice full of pleasure and pain as the paddle impacted on her pink ass and her nipples bobbed. The cry changed as the sensations ricocheted through her body, Patrick could actually tell when she felt the weights on her nipples by the tenor of her voice. For a moment, he wondered if this was going to be too much for her, as her face screwed up in almost confusion.
SMACK!
Another cry, followed by a breathy moan. This time she held herself more still, so her breasts - and therefore the weights - didn’t bobble as much. The consternation on her face was melting away into a submissive’s determination to take what was being given to her. Hints of delight were already working their way through the sting of the paddle and the pull of the nipple weights.
SMACK!
