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“I’m going to switch to a flogger now. It should feel just like a massage, only a little deeper into the muscle. Give yourself a chance to get used to the heaviness of the falls, though.”
“Yes, sir.” The address slips lightly from my tongue in my relaxed state. The thud of the first fall of the flogger on my back is heavy, along with the second and third. It takes a few minutes to get acclimated, but he doesn’t rush it, and the sound of the sultry music along with his easy hand helps aid me into the transition. The heavy fall rains again and again, a little faster, kneading my muscles, pushing the tension of the last few days from my body better than any over-the-counter medication could ever dream of doing.
“How are you feeling, Allie?”
“Mmm. So good, sir.”
“You’re going to feel a cool lubricant,” Nick says, sliding my legs apart, right before the trickle drizzles over my cheeks and between my legs. He strokes my ass with his hand and positions my thighs just the way he wants. “Still for a minute, Allie.”
He slides a dildo into place. I hear the click and gentle tug of him attaching it to the end of the table’s device. It’s secured and not going anywhere anytime soon.
“This will feel different. Give yourself a chance to get used to it again.”
He lets the falls rain down my on back almost twice as fast and a little harder this time. The intensity is invigorating, thudding deep against my muscles, bringing all the blood flow to the surface, and causing every nerve ending to come alive. Nick is a skilled and well-practiced flogger. The vibrations pulse deep inside, and the combined rhythm creates a need to be stroked and pounded while it beats erotically against my clit.
My hips shift. “Still, love, or I’ll bind you next time.”
I lose myself to his strokes until that dreamy state and sensation of floating overtakes me, suspending me where not one thing in the world matters. My desire climbs with every rhythm of the falls pelting against my back. The vibrations pulsing against that special spot deep inside. And when my body is ready, he already knows. “Come for me, Allie.”
The release crashes in a tidal pool of surges, making their way through my body, wave after wave, until turning to ripples, and allowing me finally to catch my breath. Nick strokes down my back, caressing my heated skin. “How do you feel, love?”
“So good.”
Nick assists me to a sitting position on the massage table. “Let’s sit in the whirlpool for a while.”
I’ve never partnered with someone who didn’t take care of his own needs before spending time in after care with me. He doesn’t say another word, just takes my hand and walks with me to the whirlpool, keeping a firm grip until I’ve grasped the rail. I sit on the steps up to my belly in the warm water and glance up at him, watching as he unzips his jeans, letting them drop while I take in the dark lower hairs and his impressive package.
My tongue strokes over my bottom lip.
Nick smirks as he looks down at me. I slide over on the stairs, making room for him. “You did very well with the flogger, Allie. How did you like it?”
“I was a little nervous about it. I’ve never done that before. No impact, well, except open hand and paddles. I thought floggers would feel so different. Like they would hurt me, but it felt great, so invigorating. I would do it again.”
Nick smiles, sitting beside me. “They can hurt, love. It depends on the falls and the delivery. A sound paddling could have come next and may the next time, but that isn’t what your body needed tonight. You were way too tense and just needed to relax and release. I’m not a sadist, and you’re not a masochist. We’ll find what we like as a couple in the playroom. I’m not interested in constraining us to a prescribed set of someone else’s dos and don’ts.”
I nod. “Is that why you didn’t, umm, you know?”
“No, I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me, Allie?” Nick says, his lips twisting.
I can feel the blush heating my cheeks. “You didn’t, um, release. Is that normal for you?”
He grins. “Not hardly, but we’ll talk about that later. Right now, we’re going to relax in the water, and you’re going to slide down a few stairs and let me give you a neck massage.”
“If you insist.” I get situated, and his legs wrap on either side of me as he pushes my hair to one side, while the warm bubbles swirl around us. His firm hands circle my neck and shoulders, finding the spots that are still heavy with worry, and begin kneading them with his strong and sure fingers. After a half hour he has managed to ease much of the remaining tension.
He leans close to my ear. “I’m going to take you back to the apartment. We need to discuss your security because we’re not going to do that at the club. Going forward, we’re going to keep the two things separate.”
“So, I don’t have to call you sir, or do as you say outside of the playroom?” I ask, turning my body to look at him.
He doesn’t answer me right away, but his eyes reflect his sincerity. “No, the address signifies trust and, in our case, should only be used in the playroom.”
My eyes widen in realization. “Fair enough. And my other question—you know, about taking care of your needs?” If we’re keeping things separate, you should tell me why you didn’t while we’re still in the playroom.”
“I’ll finish when the time is right. And that’s all you need to know right now, Allie.” He silences my response with the tip of a finger to my lip.
“Don’t overthink this, Allie.”
Chapter Seventeen
