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Joel yanked her head back by hair that was now strewn in curling disarray about her face and shoulders and Desi shivered in pleasure as her scalp lit up and invigorated her senses.
"I remember everything about you," he growled in her ear.
Desi swallowed at his revelations, and the fine hairs raised on the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and did a quick mental search of her limit list.
"No, Master, my limits haven't changed," she finally concluded.
"Good. What safe words are you using?"
"Stoplight system, Master." She referred to the standardised colour codes that were used consistently in all clubs. Red for stop, yellow to slow down, and green for good to go.
"Excellent, now strip!" he commanded.
"I'll need some help with the laces on my corset, Master," Desi whispered, her throat completely dry.
Joel walked behind her and went to work on the fastenings. His touch was unusually gentle and he stroked each expanse of bared skin with something akin to reverence.
Heat shuddered through Desi and warmed her belly. She'd never really realised it before, but whatever descriptions you might use to define her previous relationship with Joel—intense, explicit, uninhibited, extreme, graphic—nothing as conventional as gentleness would ever have been included, and Desi found that, now, it brought an unexpected lump to her throat and made that hardened shell around her heart start to melt just a little bit.
When he finished, she wriggled quickly out of her boy shorts, and Joel placed her clothing in a practical wire basket underneath the functional steel equipment table.
"Present," Joel directed, walking around her as she adopted the position which required her to stand with her legs shoulder width apart and hands clasped behind her head, which had the effect of thrusting her generous breasts out.
"Beautiful," Joel murmured, skimming his fingers across the collar she wore, before glancing behind him. "Isn't she beautiful, Jake?"
Jakes face was impassive, but his gaze locked with Desi's before he moved his focus to his cousin.
"Indeed," he replied evenly to a low murmur of agreement from the bystanders.
Joel moved directly in front of Desi and tapped her on the nose in an incongruous gesture of playfulness that belied his words. "Now, my sweet, no more noise from you. Not a question, not a sound, unless it is your safe word. Understand?"
Desi nodded her head; she knew this scenario.
Joel retrieved a blindfold from his back pocket and secured it around her eyes, trapping her with her roiling emotions and shutting out external distractions.
Desi took a deep breath and was surprised at how her jitteriness suddenly settled and her senses evened out. It was kind of like being suspended in a lukewarm vat of treacle, everything slowed. Her breathing regulated and her body calmed and an aura of wellbeing enfolded her. Within an instant, she felt secure. Home.
She heard the distinctive rattling of chain before Joel grasped her arms and drew them away from her head. He extended them in front of her, palms together, and she held the pose while he attached softly lined cuffs around her wrists and ran a finger along the inside to ensure they weren't too tight.
The second her brain acknowledged the confinement, a blast of heat thundered through her veins and an age-old yearning had her heart thumping so loudly she'd swear it could be heard. Desire, thick and hot, gathered in her stomach and her nipples tightened to hard brown buds. He stretched her up on tiptoes and attached the cuffs to the chain, then adjusted her stance carefully so that her heels just barely brushed the floor. Desi knew the position would prevent her knees from buckling underneath her. Finally, he cuffed her ankles and placed a spreader bar between her legs which he anchored to rings recessed in the floor.
"Don't move!" he whispered, his voice like a velvet glove stroking over her senses, but the statement might as well have been rhetorical, since the way he'd trussed her up pretty much ensured that she couldn't budge an inch. Still, she understood from many months of his training that he meant much more than that. He required that she didn't arch her back or flex her muscles or even flinch, regardless of the provocation, and that very idea, along with the physical reality of being restrained and helpless, had her abdominal muscles clenching and a wet heat pooling in her pussy while Jake's words regarding her submissive nature tickled at the corners of her mind. Still, she wondered if she was even capable of all that anymore. She wondered if Joel thought her capable or not. Then she felt the soft suede strands of a flogger brushing along her shoulders and down the centre of her back and all that was left in her mind was…wonder.
Desi slipped right back into the mind-set she needed, as if she had done this only yesterday. Filtering out everything around her, she slowed her breathing, parted her lips very slightly and relaxed her throat muscles.
In every flogging scene they had ever practiced, Joel had always started on her buttocks and she had no reason to believe that tonight would be any different. With that in mind, she readied her body for the first strike, knowing that he would probably start lightly and build up the intensity.
Joel drew the strands of the flogger around her waist and then up the centre of her torso, across her collar bone and then down to her breasts, stroking her skin and teasing her awareness.
Some parts of this dance were like code; when the flogger lifted away from her skin, Desi knew to expect the first blow.
The strands came down moderately hard on her right buttock just as she had expected and Joel used a symmetrical figure of eight motion to reflect the strike on the left, then moved in the same pattern down her thighs. He hit her harder than she'd predicted. After an eleven-year hiatus, she had imagined he would break her in gently. But maybe this was a test. Desi suspected that Joel had been trying to resist her just as much as she had been resisting him.
Maybe she was being set up to fail. Perversely, that thought just made her all the more determined. No way was Joel ever going to break her or humiliate her again. And right now, she felt nowhere close to broken. In fact, that first volley of falls had almost set her free. She was already starting to fly. She could feel the endorphins beginning to flood her system, and it seemed as if reaching subspace, where her pain threshold would increase even further, might be easier to find after all these years and not harder at all.
Joel played the flogger up her back, taking care to avoid the sensitive area around her kidneys and tailbone. She expected nothing less than the most diligent performance from him. Joel was a keen perfectionist. Maybe that's why she hadn't been good enough for him, too unrefined, too curvaceous and too unconventional. Desi felt her mood plummet and gave herself a mental kick. It didn't matter that she wasn't good enough for Joel. She only needed to be good enough for herself…and she was! She was successful and accomplished, and she was going to damn well own this scene!
Banishing thoughts of the past, Desi focused only on sensation. Joel had moved around her front, starting on her thighs and then jumping to her abdomen. Her nipples peaked in anticipation, but her pussy protested his evasion, yearning for the heat of his skill. But she knew it would come…and she could be patient.
