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He must’ve just laid it to the side, as she only felt one hand come off of her and then right back to her shoulder. “Okay?”
She nodded.
“I need you to answer me verbally with a yes or no, please.”
“Yes, it’s okay. Or as okay as it can probably be, anyway.”
He chuckled. “Fair enough. Walk with me. Trust that I won’t walk you into anything. I know it’s hard, but we don’t have far to go.”
The first step wasn’t terrible, but only because she knew what had been directly in front of her. Each step was harder, because she knew less about where she was walking. She went slow, stubbornly holding back when he clearly wanted her to move faster.
It occurred to her she wasn’t doing as he’d asked — trusting him. And what was the worst that could happen? She’d run into something. It wasn’t like she was in a cave where she could step into a fifty-feet-deep hole. She took a deep breath, felt a reassuring squeeze to her arm from his hand, and started walking at a normal speed, trusting he would steer her safely. Seven steps later, he brought them to a halt, “Thank you for your trust. I am honored.”
“No sense half-way doing this. I either trust you or I don’t, right?”
She felt his lips on her forehead above the mask, a gentle, warm, affectionate kiss.
And then he lifted her right hand and felt around the cuff, and did the same to the left.
He adjusted the left, fiddling with the buckle only a few seconds before releasing it. “You had the right one on good, but the left one was a notch too tight. Your hand would’ve gotten cold or gone to sleep before long. We’ll talk about that more later.”
He raised her arms and secured them above her head, explaining as he worked, and she wondered at that, remembering that he’d said he wanted her to feel and not analyze tonight, “I’m attaching a telescoping bar to your wrists.” Once both were connected, he said, “Now I’ll pull it apart. You’ll hear the clicks as it lengthens, spreading your arms apart.”
She felt the difference in having her arms directly over her head, and in having them restrained far apart. Less control on her part, more restriction. It felt as if she was more open, more vulnerable. It didn’t make sense, but she’d have never understood this difference unless she’d experienced it.
She felt something wrap around her ankle, and he said, “For safety reasons tonight, I need to immobilize you as much as possible. Hitting a moving target with a whip can be dangerous, and I don’t know how much you’re going to want to move around. Some people go still and just feel the sensations, other’s need to fight it every step of the way.”
Whatever he attached the ankle cuffs to, it spread her legs apart, making her feel even more open. More vulnerable.
Next came the coconut oil, and it was warm, almost hot, and she felt the heat soaking into her skin as he rubbed it on her back, then her ass and the backs of her legs, and finally, her chest and stomach, down to almost her knees.
The combination of the conversation, the restraints, and now the warm oil on her skin had her pulse racing, her clit throbbing, and even her nipples felt different. She wondered at first if it was a chemical warmth, as the ginger had been, but then decided he must have a fondue pot with the oil in it somewhere close. She gasped when his hand went from her bellybutton down to her folds, opening her. She tried to pull her legs together, but she couldn’t, and she moaned in frustration when her pulse sped and she felt her rapid heartbeat in her clit.
He ran his finger around her clit, and then she felt his other hand at her ass, a finger gently working its way inside her. She moaned again, and flexed her hips, feeling herself starting to move, to try to bring relief to the feelings he was stirring up in her. He added a finger in her ass, stretching itmoreopen. Having something in her bottom had felt so wrong the first time, and it still did, but not quite as wrong as before. She wanted it there despite how not-right it felt.
His fingers slid out, leaving her, but then something else touched the outside of her asshole and she felt it coming in. Hard and smooth. Pushing. Pressing.Invading.
“Relax for me Heather, it’s a touch bigger than you’ve had before, but I know you can take it.Relax. Allow it in for me. That’s good, there you go.” She almost safeworded at the burn and stretch because it felt as if hehadto be causing damage, but then the pressure suddenly lessened, and he said, “All the way in. Excellent. Now for a reward.”
She felt it come alive in her ass, and she moaned and tried to fuck the air. She realized she had to look ridiculous — she couldn’t move her hips much with the way he had her restrained, and even at that, to just be standing there, roped into position, moving her hips as if she were being fucked, but he said, “Beautiful Heather. I love seeing you like this.”
His voice came from a bit farther away and he asked, “Ready?”
She nodded at the same time she remembered he wanted her to say it out loud, so she said, “Yes” before he had a chance to remind her again.
And then,impact— to the area below her left shoulder. Harsh. Heavy. Leather thudding against skin, but it didn’t hurt.
An identical strike fell on the right side, and as she was analyzing how it felt, the strands started hitting left then right then left then right. He established a rhythm of about one strike every three seconds, and each impact had a lot of weight behind it. She absolutely felt it, but it wasn’t pain. It wasn’t exactly a caress, either, but it wasn’t bad. The tempo, the sounds; it all worked together, and suddenly, her bondage was a support, rather than an annoyance.
Thirty seconds into it, she relaxed and let the sensations hit her. She leaned her head forward as if she were looking at her feet, and then back up as if she were looking straight ahead, experimenting with the sensations. The strikes stayed at the same weight and the same rhythm for a while, and then everything shifted.
Now he was hitting her ass. The same weight and impact, or possibly a little harder. She could feel the skin and muscles moving — compressing and bouncing back.
She’d forgotten about the vibrator in her ass, and had no idea when he’d turned it off. Now that he was hitting her butt, she felt it holding her open, felt the muscles protesting as they were struck.
The strikes on her ass felt like he might be gradually hitting harder, but the rhythm was the same... right side, left side, right side, left side. It was like a meditation, and she sank into the sensations, the rhythm, the smells.
Some time later — ten minutes? Thirty? She had no idea, but everything stopped, Marcus moved around a little, and then there was another sensation.Sharp. Hot. It stung, but it was exactly right. Whatever this was, it was still leather, but it felt completely different. There was pain this time, but she wanted it.Neededit.
