The blow wasn’t hard enough to even cause her to flinch. He was proud of her steadiness, her trust. He continued taking her through the paces, increasing his intensity only marginally each time.
Thwack.
He didn’t move his body, but rotated his arm calmly in a figure eight, crisscross fashion, striking one cheek after the other.
Thwack.
Continuing the session, he journeyed up and gave a few kisses to her shoulders. He worked back to her thighs then to the back tops of her thighs, ensuring there was no wrapping to the front of her body. However, it was her finely curved ass that received most of his attention.
Thwack.
By the time she was taking his heavier handed strokes, the only sign that she was feeling them was her whimpers and the tightening of her hands following each connection of the flogger. Her fingers were curled in a fist, however, she held her restrained stance like an experienced submissive, her head low, but not hung, her shoulders dropped in a relaxed state. Even more than those indications were the forward tilt of her hips that caused her lower back to arch and pushing out her luscious ass, availing it properly to him. And the Dom in him gladly claimed what she offered again and again with the wallop of his flogger.
Once her breathing became harsher, her moans became more whimpers and Kindle began to swing her hips away following each blow, he knew the session was at a close. Longer sessions that would push a person past her own limits were for more experienced subs.
He allowed the flogger to rest at his side, as he observed her. His muscles were burning from overuse, but that was typical, he wasn’t tired. A sheen of sweat coated his body and several beads ran from the nape of his neck down his spine, proof of his own exertion. Taking in deep breaths, he relaxed his heart rate as he continued to watch her.
As the seconds tipped into minutes, he saw her head dip lower and her hands open. Even now, Kindle didn’t know the scene had ended, she was relaxing herself as if preparing herself for the next strike. It made him admire her strength even more. If this had been too much for her, she knew the word that would make him stop, but she hadn’t used it. She would make an excellent submissive.
Shaking his head, he went to the wall and returned the tool. Tomorrow he would take care of it, treat it and ready it for a future use. Most likely with another submissive, not Kindle.
Once he was next to her again, he stooped down and unfastened her ankles. His ears tuned to her, he picked up on her gasp of surprise when he released the first cuff. He took that ankle in his hand and caressed her skin. There weren’t any marks there, but he still wanted to begin the reconnection process with her. Even a mild session, done right, separated a submissive mentally and emotionally from the world around them. Kindle would be aware of nothing else but the flogger, and him.
As he shifted to her other foot, he was a witness to the high level of her arousal. Not only because of her piquant scent that saturated the air of the room, heavy and cloying, but by the amount of cream coating the inside of her thighs. The carpet below her feet showed evidence of the drips that had fallen from her pussy.
At his current height, he could clearly see her swollen pussy. Her smooth labia were plump, ripe and separated showcasing her clit. It would have been too easy for him to lean forward slightly and touch the exposed tip with his tongue and run his tongue back to the center of her sweet pussy, collecting and savoring the sweet spice of her desire. But, he didn’t.
He would not give her the climax her body was primed for. And he would keep himself under control. There could not be sex between them, not again. No matter how much his hands shook with need, or how hard his cock was. It was so strained in his pants that the position he maintained was uncomfortable. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he wished he hadn’t because it just filled his senses even more with her provocative aroma.
Moving quickly, he released and massaged her other ankle and rose. With one hand on her waist at all times, he unbuckled her wrists and checked each one of them, too. Different from the feet, he ran his hand along her arm, as he lowered it steady and slow to her side, working his fingers deep into her muscles until he reached the shoulder—helping counteract the sting of the returning blood flow to the limb. He repeated the same method on her other arm.
He allowed her to rest back against him briefly as he ensured himself she was steady enough to walk under her own strength—slow as it might be. When her knees didn’t buckle, he led her to the couch. There, he wrapped her in the aftercare blanket he’d purchased just for her, since he frequently gave his ex-subs their blanket as a parting gift. More because he didn’t want the reminder of them once they were gone.
Settling her in his lap, he hugged her to him and gently stroked her body through the blanket.
Kindle gazed at him, her golden brown eyes bright and slightly unfocused, but he could clearly see the question in her face. Her features were relaxed with the exception of the small tight area between her brows. It was easy to detect what she wanted, her confusion. She’d anticipated an orgasm at the end, just as he’d given her the last time. Precisely what his body craved. But there would be none for either of them.
Raising his hand, he brushed away the damp strands of hair that had fallen out of her bun and stuck to the side of her face in the beads of sweat that collected there. “There will be no completion for you this night, Song Sparrow.”
He saw her lips start to move, as if she were prepared to question his decision, persuade him.
Shaking his head, he halted any response. “It will help you to remember the next time I give you a command, follow it to the letter.”
Her lips pressed together, and stifled a whimper, but she exhaled and said, “Yes, Sir.”
He gave her a sharp nod then tucked her head beneath his chin and began the aftercare. “I’m proud of you, Song Sparrow.” His hand stroked along her back. “You did very well tonight.” He caressed up her arm over the blanket.
As he continued to whisper pride-filled words and embrace her body, she settled against him and allowed him to take on her weight. He didn’t mind, he loved having her in his arms. At this moment he could admit that to himself. Kindle’s walls of defiance weren’t the only ones down.
As they sat there, in relative silent and comfort, his mind replayed the scene over their light meal. The tender emotions that had shadowed her eyes and quivered her voice. She’d allowed him to see her vulnerability, even if just a sliver. As she’d opened up to him, something that he didn’t need anyone to tell him was rare for Kindle, he knew her. Even in such a short span of time.
And she had needed him. That fact was palpable between them. The Dominant side of him warned it was only for the skills of relief he’d promised her. However, his soul, the side that controlled the red-blooded male part of him, reveled in the knowledge and wanted more. Even though sex would have pleased and satisfied them both, it was important for him to give her something more.
Something beyond the physical release of his lashes or sex, but the emotional fortification of peace and security. That’s what he offered her.
“Kindle?” He used her given name, so that she would know that the session was complete and she had the ability to refuse his request.
Several long moments passed before she moved, and he almost thought she hadn’t heard him.
Raising her head, she leaned away from him slightly and gazed at him curiously.
“Will you come with me to my room?”
Her gaze lit up, but she lowered her lids, shielding the full view of her expectation from him. “Why, Masaun? I would assume that if an orgasm is off the list for me tonight then so is sex.”
Smiling at the bit of sarcasm in her voice, he continued, “I want to hold you.” He kept himself from saying that he believed she needed it. Knowing Kindle, she would buck against him bringing attention to any emotional chinks she may have and refuse him—denying herself.
“How long?” Her body tensed slightly in his arms.
“However long is needed.” However long you need it.
Her gaze held his, as if searching for those unsaid words. “Yes, Masaun, I’ll stay with you.” The last two words came out on a soft sigh.
His chest swelled high as he took in a breath and absorbed her words. She would trust him more in this moment than when she submitted to his flogger. With her in his arms, he rose. Keeping his hold firm, protecting the precious weight in his arms, he strutted out of the room.
chapter ten
It was before dawn as always when Kindle woke from the sweetest sleep she’d ever had. However, something was different this morning. There wasn’t the sound of early morning city traffic—honking cars and squealing bus brakes—but a calm silence around her. For a moment she didn’t want to get out of the bed. The warmth that surrounded her was intoxicating and alluring. Something pushed at her sleep induced mind, but she held it off. A few more moments, please.
Since she still had a few hours before she had to report to the office before the trial, she could remain in bed for one or two more. Hell, she could even go two hours later and head directly to the courtroom instead of her office first.
The foreign thought was so tempting. Kindle Langston wasn’t the person to ever come in late to work. However, she could see herself remaining right where she was for a little longer. But that wasn’t her style. Sighing, she allowed her mind to open the door to the daily issues and concerns, and one by one, they started to seep in, intrude on her tranquility. Work. Court. Trial. Kristy. And…
“Good morning, Kindle.”
Masaun. Ducking her head beneath the cover, she groaned as everything of the day before came flooding into her memory like the Hoover Dam had burst. She became aware of the difference in her surroundings, the quiet of the secluded Virginia Beach neighborhood, the extremely soft pillow top mattress beneath her nude body and the weight of the arm around her waist cupping her belly, the other under her and holding the opposite hip, and the heat of the big male form behind her. With her face under the comforter she could now smell his robust scent, sweet and peppery. That natural exotic spice awakened other areas of her body.
“How did you sleep?” His voice, low and gravelly, had that early morning sexiness that made her sex begin to throb.
Too well. “Fine,” she mumbled, still not wanting to come out and face the day, or the consequences of her decision. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
His nose brushed aside her hair, now down, and kissed the back of her neck. “You seemed to need it. You were exhausted and asleep by the time I carried you up here.”
“Um, well thank you for that.” She felt embarrassed and shocked that she’d let herself go and actually fallen asleep, like some subdued child instead of the grown, independent woman she was. “I think I should be going.”
Those strong arms tightened around her and his hands began caressing her top hip and her stomach.
“Not yet.” Light kisses ran along the curve of her shoulder and back down to the curve of her neck.
“Masaun—”
“Shh… One more moment.” His touch felt so good, inviting. She snuggled back against him, felt the hardness of his cock imprinted along her spine. He desired her, and that knowledge sparked the memory of her potent need for him last night. A lust that had been withheld, denied her. She moaned, not wanting to end up horny and rejected again.
“I love your skin, Kindle. Your smell.” One hand cupped her breast, palming and squeezing it.
The flesh felt heavy and achy in his hands; she wanted him to pluck and play with her tight nipple as he’d done last night. He’d also left her hanging on the edge, unfulfilled. Would he be that cruel again? Would she allow herself to be pushed to that point again?
His tongue dragged across the tender skin of her shoulder. She hissed, recalling the lashes—stinging yet calming to her stressed mind. Like an addict to a drug she had given her will over to the elixir of the pain, eventually peace.
He worked his other hand between her thighs, coaxing them to part and let him in. Then he was cupping her sex, slipping his fingers in the evidence of her desire.
Her sex was wet and swollen—she needed his touch. She ground her hips and pressed along his cock. They were both aroused, but she knew she should stop this from going further. She’d stayed long enough. Another minute and she could lose her will to leave.
“Maybe I should go-oohh…” She moaned and arched her back as pleasure raced up her spine when he pressed two fingers into her sex. “Oh, shit.”
His thumb fondled her clit as he continued to thrust those broad fingers in and out of her. She clutched the wrist of his arm that was angled between her legs. With the other hand, she reached back and gripped his bare hip, needing purchase. She was spinning fast toward the vortex of completion. Possibly because she’d been so turned on last night, had needed to come only to have it withheld. Punishment.
“Please, Masaun…” she whimpered. Pleading, she struggled to form the words to ask him not to tease her then leave her to ache for him.
“I know what you need, sweetheart.” Taking hold of her top leg, he dragged it back over his thigh, widening her position.
She was now open and available for his naughty, bold strokes. He worked his fingers along her walls and she pumped her hips to meet him, riding his steel cock between the seam of her ass. The sheared hair above his shaft scratched the sensitive flesh of her backside, but she didn’t care.
“Damn, your pussy is so wet.” His touch was merciless and insistent as his palm pressed against her clit each time slid into her.
That tiny echo of pain accompanying the pleasure had her dipping her nails into him. Her orgasm was right on the precipice, needing something to allow her to fall over the cliff into ecstasy.
“Come for me, Kindle. Let go,” he commanded.
He didn’t need to ask twice. That deep timbre of authority was the galvanizing directive her body needed to take her to release.
Screaming and bucking, she came hard as she arched her head back against his shoulder. The haze of pleasure was still hovering around her, but it wasn’t enough, she desired a deeper level of satisfaction. One that wasn’t a solo flight.
“Masaun…I need—”
“What do you need?” His fingers didn’t stop moving within her and the other skilled set was pinching and tugging one of her nipples.
“You. I want you to fuck me.” She was pretty sure she had never said those words to any man before, but this moment was not one for coy seduction. Her body was still humming with desire.
His hands stilled. “Kindle, you don’t have to do that. I’m okay with you taking your pleasure.”
Turning her head, she attempted to find his eyes in the darkness. Barely making out his silhouette in the pre-dawn light that was filtering itself around the thick drapes. “But, I’m not okay with it.”
They sat that way for a moment then she felt his fingers slip from her and he shifted behind her. And he was there, guiding his thick cock inside of her.
The glide was measured, one millimeter at a time, but he didn’t stop. The single stroke went on and on, until he was setting at the mouth of her womb.
She heard him sigh, as if he’d arrived at a desired destination after a long wait.
“Your pussy fits me perfectly, like you were made for me. I want to feel you squeezing me, pulling my orgasm from me.”
His words caressed and filled an empty space within her soul. No one had ever spoken such erotic poetry to her. Wanting to fulfill his need as he’d done hers, she pressed down on him and tightened her walls around him.
“Shit, sweetheart… Just. Like. That.” He thrust hard with each word, robbing her of her breath, erasing every thought she had that wasn’t of him.
Time didn’t matter. Work held no concern. She was here, right now, with Masaun and the world could go to hell around her.
Pulling out all the way, he then paused before his hips pistoned forward hard.
Crying out, she pushed back, meeting him stroke for stroke.
He took hold of her hands in both of his and linked his fingers with hers, as if even though fucking her, he still needed a connection with her. It was intimate.
She couldn’t get enough of him, and it seemed as if he yearned for more of her. They found a rhythm, created a dance to a tune only they could hear.
On and on it went, Masaun burying his stiff cock inside of her and she riding the shaft with vigor. However, the harder and more urgent they claimed each other, the closer it drove them to the end.
Soon, they couldn’t hold off their climax any longer. Kindle came first shaking and crying out her release.
Then Masaun groaned and slammed into her one final time and filled her with the warmth of his essence.
They sat in silence, holding each other and breathing then Masaun pressed his lips to her ear and broke the quiet.
“The intoxicating smell of your pussy is now imbedded in my sheets and will greet me tonight when I come to bed.”
A wave of heat ran through her core, and she shivered.
Releasing one of her hands, he cupped her cheek and turned her face toward him. He kissed her, deep and passionate and robbed her of her breath and sense.
When the kiss ended, he said, “Come on, let’s shower.”
Slipping from her, he rolled out of the bed from the far side. He turned on the lamp on his nightstand before coming around, proud and nude to claim her from the sheets.
Looking up at the sexy man standing before her with his hand out, she didn’t allow herself to feel regret about what had happened between them. Later, maybe, but now she was going to enjoy the momentary escape she found within the walls of his house and his arms.
Taking his hand, she allowed him to help her from the bed. Nude and pleased, she strutted beside him into the large bathroom.
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