"Remember the safe word." He met her gaze and something passed between them: heat and passion, but also a promise. His to take care of her, to take control. Hers to believe him—believe in him, and to surrender She closed her eyes, almost swooning with arousal and love.
He twirled the handle of the flogger in his fingers, the ends of the leather strips flaring out in a circle. She was mesmerized by the spinning flogger, and watched as Elijah disappeared behind her. She waited, eyes closed, for whatever he was going to do.
The first touch of the leather against her leg was soft, so soft against her skin she wasn't sure he'd touched her. But then the sensation moved up her calf, the pressure growing, the softness easing into something sharper as it moved up her inner thigh.
It tickled across her ass, rising higher, and she struggled not to giggle as her muscles clenched. He knew—Elijah knew—she was wildly ticklish over her ribs. The last thing she wanted was to ruin whatever Elijah's image of this scene was, and she was pretty sure giggling wasn't what he expected.
The ends of the flogger rose higher, teasing over her back, and she rose up on her toes, her body arching away from the flogger, pressed against the cross. A wave of unwanted laughter bubbled up, threatening to erupt. She bit her lip, finding it impossible to hold back the rising tide.
The snap of the flogger against the back of her thigh turned the first giggle into a cry of pain. It was sharp, exquisite, so very distant from the soft gentle tickle of the strands. Tears of surprise, and of pleasure, gathered in her eyes.
Elijah swirled the flogger against her legs again, bringing it slowly up her body. She tensed again, but the feathery strokes rose only so far this time, playing over her ass and the backs of her thighs. She relaxed into the sensations, letting the softly erotic rhythm soothe her.
She'd relaxed, buoyed on a rising sea of arousal when the Elijah brought the ends of the flogger across her thighs. It wasn't the sharp sting of before, but a wash of leather against her body. It was an odd heavy feeling, and it sent her slightly off balance. But then Elijah brought the flogger against her other leg, and she shifted against the cuffs.
Elijah made a sound behind her, a noise she recognized as a grunt of frustration. For a moment she tensed, mentally replaying everything she'd done, looking for her mistake. But Elijah always told her when she'd made a mistake. For a moment she panicked.
She heard him pacing behind her, the swish and snap of the flogger, but nothing touched her. Then it dawned on her; he was frustrated with himself. This had never happened. She longed to turn around, to say something, but that would be the worst thing to do. He needed to control this, to gain control. The best way she could show support was to stand and wait.
After a few minutes, the pacing stopped, but the snaps of the flogger against the floor continued to punctuate the silence. Even without looking she knew he was standing behind her. She closed her eyes and waited, trying to imagine what he was seeing, how it must be for him. Thinking, planning, putting her safety first, but their pleasure together. The responsibility was tremendous, but there was no one but Elijah she'd trust to put her here, to do this to her.
The bite of the flogger against her ass was a painful relief. It was sharp and brief—perfect—and she exhaled, hands pulling against the cuffs. It drove all thoughts out of her head, every fiber of her being focused now on the pain, as it changed, faded. And then she was anticipating the next blow.
It came quickly, and, in it, she knew he'd worked out how it should be, and she smiled. The blows came quickly, each precisely aligned on the backs of her thighs, alternating, working up toward her ass. They were spaced so each hit built on the pain from the last hit, keeping the pain on the surface, keeping it sharp and exquisitely painful.
She clutched the chains above the cuffs, fingers wrapped around the cold steel. This was what she loved, the repetition, the building of sensations—of pain—Elijah there in her mind, always in her mind, but she was no longer focused on him. He was the instrument behind the instrument inflicting these amazing feelings.
In her mind, behind her tightly closed eyes, she saw the arc of the leather strips as they cut through the air. They left a trail of light, gold as they moved, crimson as they hit her skin.
But the pain began to blend, to meld into heat, branding her skin. For a moment, she hung from the cuffs, the pain slowly changing in that amazing and subtle way it did into arousal. She could never define the precise moment; no matter how many times Elijah had asked her to tell him. It happened, and then she was completely overcome.
She arched back suddenly, her legs straining, rising up on her toes. The cuffs bit into her ankles and wrists, but the pain only fueled her arousal. With a sudden cry, her head fell back and the first awakening jolt of her orgasm shuddered through her.
Elijah knew her, knew every nuance of her movements. For a moment, her mind screamed his name, begging, pleading silently with him to let her come, not to hold back.
But he continued striking her, the leather biting into her skin. With each kiss of the leather, she jerked, her body moving closer, unable now to stop, even if she wanted to—even if Elijah had asked her to. She was beyond her own control.
She heard the sounds and then realized it was her voice, her scream as she came, her body arching against the cross, her hips thrust forward against the wood, her thighs aching with tension. If Elijah continued to strike her, she didn't know, couldn't know. She wasn't part of this world any more. She was in a space only being with Elijah could send her. She was free.
"Skye."
His voice was distant, and she blinked her eyes open. She was here, feet on the floor, Elijah unclasping one wrist. The other was free, and as he undid the buckle, she sagged, her knees giving out. Elijah caught her around the waist, easing her to the floor.
"You okay?" He rested beneath her, jean-clad legs splayed as she settled against him. She nodded, not sure of her voice.
"You're not under obedience. Did you like this? How did it feel?"
She smiled up at him, resting against his shoulder. "I'm fine. I like this new toy of yours very much."
"But how did it feel? You went off—gone—in a heartbeat. It was amazing to watch."
"It was… new. And different…" She was lost for words, and she felt bad for Elijah, that there was really no way for him to know what she felt. But this was different.
"Can I just sit with this for a while? I want to think about what happened." What was wanted was to play it over in her mind, to slow it down, to relive each stroke over and over.
"Yeah, sure." He hugged her. But she thought he sounded disappointed. She struggled to rise up on her knees. Her thighs ached and her ass stung. But that could wait. She knelt in front of him, fingers resting on his cheek.
"This was amazing. Thank you. I want to share it with you, but it's too new, too raw. I don't even know how I feel yet. Okay?"
He nodded, and then smiled "Yeah. That makes sense." He leaned forward, kissing the end of her nose.
"There's no hurry. Whenever you're ready, I'm here."
She sank back against him. For a moment, it didn't matter what she said, or he said. It was perfect between them: the pain, the love, and everything that came after.
Chapter 16
A Month Later…
It was the night before the trip to Oklahoma and they had just finished packing. He rushed to her, wrapping his hand around her waist and planting a deep kiss upon her.
"Elijah, don't you think someone will see us?" Skye asked, breaking off their kiss.
"Do you wanna stop now?" He pulled her in and erased her thoughts with another deep passionate kiss.
He was right, she didn't want to stop. This was too good. Pulling away yet again, Skye scrutinized her surroundings. Being at her studio was dangerous, especially because there were so many windows for her own natural light. At any minute, someone could walk in or even look in from the windows and see them. Tugging onto his tie, she gave him a devious
little grin. "It's a good thing I know the manager don't you think?" She whipped a small bunch of keys from her pocket, leading him to the room way off in the back.
Pushing one of the keys into the lock she opened the door to manager's office and led him in. "How did you get those?" Elijah asked with fake curiosity in his tone.
"I know how to make things happen," Skye teased, "and I can think of a few things we can do with this tie right now."
"Oh really, well do tell me. What devious little thoughts do you have in mind?" He traced along her plump red lips with the tip of his tie.
"Blindfold, mouth gag, hand tie," she listed and chuckled playfully.
"Hmmm," he pondered loudly. "See I only have one tie but I'd like to do all these things at the same time."
"Interesting. How about this, less thinking, more doing." She pulled him into another kiss, this time stretching her hand out to the wall to turn off the lights. "No need for a blindfold now," she whispered in the darkness.
Elijah didn't reply with words. Instead, he spoke with his tongue, kissing her furiously as he worked the zipper of her tight figure hugging mini dress. As the dress crumbled at her feet, he turned her around, her front now facing the wall. With both hands stretched out to the wall, she arched her lower body out, grinding her bum against the crotch of his pants.
When he realized that she was without underwear, he took a sharp deep breath, delighted by his new discovery.
"Naughty tonight are we?" he teased, delivering a firm smack across one of her plump cheeks.
"Oh, yes, very naughty," Skye moaned, pushing harder against him.
Slowly he dropped down to his knees, trailing a line of soft kisses down her back and stopping when he got to her nicely rounded bum. He sunk his fingers into her plump cheeks massaging as he kissed and sucked her soft flesh.
A tiny whimper left her lips when his open palm made contact with her flesh as he delivered hard smack to her. Sharp jolts of pain cut through her body and she tried to grip unto the wall but to no avail. He gently massaged the area, rotating his hand in several small circular motions, soothing the pain away as he did. Gripping each check firmly, he spread them and stroked her pussy from behind with his tongue, arching his head between her legs.
Skye moaned, unable to keep still as he pleasured her from behind with his deliciously satisfying tongue. His grip tightened and he hiked her cheeks up, flicking his tongue in and out of her pussy.
"Oh, Elijah," her strained voice was low as if she were begging him for more.
Darting his tongue into her, his hand massaged her plump softness, delivering yet another hard smack that sounded through the darkness of the room. "Good God!" She squealed, closing her eyes as she gave into the sweet pain he was evoking upon her.
He continued to stroke her inner flesh, smacking her ass occasionally as he went along. Each hard smack that he gave made her knees buckle and a jolt of painful pleasure gripped her. His soothing touch seemed to take away the pain of the smack and she soon wanted more.
Elijah rose to his feet and his lean body pressed up against hers as he drew closer. "I'm going to tear that tight little ass up," he whispered his tone deep and filled with hunger.
His words did something to her; she wanted him more than ever in that moment. The feel of him against her and the warmth of his heavy breaths on her flesh heightened her anticipation for him. She'd had anal sex a few times in the past, none quite as enjoyable as she wished it would be. However, tonight with Elijah, she knew he wouldn't disappoint her. There was just something about him that made her feel like he was an expert at what he was doing. "Please, Master."
He wrapped his hand around her body cupping her melon shaped breasts and kneading them together. Her arousal flared and her body seemed to tense to his delightful caresses. Skye moaned, her voice low and filled with need, as he continued to fondle her breasts. He kissed and sucked on the flesh at the nape of her neck passionately.
"Oh, Master," she cried out his name, tilting her neck to the side slightly and giving him better access to her neck.
Ending his little delicious torture, he turned her to him and their lips meet in a succulent pull, his tongue exploring the warmth of her mouth with a sensational greed. Suddenly, she pulled away. "I want to taste you," she uttered, and before he could reply, she dropped down to her knees, unbuckling his belt. She quickly undid his zipper and slipped her hands into his trousers in search of his erection
He grunted as her hand made contact with his entrenched cock. Whipping him out from the fabric of his pants, Skye stroked his flesh, her grip firm but gentle as she worked her hand up and down his cock. Swiping her tongue along the tip of his smooth, slightly swollen head, her heart raced as he grimaced with pleasure.
Skye stroked his cock with a series of firm fluid motions, sucking and kissing him as she went along. As she caressed him, he knotted his fingers in her hair, gripping her lips harder onto him and thrusting his cock to her mouth.
He felt so good in her mouth, so full of life; a thick pulsating rigid source of heat going into her mouth and nearly touching the back of her throat. With one hand clasped around the girth of his length, she used her free hand to fondle his balls increasing his pleasure further. Elijah groaned desperate to feel the wetness of her hugging his cock.
Finally, without warning, he stepped back trying his utmost best to control himself. He needed to thrust his throbbing cock into her pussy, she could tell by the hard pants he took.
Turning around, she arched her body against his presenting him with her pussy from behind. But he moved higher, to the tight rim of her anus, bringing his tongue to her opening for a few seconds to lubricate it sufficiently. He straightened up, his fingers stroking her wet pussy and swabbing her anus with some of her juices.
Parting her ass cheeks with his hands, he positioned his cock at the tiny entrance of her back door. Slowly, he breeched the tightness of her anus, her body tensing as he penetrated her. He gripped harder, going deeper into her until his groin made contact with her plump ass cheeks.
Skye moaned, closing her eyes as he began working his way in and out of her, pumping harder and faster with each passing second. Each time his body slammed against her bum, a loud smack was heard and tiny tingles shuddered through her body. The pain that she felt was soon forgotten as he skillfully slipped his fingers around to reach her sensitive region. Stroking her clitoris with his index and middle fingers, he shifted the tides and delicious sensations washed over her.
"Come, baby girl. Give me your pleasure."
She arched her ass against him as he rammed himself harder into her, so hard that she screamed out his name, oblivious to the fact that someone could possibly hear them. His hand quickly left her pussy and covered her mouth, muffling her loud ecstatic cries as he buried his cock into her ass with little mercy. Each hard thrust made her body quiver with delight and her breathing became short sharp gasps of air. Skye could hear him behind her groaning as he increased the momentum of his thrusts.
Hot and boiling over with passion, she cried and begged for more, and he happily delivered. Slamming into her ass faster and harder while his other hand tugged on her hair as he straddled her from behind.
They moved in sync, their bodies writhing and their moaning and groaning harmonizing like a song. Each minute seemed like heaven and Skye thought she'd come before him, but didn't. As he slammed into her, he gripped her petite waist pressing her body up against the wall giving her several quick but powerful thrusts, flooding her anus with his lava.
Elijah continued moving into her until he'd emptied the last dollop of cum into her anus. Slipping his semi erect cock from her, he picked her up and brought her to the small desk, sitting her upon it. He carefully parted her legs and buried his tongue into her pussy, eating her out as if she were his favorite ice cream on a cone.
"Come for me again, Skye. Good girl." Tiny spasms shot through her being as his tongue lapped at her juices over and over again, until she shook fro
m the intensity of a mind-blowing orgasm that ripped through her very soul. With trembling knees, she tried to take in air, satisfied by his intimate kisses. "Good girl," he whispered to her over and over as he held her shaking body in his arms. He felt it just as she did. He knew what she was feeling. "It will be okay, Skye. I promise."
And it was.
The End
Summer Graystone
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