In His Cuffs(8)

His cock hardened. He was trying to give her a way out in case she  didn't want a dozen strands of leather biting at her flesh, especially  since she was face up, leaving her most tender flesh exposed. Instead,  she encouraged him.

He walked to the counter and selected a flogger with fairly thick  strands before returning to her. Her nipples were pebbled, and he could  still see small indentations from the bite of the clamps. "So inviting,"  he said.

"Please."

He'd never been with a woman who seemed to enjoy nipple play as much as  she did. He laid the flogger across her body, just above her pubic bone.

David pinched the pretty pink tips gently, watching her reactions.

She sighed.

He did it again and she closed her eyes.

The third time, he held on tight and pulled hard, distending her nipples  and forcing her to arch her back and shift in her restraints.

Her abandon was intoxicating.

David released her only to take hold again, squeezing brutally, rolling the flesh for added pain.

This time, she breathed hard and opened her eyes, fixing her gaze on his. Trust was reflected in the wide, liquid, brown depths.

He continued to watch her reactions as he pulled up even farther. Her  breaths were forced out in little bursts, but she never protested.

She didn't gasp until he released her. "Sexy, Maggie." He stroked her  pussy, not surprised to find her moist. Damn, he wanted to take her  hard, now. But he'd promised her an orgasm or two, and he intended to  deliver.

Telling himself the wait would make it better for him, he moved between  her legs, leaving the flogger where it was. "I'm going to move back the  part of the table where your butt is resting."

She moved, ineffectually-his restraints prevented her from moving more than a fraction of an inch.

Within moments, her bottom had nothing beneath it. Even if she wanted  to, she couldn't escape his lash. "Your damp cunt is a beautiful sight,  Maggie."

David moved away to take off his clothes then picked up the flogger. "I want you to cry."

"I won't."

"There's not a part of you from the chest down that will escape me," he  told her. The ability to mark all her skin was one of the reasons he  favoured a flogger. He didn't have to be as cautious as he was when  utilising a crop or cane. He just needed to be careful about the  distance and power he used.

He started with the soles of her feet, using the leather lightly. She groaned just a little.

"Ticklish?"

"Not particularly, Mr Tomlinson. That's just … "

He waited.

"New."

"And … "

"Ah!"

He studied her reactions. That wasn't pain on her face, more like confusion.

Before she could become too accustomed, he moved to the front of her  feet, including her toes before working on her ankles. He loved to mix  things up for his subs, giving them a wide variety of sensations. He  didn't mind staying in one place if he was giving an orgasm, but  otherwise, he wanted her entire body sensitised.

He continued with her calves, knees and the fronts of her thighs,  flicking his wrist and alternating on each of her legs. He skipped over  her pussy and went straight for her stomach.

"Mr Tomlinson," she protested.

"In due time," he promised.

"Fuck," she said.

As much as possible, since there was no support for her bottom and she  was partially suspended, she tilted her pelvis, as if that would change  his mind.                       
       
           



       

"You're submitting to my pleasure," he reminded her.

"I thought we were getting to an orgasm."

"You're not nearly ready enough," he said.

She gritted her teeth.

"You're adorable when you're mad," he said.

"I am not adorable," she insisted.

He lashed her belly.

She cried out. But at least he'd silenced her argument.

"You've got a perfect body," he told her. He loved her softness. He knew  she watched her weight, and he'd seen her refuse the pastries that  people brought into the office. From what he'd observed, she allowed  herself the luxury of an unpronounceable frothy coffee drink only on  Fridays. "Made for beatings and sex," he added.

"I-"

"That's my opinion and, at the moment, the only one that matters. Say, ‘Yes, Mr Tomlinson'."

She pursed her lips.

He withheld the lash. "Say it."

Her exhalation was anything but agreeable or feminine. "Yes, Mr Tomlinson."

He immediately resumed his attention.

She relaxed her body again, an outward sign of her submission in a way  that was considerably more meaningful than any mere words would ever be.

In submission, he'd learnt actions should be more carefully regarded  than what was said. People lied all the time, small untruths mainly, as  they tried to spare others from hurt or hide their own feelings. In that  regard, he supposed, a scene wasn't much different from any other area  of life. Employees and associates, even professionals he hired, often  told him what they thought he wanted to hear. But gestures revealed what  lay beneath the veneer.

When she either accepted defeat or claimed victory, her entire being lost its tension.

Keeping her off guard, he switched up his pattern. After whipping her ribs, he flogged her arms and shoulders.

"Sir is driving me mad," she said, her voice a whisper.

"Is that right?" he asked unconcernedly. At his own pace, he moved over her collarbone then down her chest.

"I want … "

"Tell me," he said. He knew what she was going to say, it was obvious, but still, he liked to hear the words.

"Attention."

"I'll make sure I give you everything you can take," he promised.

"On my breasts, Mr Tomlinson. And my pussy. I'm getting horny."

He wished he hadn't asked. Pre-cum leaked from his cockhead. He wanted  to give her everything she desired and it took considerable focus to  continue on his planned path. The longer he took, the more aroused she  would be.

Finally he reached her breasts. He wanted to leave marks that she would see when she dressed for work on Monday.

Her nipples were still hard. He caught the tips and areolas with the  very edge of the leather, flicking his wrist quickly to brutally bite at  the flesh.

She screamed over and over, thrashing her head.

"Good," he said. "Very good. Give me all of your emotions." He adjusted  the grip on the handle of the flogger so he could hit her with the broad  sides of the leather strands rather than with the tips.

She cried out when he caught the underside of her creamy flesh, but she  continued to arch towards him rather than trying to escape.

David took great care with her, ensuring all pain was deliberately inflicted.

She rewarded his efforts with tiny moans punctuated with screams.

Without warning her, he let the strands fall on her pussy.

"Yes. Damn. Yes."

He blazed across her inner thighs and her pussy, giving her no quarter  as each piece of leather fell, bit, caressed. He liked the way her most  private part was exposed with no way for her to pull away even when he  stopped holding back.

Within a minute or two, her breathing settled into a regular pattern.  Everything he dished up, she hungrily accepted. "Pain slut," he said.

"More, more, more," she chanted.

Her wild abandon had earned her an orgasm.

He rubbed the flogger's handle between her slick folds as he swiftly entered her pussy with two fingers.

"I want to come," she said.

"Beg." He decreased the pressure, giving her just enough to keep her on edge but not enough to kick her over it.

"Oh, God, please. Please, Mr Tomlinson, for all that is holy, let me fucking come."

"That's not exactly what I had in mind, Ms Carpenter."

She struggled for purchase. After gasping a couple of times, she said,  "Please, Mr Tomlinson, I'm begging you. Please let me come."

Much better. He finger-fucked her hard as he stimulated her clitoris.

"Sir? Please. Mr Tomlinson."

He saw her whole body shake as she fought to obey him and suppress the  imminent orgasm. He'd known her for months, and he wondered if he'd been  blind. She was perfect in her responses. "Come," he instructed. "Come  now."                       
       
           



       

Maggie moved against him faster and faster, and he responded to her  silent demands, pushing harder, finding her G-spot and pressing against  it.

Her body became racked with tremors and she screamed out her orgasm.

He continued his motions until she shivered a bit. He eased the handle away from her and slowly withdrew from her heated cunt.

She blew out a breath and pulled against the restraints.

"You're a very sexy woman, Maggie." He walked around to the top of the  table, keeping a hand on her at all times in reassurance. Her body was  pink, with several deep red patches. He turned her head so that she  faced him as he stood next to her. "That was one," he said. "Think  you're up for more?"