Purgatory Masters(22)

“Be still, Maggie. Don’t fight this.”

His level tone broke through the beginnings of her panic and she stopped moving. Her legs shook as his fingers explored more of her sex. First circling, the protruding hot spot and then around her entrance. She tried to keep quiet, even going so far as to bite her lip. But he was driving her insane.

When he pushed a finger inside, she cried out. Sweet heaven that felt good.

“Mmm,” he murmured. “I can only imagine how incredible you’d feel around my dick.”

His earthy words sent Maggie’s pulse into overdrive, beating a harsh rhythm in her ears. His finger pushed deeper and she swore she saw flashes of light at the edge of her vision. He’d strung her so tight the slightest touch was setting her off.

He reached for her breast with his other hand and Maggie tried to brace herself for the added sensations to no avail. His hand tugged at the small fall of beads and a low wail erupted from her throat.

Holy shit! She was literally going to go insane with need. Her body pulsed, her sex squeezed and her stomach quivered uncontrollably. The gathering orgasm pulsed forward.

“So close,” he said seconds before his touch disappeared. “Right where you need to be for your next lesson.

What? Was he crazy?

Tucker returned to the small cabinet near the wall and pulled a crop from a bottom drawer. The slender black implement with its small piece of leather at the end intimidated her. If she thought she had her doubts before, they were twofold now when faced with the real deal. The really scary thing was in the fact that her distaste of such things from her research was quickly giving way to a desire to feel, to please, and to experience the pleasure Tucker had promised.

“What are you going to do?” Her voice trembled.

“Probably not exactly what you’re thinking. Although I do think it’s important to push past your preconceived notions and see first hand if you enjoy it.” He touched the leather tip to her stomach with a barely there brush. “Life’s too short to live in wonder, Maggie.”

The sudden sadness in his eyes shocked her. Was he still talking about her?

“I need to touch you,” she paused. “Sir.”

“I know you do and I promise you will, when the time is right.” He trailed the crop down her hip and the side of her leg all the way to her ankle. “Right now I want to touch you like this. Are there any triggers I should know about that make you reluctant to enjoy my crop?”

“Triggers?” She could barely breath. That feather light touch of leather he continued to apply to her naked body made a rush of need sweep through her. Want.

“Yes. Like any bad experiences that made you afraid of a whip or a spanking.” He hesitated his strokes.

She shook her head. “No. Just. I just—just can’t wrap my head around it.”

He laughed. “Bet you’re starting to wrap that pretty head around it now.” He’d begun tapping the end of the crop against the outside of her thigh in a rhythmic pattern. Before long he tapped across her leg to the inside where more sensitive skin lay.

Maggie wanted something so badly she didn’t know whether to cry or beg. Tears of frustration formed in her eyes.

“It’s okay, pet. Let the emotion wash over you. Trust that I’ve got you.” He nudged her wet folds with the crop all while continuing that crazy tapping. She held her breath when he nudged her clit. A zing of intensity sizzled through her. The ache at her nipples intensified.

She opened her mouth for more air and only managed a few harsh pants. The taps against her flesh grew harder, more intense. Verging on something more. He moved down one leg and up the other, until every inch of her tingled with sensation. Pressure built in her womb as the orgasm she craved more than her next breath grew imminent.

“That’s good. Keep breathing.” She barely heard his words over the buzzing in her ears. She did, however, notice the look in his eyes that gave her all the encouragement she needed. He was now her anchor as layer after layer of sensation built inside her. The thwaps of the crop grew more insistent, leaving a sharp sting in their wake. Still she kept her eyes on his and stayed the course, breathing in and out. It was hard to describe what she felt. It didn’t really hurt. Every slap of leather gave her an odd mixture of both pain and pleasure that she could barely tell apart. Pressure intensified in her pussy in a rush every time the crop landed until she thought she might burst with the gathering desire.

He glanced down and another smile crossed his face. “So beautiful. Your little clit is standing at attention waiting for me to give it what it needs. But first…”