He walked toward the equipment hanging from the wall. From all the floggers, he picked a whip with a flat leather end. “I want to try out something today. Push you to your limits and hopefully further. You know the stop word, right? Say it.”
“It’s red, master.”
He chuckled softly. “Good.”
He came toward me with steady, paced movement, making me shudder from the way he flicked the whip in his hand. He circled around the chair, his free hand caressing my skin as he went. My breath faltered with each of his steps. Oh, this feeling of utter submission was invigorating.
And then the whip came down on my inner thigh. I screamed from the delicious agony. I wasn’t expecting this, but it wasn’t as harsh as I’d thought. It was sharper, burned more, but wasn’t painful. More like a sting, just like when he’d bitten my nipple.
The leather caressed the skin it had hit. It moved up and down in soft strokes, soothing my thighs.
“How did that feel, Julie?”
“Painful, master.”
“Good or bad.”
I took a moment to think, but then decided. “Good.”
He muffled a laugh. “That’s what I thought.”
He moved the whip along my leg. Then it went up toward my sex. I gasped as he circled my privates with the same tool that could inflict pain. It aroused me to be at the mercy of his desire to torment me. He took off the whip, and then it came down harsh on my left nipple. I squealed from the sharp pain, and my nipple instantly hardened.
“That’s it. Scream, baby.”
The whip came down again, this time on my other breast, making me jerk on the chains.
“Feel it. Feel the pain. Let it give you pleasure,” he said, grunting.
With the leather he smoothed across my skin. I watched him bite his lip as he caressed my entire body with it. It was a game. Dominance was a power play to him. One that visibly turned him on.
“Can you handle it?” he asked.
“Yes, master.”
“Good.” Before I could react, the whip came down on my sex.
I cried out from the sharp pain. It tingled my nerve endings, buzzing underneath my skin.
With the whip he caressed my aching skin, soothing my pussy. He brushed it along my labia, and carefully spread them apart, exposing my clit. Circling the hard end of the leather around my nub, I couldn’t help but close my eyes and heave a sigh.
That was intense. But still delicious.
“You see, now? Pain is not bad. Pain is nice,” he said, and then he walked toward the cabinet at the other end of the room. I looked up and saw him attach something to the whip, but I didn’t know what it was until he came back.
Something tiny and round, made of latex, and it hummed.
A vibrator?
Dominic stood behind me and rested his head on my shoulder. His arms were around me, and he pushed the whip against my pussy. I moaned.
Oh, dear God, yes!
It vibrated against my knob, making me spread my legs apart further. I wanted to feel more of this.
“I want to see you come,” Dominic whispered into my ear. I was hypnotized by his scent and voice.
Dominic kissed me softly on my jaw. His lips brushed along my neck and shoulder, leaving small pecks. He rubbed the vibrator up and down my pussy, sometimes pushing further into my opening. He spread my moist all over my sex and used it to increase his speed.
“Oh, master, more, faster,” I muttered.
The vibrator disappeared. My eyes jerked open as the whip came down, flat side first, on my sex.
I yelped and jolted up in my seat. His strong hand was on my chest, keeping me in place. He gripped my boob tight and pinched my nipple. “Beg me,” he said.
“Master, please, I need more,” I stammered.
He chortled in my ear. “Such a good girl.”
The vibrator was pushed against my nub again, and I moaned loudly. The soft buzzing was an odd, but amazing feeling, combined with the sizzling pain of the spank he just gave me.
“Open your mouth,” he said. I did what he asked, and then he put the end of the flogger he was holding in my mouth. “Bite down and hold it there.”
I frowned. “What?” I barely managed to bring out the word as my tongue was pushed down by it.
“I want you to pleasure yourself,” he said, and then he walked to the front.
Keeping his eyes on me, I felt embarrassed sitting here with the vibrator firmly pushed into my sex, and biting down on the flogger that it was attached to. He licked his lips again, and a sly smile appeared on his face when he saw me struggle to hold on.
Then he started unbuttoning his shirt further.
What is he doing? What am I supposed to do? Just go on like this?
The vibrator hummed against my sex, though I could feel it less than when he was doing it. Meanwhile, I watched him take off his shirt and unzip his pants. It was hard to swallow away the lump in my throat. He took off everything he was wearing, showing me his fully erect glory as he just stood there, watching my flushed face.