“You’re doing so well, Isa. Just a little more, my love.”
No. I can’t. I can’t.
He gets up off the bed and I think he’s done, but to my horror he comes back with the whip. No. I can’t take anymore. Please…
He stands at the foot of the bed and starts whipping my back, ass and thighs, gently at first and harder with each subsequent snap.
Jolts of pain and electricity surge throughout my body and I float out of myself and watch from above. Dylan looks beautiful punishing me. I look beautiful, too; much more beautiful than I thought I ever would. I’m being such a good girl for him. He loves me. I know he does. He doesn’t look cruel; he looks peaceful while he does this. He looks content and satisfied. Yes – I want him to be content and satisfied. I can do this for him. I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t enjoy this. Yes. I enjoy it. More than that – I love it.
As he continues to bring the whip across my ass, it happens without warning – I come. I scream out and my body goes into post orgasmic convulsions. Finally the whipping stops. When Dylan flips me over, he looks confused, but he’s smiling mischievously.
From Becoming Sir
Ultimate Power
Preparing to test his mental limits and learn from Sarah’s vast experience, Sawyer dressed down in loose-fitting running pants, socks and a tank top while she unclothed herself down to her bra and panties, and spread out on his bed.
“It’s times like these I wish I had my own dungeon,” he commented.
She giggled, raised her arms above her head and grinned. “Dungeons are over-rated. A good quality, under-mattress tie-down set and waterproof sheets are all you really need to get the job done.”
“I’ll have to look into that,” he laughed as he picked out a slow intense song for the occasion.
“I have one that I’d be happy to donate toward your educational endeavors if you’re interested. It might as well get put to good use, and since there’s no Master in my foreseeable future, it’s all yours.”
So Sarah had made the choice for him. Standing at the foot of the bed, Sawyer watched her closely, slightly put off by her statement. He had never misjudged a situation so badly in his life. After everything they had shared, it shouldn’t have surprised him that she didn’t want a future with him.
Lifting her head, Sarah gave him a puzzled look. “Is something wrong?”
“I just thought…” he gritted his teeth. “Are you sure about this?” he changed the subject.
“Yes. Since I won’t be able to speak, I’ll touch your chest or forearm as a signal to stop action. Come closer and straddle me,” she instructed.
He reached for his phone and cued Love Songs, Drug Songs and Inconsolable by X Ambassadors.
He needed the music to calm him. The song began and he let the sexy words wash over him before climbing onto the bed. He did as he was told, placing his legs on either side of Sarah’s chest as she lay splayed out on his queen-sized bed. Taking his hand, she guided it to her throat as he wrapped his long fingers around her neck.
“I’ll keep my hand on yours for starters. Master Doug used to say it was all in my eyes, so keep a close watch on them. Gently, squeeze, like this…” she applied pressure over his hand, her breath hitching slightly and her eyes rolling back. He was mesmerized by what he was seeing - his hand wrapped seductively around the delicate neck of a beautiful, willing participant. Who would’ve ever thought something so disturbing could be so erotic and exciting.
“Yes, like that,” she squeaked out lustily, her body twisting beneath him. Only a few seconds later, she released his hand. When his grip loosened, she took in a slow deep breath.
“God, that feels so good, Sawyer,” she panted out. “Again, a little harder and longer this time. Wait for my sign.”
Sawyer’s cock hardened when Sarah once again guided his hand to her neck and applied pressure to her carotid artery. He thought taking Ciara the way he had felt powerful, but it didn’t compare to what he was feeling at this moment. How could he be aroused by something so unsettling? Conflicted by his feelings of shame and arousal, he did his best to brush them off like he had with Ciara. It was time to awaken his true sexual desires and give Sarah what she was undeniably turned on by.
Slowly, his grip intensified and Sarah’s gaze drifted to some other place. The color of her eyes reminded him of the sea, shimmering like pools of deep blue, still water. His eyes darted back and forth between each of her eyes, seeking out the sign that he was delivering too much pressure, but he saw nothing and began to worry maybe he had missed it. He attempted to loosen his hold, but Sarah mouthed the word ‘more.’ Her eyes widened infinitesimally and her pupils flared. In a flash she released his hand and touched his forearm. Immediately, he let her go and she inhaled sharply.