Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 145091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
She was glad her hands were tied down because she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t have reached down to hurry him up. The impulse to drag his fingers where she wanted them was almost overwhelming, but those bonds held tight. She was forced to wait as his fingers made slow progress.
“I hope you’re right. I hope that pussy is getting wet. Otherwise I’ll have to try something else, and I so wanted to flog you. What do you like, baby? A thud? A sting? Would you like me to warm you up with this crop, to make you squirm and cry, and then take out a flogger with soft falls and make everything better? I’ll have to touch you often to make sure the therapy is working.”
Therapy. She would need a lot of therapy after all this because it was working so well on her. Her whole body was primed, and he’d barely touched her. Her nipples were tight, breasts ready to be cupped.
“I want that. I want everything you said.”
“Well, you have to give me what I want, and I want this pussy wet,” he demanded. “I want it soaking wet. I want it begging for me to touch it.”
There was zero chance she was holding out on him. Not when his hand was so damn close to her pussy.
“Please touch me.”
The pad of his finger slipped over her clitoris, and she forgot to breathe. She wanted that finger to stay there, to rub her and make her come, but it didn’t. His hand slipped lower and dipped inside her.
Easily, because she was so damn wet.
“Oh, that’s exactly what I wanted.” His breath was hot against her ear, and he slowly pressed his finger inside.
It wasn’t nearly enough, but she pressed against him.
And then he dragged his hand away. “Not yet.”
She growled and then felt a nip to her ear that sent a shudder through her.
“Be a good girl,” he commanded.
He wasn’t making it easy on her. She wanted the orgasm, but the point was to heighten it, to make her wait for it so when it came it took her breath away.
Like this man always did.
She let that thought float away, too, as he stepped back.
“You still taste sweeter than any honey,” he whispered.
She didn’t have to see him to know what he’d done. He’d taken those soaked fingers into his mouth and sucked them dry.
That shouldn’t be so sexy, but it was.
The first crack of the crop hit her, sounding before she felt the sweet sting.
And then again. And again. He peppered his strikes all over her ass and thighs, stopping where her boots began.
What would it be like if he had access to every inch of her skin? If they were alone and she was tied to a bed and he could do anything he wanted to her?
Her head fell forward with the next strike, pain flashing through her and making her groan.
His hand cupped her ass. She would feel that tomorrow, a pleasant ache that would remind her of the night before.
“Where are you, Taylor? On the stoplight?”
He was asking her to tell him how she felt, where her anxiety was. Many D/s couples used a stoplight system to communicate. Red meant stop. Yellow would tell Drake she was entering a territory she wasn’t entirely comfortable with, and he should be careful. But she only had one answer. “I’m green, Sir. I liked the crop.”
“I’m glad.” He was behind her again, and she felt the leather tip of the crop run along her inner thigh. “A little wider.”
She changed her stance, giving him the access he’d requested, and the crop moved up her core, the tip brushing her pussy.
Her body went tight. This was what she loved. She couldn’t be sure what he would do. He could press that tip and rub her with it. He could slap her pussy and make her cry out. He could keep moving.
The anticipation heightened the pleasure that was sure to come.
He eased the crop over her mound and up to caress her clit. “I think we can move to your flogging after we settle a little business.”
She hoped he was talking about the same kind of “business” she needed. “Whatever Sir wants.”
“That’s what I like to hear, baby. Anything I want. What I want right now is for you to come against my fingers. I want to feel you come all over my fingers. Can you do that for me? Can you squeeze that pussy and soak my hand?”
She nodded as she spoke. “Yes. Yes, Sir.”
“Then show me.”
One hand worked its way inside her thong while the other kept the crop close, caressing her and reminding her that punishment could start again at any time. He could take that crop back to her ass and she wouldn’t get the orgasm he was promising.