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His second stroke was slightly harder, making her moan a little.
“Keep breathing, Sasha,” he reminded her gently, landing another stroke. “The more relaxed you are, the more enjoyable this will be.”
She wasn’t sure enjoyable was the right word.
“In and out. Slowly. Measured.”
She focused on doing as he said, matching the rhythm of the flogger’s falls.
Each of his strokes made her skin warmer, and that heat radiated through her whole body.
“That’s it. Find your pace.”
On and on he went, and she squirmed as the sensations began to overwhelm her. But his restraints held her in place, forcing her to accept whatever he chose to give.
“Your body is turning the most beautiful shade.”
He moved the implement lower, landing the leather strands on her upper thighs.
She yelped and tried to close her legs, but the cross kept her spread open.
Then, shockingly, her pussy began to throb.
He teased her inner thighs with lighter strokes, making her whimper and writhe. Then, without warning, he swung the flogger directly between her legs, the falls smacking against her pussy lips.
She cried out, more from shock than pain. The sensation was indescribable, raw and intense.
“How was that?”
Maybe because he’d spanked her there earlier, her flesh was more sensitive than ever.
“You liked it, didn’t you?”
Much as she wanted to, she couldn’t deny what he’d said.
She was on fire, every nerve ending alive and yearning for more.
“Sasha?”
“Yes,”she admitted on a whisper.
“That’s my girl.” He gave her more, alternating between harder strokes on her buttocks and softer, teasing ones on her breasts, her pussy, her thighs.
Suddenly, he cupped her sex and slid his fingers through her damp folds.
“You’re soaked, Petal.”
Helplessly she jerked forward, seeking more.
He played with her clit, pinching and rolling it gently between his fingers, then smacking it lightly.
Combined with what he’d done to her earlier, he was overwhelming her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
But he wasn’t done tormenting her yet.
He moved around to her front, the flogger now dancing across her breasts. The falls caught her nipples, making them harden into tight peaks. Each stroke sent jolts of pleasure-pain directly to her core. She panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body shivering with need.
“Please,” she begged, not even sure what she was asking for.