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“Please what, Petal?” His voice was demanding, yet tender. “Tell me what you need.”
“You,” she cried out. “I need you.”
He responded with a low groan, coming in closer to press his body against hers. His cock was hard, straining against his jeans as he ground into her.
“I love the way you respond to me.”
He claimed her mouth, kissing her deeply, passionately, while his hands roamed over her body. Since he’d plunged her world into darkness, all of her other senses were on overload.
Gregorio cupped her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples. When she wordlessly sought more, he slid his hands behind her to squeeze her ass, pulling her more tightly against him. She moaned into his mouth, surrendering to his touch, his taste.
Abruptly, he broke the kiss, leaving her gasping. His voice was rough, hungry. “You’re doing so well, Sasha.”
So why had he stopped?
Suddenly, he moved away, and something clattered against metal.
Anticipation coiled within her. She was already so close, every inch of her skin tingling, her pussy aching for release.
Stunning her, the flogger struck her buttocks again, harder this time, striking her with a thuddy impact.
She groaned, trying to push into the cross, but the angle made that impossible.
“Is this what you need?” He landed a series of alternating strokes that built in intensity, each one sending shockwaves through her.
“Feel it, Sasha,” he commanded, his voice hoarse. “Feel the way your body responds to me. My touches. My commands.”
“I do.”So much so that she was flying… The warmth of her skin, the throbbing of her pussy, the painful tightness of her nipples.
The music vibrated around her, and he synched the falls of the flogger to it.
Then… She was lost, drifting on a sea of sensation, anchored to the world only by Gregorio’s voice, by his presence.
He moved around her, trailing the leather strands over her heated flesh. When he flogged her breasts, she cried out, the tingling sharp and intense.
Before she fully registered it, pleasure bloomed, and it was as dark as it was wicked.
A true Master, he followed the more painful strikes with gentle strokes, teasing her nipples.
“My God. Please, Gregorio,” she begged again, her voice barely a whimper. She was so close, hovering on the precipice of something massive, something she desperately needed. “I’m coming apart.”
“Please what, Sasha?” he asked, his voice tight with control. “What do you need?”
With a growl, he dropped the flogger and pressed against her, his hand delving between her thighs. His fingers found her clit, circling it with firm, precise movements. She bucked frantically, arching her body in silent plea.
“Give me the words.”
“I want to come.”
“Yeah. You earned it.” With his hand, he fucked her. “Come for me, Petal,” he whispered in her ear, his voice low and commanding. “Let go.” He found her G-spot. “Show me how much you love this.”
The raw emotion in his voice was too much.
She shattered, her orgasm ripping through her with such force that she screamed and pulled against the restraints.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her through it, pressing a soft kiss to her neck and another to her shoulder. He whispered praises, endearments, his voice anchoring her overwhelmed body.
As she slowly came down from the sensual high, she was teary-eyed. Not from pain or upset, but from the sheer intensity of her emotions. She’d never felt this connected to anyone, this cherished, this taken care of.