Page 52 of Learn For Me

Plenty of lube and firm pressure eased the small toy deep, settling the flared base into position as Olivia’s hips twisted to escape it. “There, Livvy. Relax now, all done.”

“It burns.”

Zeke stroked her ass. If she thought a tiny plug the size of his finger was uncomfortable, accepting his cock was gonna open her eyes to the dual-edged sword that was anal sex. Pleasure and pain balanced on the same fine line. “It’ll pass. What’s your color?”

There was a pause as she assessed herself; a quality he admired. Some subs were quick to respond, answering without fully appraising what was happening inside them, but Olivia took the time to make sure her reply was honest. “Green, Sir.”

“That’s my girl.” Picking up the remaining set of cuffs, he restrained her ankles with the same care he’d taken with her wrists, then attached them to the quick release cords bolted to the short posts at the foot of the bed. “How about now?”

The cords didn’t have much give in them. The length ensured her legs weren’t spread painfully wide, but they didn’t allow her a lot of room to move either. Her calf muscles flexed as she tried to draw her legs beneath her. “S-Still okay, Sir.”

“Good girl. There’s nothing to worry about, Livvy. The restraints can be undone in seconds,” he assured her as he stripped off his shirt and cast it aside. A quick trip to the toy cupboard yielded a deerskin flogger with nine-inch falls, the perfect introduction for a novice. “We’re keepin’ this simple tonight. I’m gonna make you fly, then give you the orgasm I’ve denied you all evenin’. Think you can handle that?”

“Yes, please.” Her cheek rubbed against the sheets as she nodded. “Please, Sir.”

Flogging was an artform, one he loved. It was all in the wrist, as far as he was concerned; arousing a sub was as attainable with soft, slow lashes as it was with hard, stinging blows. Without knowing her pain limitations yet, he was willing to take his time and build her up.

Tickling her shoulders with the tips, he trailed the flogger down her back, over the jut of her ass. Up and down, again and again, until the rigid set of her muscles turned fluid. Her small noises of appreciation made him smile just as much as the subtle softening of her position.

Submission.

It was a beautiful journey, especially when her honest emotions made it so damn enjoyable. With her, enjoyment became somethingmore.He found himself admiring the pinkening of her skin, paying more attention to her signals. When she relaxed and entrusted herself in his care, it was like feeling pieces click into place, unifying them.

The flogger kissed her flesh as though the fronds were an extension of his mouth. Adding a little bite to those kisses, Zeke watched her intensely for signs of discomfort or panic. Her quiet moan of approval silenced his concerns, and he upped the ante again, taking care not to strike any of her vulnerable spots as the deerskin smacked down again and again.

As the strokes became increasingly harder, he limited them to her ass and the backs of her thighs. The sounds she offered in return were darker, deeper, than he’d heard before.

Gloriously raw.

“Color, Olivia.”

The eye closest to him rolled in his direction, heavy and dazed. When she spoke, her voice was thick and slurred. “I think I’m a rainbow.”

“Need somethin’ more specific than that, angel.”

“Hmm. Purple.”

Instinctively, he slowed the lashes. Flying her like a kite was all well and good, until she forgot how to safeword. When they gained a better understanding of what the other was capable of, he’d risk letting her soar without strings, but for her first real scene, he thought a hand on those strings might be best.

Subspace came with consequences; subdrop wasn’t fun and games.

Setting the flogger down, Zeke ran his hands down her bound arms, checking her fingers for color and warmth. He couldn’t help but smile when they squeezed around his, grasping his index finger. “Any tingling, Livvy?”

“Lots,” she said with a giggle. “But you’re miles away from them.”

“Your pussy is gonna get what it deserves,” he replied with a dark hum of approval. Pleased that her hands were warm and pink, he trailed his fingers down to her feet, skimming the tips over her exposed soles.

Manic laughter erupted, her feet kicking futilely against the restraints, trying to escape. “No tickling! Please, God, no tickling!”

His smile grew wolfish. The one thing a Dom like him loved playing with was a weakness, and tickling was such a fun vulnerability. Sliding one hand between her thighs, he thrust two fingers into her pussy, feeling her stretch delightfully around the intrusion. Juices all but poured into his hand, slick and copious.

With his other hand, he attacked the smooth sole of her left foot.

Olivia wriggled and bucked, squealing and moaning in rapid succession. Her hips tried to ride his fingers even as her legs shivered and made a good attempt at evading the torture. Her inner muscles were spasming, sucking on his digits, drawing him deeper. “Master Zeke, stop! Stop! I’m going to pee! I swear I’m going to—”

Before she orgasmed, he cut off all contact. Edging her one last time for the night. Her outraged cry was strangely satisfying, and he absorbed her frustration as he stripped off his jeans and boxers.

Her poor pussy clenched on emptiness, her thighs quivering with anticipation.

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