Page 32 of Master My Love

The thump of the flogger hitting the floor signaled the end—of this round at least. She closed her eyes and let the moment wash over her, a conflicting mix of relief and disappointment.

“What color now, Valerie?”

“Green, master,” she breathed, her voice husky and sounding distant, like it was coming from far away.

“Excellent. I could send you into subspace with a little more effort,” he murmured softly, as if to himself.

Lying there dreamy and relaxed as his fingers traced patterns on her skin, she didn’t ask about subspace because she felt too good, and she didn’t want to do anything to distract him from what he was doing.

“You’ve felt the flogger’s teasing kiss, its biting sting, and the deeper thuddy sensation, making it clear why it’s a must have in any dom’s toy bag. Your body responded eagerly to the lash, but I’m curious to know your thoughts about your first flogging.”

“I’m not so sure about the beginning, but the ending felt really nice. I didn’t want it to stop.”

She heard his deep hum of approval before he murmured, “I could tell. You still have the crop to experience, then both your punishment and makeup lesson will be complete. That doesn’t mean we’re done, however. Following every session with me comes aftercare, which I promise you’re going to like.”

Only a few seconds passed before she felt a light tapping on her bottom followed by athwapas the crop connected. Val sucked in her breath, but more from the sound than the pain. Another followed then another, and many more after that. She’d expected a line of fire from the long, thin shaft. Instead, he seemed to use only the end. It was more like the leather paddle, only on a targeted, much smaller scale.

Unlike the soft fur and his slow, drugging caresses, the crop wasn’t all about pleasure. Her skin prickled and stung when it landed on the floor alongside the flogger some twenty strokes later.

What came next was a different sort of heat tracing little paths over her inflamed cheeks. She twisted as much as the restraints would allow, trying to find Eric, but he was nowhere to be seen. It took her a moment to realize the warm, gentle caresses were actually kisses.

He spread her pussy with his thumbs, and his mouth moved inward to her most intimate parts. Val cried out, her moans echoing up through the rafters as he branded her with the slow drag of his tongue.

“Your ass is a stunning pink all over,” he murmured against her sensitized skin. “And your pussy is drenched. I simply had to have a taste. For being such a good girl during your lesson, you deserve a reward.”

The hot lick of his tongue was almost too much for her to bear.

“Your honey is so damn sweet,” he groaned, the vibration sending delicious shivers coursing through her body. Her hands clenched into fists and her toes curled as he lapped from her clit to her gushing center. And he didn’t stop there, shocking a gasp from her by continuing upward, spreading her cheeks, and circling the small, puckered hole with the tip of his tongue.

She’d never... No one had ever... Not even her husband.

The sensation, both foreign and taboo, had her writhing atop the bench. The intensity of the moment was beyond anything she’d experienced. Then Eric proved her wrong. He dove down, sucked her clit into his mouth, and nipped it with his teeth.

She groaned hoarsely as the pressure of an orgasm mounted. When he introduced two long fingers into her center, it was more than she could take. With a violent shudder, she came hard, her cries of unsurpassed pleasure echoing in the cavernous room.

It had been so long.

What was she thinking? It had never been like that!

Collapsed over the bench, she lay panting and trembling as little aftershocks jolted through her. She sensed him moving around the bench releasing her restraints. Her face burned with embarrassment as he eased her pants and panties back into place but was too weak to move or protest.

The stretchy spandex blend trapped the heat, which wasn’t at all comfortable. Then again, comfort was probably a lot to expect after being punished. In hindsight, she wished she’d worn a dress and could go commando. Next time, she’d know better.

As he helped her off the bench, supporting her weight out of necessity because of her rubbery legs, she wondered if there would be a next time? He had talked about her being his submissive, but in indirect terms, using ifs andhypotheticals. That wasn’t a commitment or statement of intent.

Her confusion must have shown on her face because with a tender smile he bent and kissed her tenderly. “Aftercare includes answeringthe questions I see whirling inside your head, sweetness.”

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her as if she were weightless, to one of the many booths against the wall. As he cuddled her close, brushing light kisses over her cheek and against her hair, she sighed in contentment, all questions and doubts evaporating like a mist in the wind.

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