Page 33 of Master Cole

Her head was turned to the side, her mouth open and her breathing rapid. “You’re moving around too much.” He slid the new restraint around her waist and secured it to the X frame.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. “Sir, please, Sir.” Janie tried to move but couldn’t.

“You do please me, pet,” he whispered, adjusting the wand back where it belonged, and she let out a moan.

Picking up the flogger once again, he slowly swatted her butt, enjoying her soft moans and groans. He loved each and every one of them. After a few minutes, he stopped flogging and ran his hands over her ass.

Hot to the touch, but also very firm. “Please, Sir.”

“Please what?” She shook her head. He wanted her to voice her needs, her wants, everything. He stepped away from her, and she softly called his name. He allowed the break in protocol for now.

At the small table, he picked up the remote and turned the wand up. It was one of the things he loved about this new wand—it had multiple speeds. Usually they just came with low or high, but this one he’d had specially made from a company that allowed several different speeds. It started on two, then four, then six, all the way to ten. He didn’t think Janie would make it to ten, but he was going to have fun pushing her.

Cole picked up the feather duster and ran it down her back. Sweet moans left her lips as goosebumps popped out on her flesh. “Beautiful skin, it reacts so well to my toys.”

“Cole ... Sir ... please.” A fine shiver shook her.

“Oh, I will please you.” He ran the feather along her skin, teasing the sides of her breasts, down her legs, around her ass. Her skin flushed, and her moans grew louder, but she didn’t say the words to him.

Her body shook within the restraints, so it wouldn’t be long now. He took a step back, and she cried out, her first orgasm taking over. Cole grinned, but it was only the beginning. He turned the wand up another setting.

Fuck. Janie said in her head over and over. What did Cole want from her? He flogged her and teased her with a feather, but now he turned the wand up again.

Her clit throbbed against the toy. Her core muscles clenched, wanting something to hold onto. And damn it, she couldn’t move. She couldn’t lower her arms to take the pressure off her clit, and when he secured her waist ... she couldn’t do anything but let the vibrations flow through her.

So delicious, so wicked, and so tormenting. And she wanted more. How crazy was that? No, it really wasn’t crazy. Cole’s torment was like a delicious waterfall over her body. She didn’t know what he was up to, but she’d outlast him even if it killed her. And it just might.

Already her stomach was tightening with another impending climax. Surely he’d turn the darn toy off if she came again. But no, he left it running. Her stomach was already quivering with another impending climax.

“Let go, Janie,” Cole whispered.

“What?” She forced her eyes open to see Cole staring at her.

“Let go. I’ll catch you.”

What the hell was he talking about? Her fingers curled into her palms as yet another climax shook her body. “Cole ... Sir,” she started when she got her breath back. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Cole moved closer until his breath brushed her cheek. “I’m talking about you fighting what is happening to you right now.” His palm brushed over her back, sending tendrils of pleasure through her nerves. “Let go, Janie. Let the pleasure take you away.”

She closed her eyes. Let the pleasure take her? Her clit pulsed in time with the damn wand, and her core tightened. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to uncurl her fingers and let her muscles relax.

“Oh, my,” she whispered as she allowed the climax to flow through her. It was like riding a wave of pleasure. The world turned blue, then purple, and then she was floating away on a sea of bliss.

“That’s my girl.” The wand was turned off, and Janie sagged in the restraints. “I’m so proud of you,” Cole whispered as he removed the wand and the strap holding her waist. He set them on the side table before reaching down and undoing her ankle restraints.

He placed his chest against her back, his leg between hers as he released her wrists. Janie collapsed into his hold. Cradling her in his arms, he made his way over to the overstuffed chair, grabbed the blanket he’d placed there earlier, and sat down.

Cole pulled the blanket over Janie as she lay against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. She’d done it, she’d let go. For him. “You are so beautiful when you let go,” he whispered to her. “My Janie. My brave Janie. What am I going to do?”

That was a question he would have to answer soon, because he was falling in deeper every day, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to escape any more.

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