Page 77 of Unfolding Kiara

She fidgeted and looked so vulnerable, alone, and nervous. Good, I wanted her to feel vulnerable so I could break that tension when I fucked her. With my finger, I traced the spine of her back, loving the way she trembled, her body reacting to my small touches.

“Close your eyes,” I whispered, standing behind her and gathering her hair over her shoulder. When I was sure she was keeping her eyes closed, I wrapped black silk around them, tying it securely. The way her breathing had increased, I knew it was affecting her more than she let on.

Good, I wanted to test her limits.

Opening the chest of drawers from the corner of my room, I pulled out a coil of rope and sharp scissors to cut it in half. Making sure her wrists were pressed against each other, I took the rope in my hand and slowly passed it around her hands, binding them together.

Kiara tensed. “Ethan.”

“You can use your safe words.” Tugging on the rope, I looked at her and asked, “Too tight?”

She tried pulling her hands free and shook her head. Kiara looked stunning with her eyes blindfolded and wrists bound, completely trusting me with her body. But not her mind. We would get there soon enough. There was so much I wanted to try with her that I knew tonight would fall short.

She desperately tried to feel or hear what was happening around her. Her body squirmed with anticipation and lust. She bit her lip and her slender neck bobbed as she swallowed nervously. I enjoyed seeing her like that, restrained and not knowing what to do, under my control.

Her flushed body was begging me to touch her, devour her and fuck her. But notyet.

I trailed the flogger over her tanned legs, letting her feel the tips of leather brush against her soft golden skin while her breathing grew erratic. It was black leather and medium in size, not too large or small for her. The end of the tassels would bring her both pain and pleasure. I saw her tongue flick out to wet her lips when I trailed the flogger over her inner thigh, working my way up and stopping abruptly. I started all over again from the other leg. I bit back a smirk when she sighed in disappointment, teasing her again.

Her body trembled when I let the tips of the leather trail over her arms, a soft sigh releasing from her lips. Kiara was enjoying the slight brushes of the flogger. I struck the flogger on her inner thigh without a warning as her back arched, and a soft groan left her lips. There was a pink hue pelt where I had struck, and I did it again but on the inside of her other thigh. I made sure it was a light smack just to get her body to release more endorphins and nothing more.

I repeated the smacks and strikes on her legs and arms, sometimes on her stomach, her body arching a bit every time as she bit her lip.

“Raise your hands,” I ordered. Her bound wrists lifting and making her tits arch.

With a flick of the wrist, I gave a swift and sharp smack to her left breast with the flogger, and she moaned with the mixture of pain and pleasure. Red hue bloomed on her breasts, her back arching again as I repeated my actions on her other breast.

“Oh, Ethan,” she whimpered.

“Take a deep breath, Bella.”

She did and exhaled sharply as the tips of the flogger struck on her erogenous zones. We were in a rhythm. I struck, and she converted the pain to pleasure. Soon, her body relaxed and wanted more. I watched in awe as she let out a long moan. Her breasts were a soft hue of pink, heaving up and down as her sex glistened with more arousal. Even her round ass had red prints of the flogger on it.

“Stop wriggling,” I said, flogging her on her heated sex.

Kiara heaved a sharp breath. “Please. . .” she breathed, struggling with her binds and standing still, “I am so close.”

I flogged her again on her aching pussy. “You are not going to come until I tell you to.”

I wasn’t done, even though I could see her legs shaking when she bit back a moan. Sweat sheeted her taut, golden skin as I continued flogging her with little smacks, just teasing her as she held back her orgasm for me. When a small sob escaped her lips, I stopped, panting hard and watching her body quiver. Red hues flushed her golden skin.

Dropping the flogger, I gently lowered her arms and massaged the skin to get the blood flowing. I kissed the slope of her neck, her breathing coming back to normal.

“You okay?”

She nodded, looking away from me, and I knew she was not okay. She was just flogged by me, and the endorphins and other hormones were confusing her mind.

I laid her down on the bed. She hissed when her burning ass met the cold sheets. “I want to see you,” she muttered, her voice breathy when I made sure she was comfortable.

“Not now,” I replied and kissed her temple, tucking her hair behind her ears, “Stay here.”

When she heard the door open, she asked, “Where are you going, Ethan?”

“I will be right back, Bella. Lay down on the bed and get some rest, you’ll need it for the rest of the night,” I said and walked to the kitchen with a bulge in my pants.

I took a cold bottle of water, and in the room, I watched her naked, flush body squirm on my bedsheets. Her thighs rubbing each other for friction made me let out a small groan. She stopped as soon as she heard me and looked away, biting her lip.

Fucking vixen.

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