Page 70 of Crave Me

“This is a punishment pole,” Simon said from behind me. The flogger brushed against my back so gently it almost tickled. He danced it up and down the length of my back, down the curve of my ass while he continued speaking. “I could put you over the bench, but that’d be too easy. This will make your balance harder. This flogger is braided with knots at the end. If I hit you hard enough, it could tear your skin, but don’t worry. We’ll take it easy for now, a warm-up for later. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

His hand replaced the flogger, hot and firm on the center of my back. “You okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Very well, then.”

The leather returned to my back, a gentle long stroke where every trail of the braids grazed across my entire back. Each swish promising pleasure like never before. He returned, moving it the other way, and continued, brushing the leather back and forth.

He was teasing me, priming me for what was to come next. Between the lyrical tone in his voice as he crooned with praise, I went mindless. It was already difficult to focus, the sensation so soft and maddening, so much worse than the feather last night had been.

The leather made me brainless.

The flogger landed on my ass again, this time with more force. It knocked me off balance and I dug my heels into the carpet. As he continued flogging me, the plug jolted with every sting. My pussy burned with need, my own aroused scent filled the air as lash after lash landed on my ass, my thighs, just above my knees.

“Simon, sir!” I cried out after a particularly brutal lash.

“It’s okay, sub. You’re doing so well.” I braced for another stinging whip but it didn’t come.

“I’ll wait. Relax, get back into position.” His breath was a whisper, thick with desire and filled with patience.

I wiggled into position, relaxed my shoulders and blew out a steadying breath. The next lash came quickly. He slapped me on an inner thigh, the leather stinging, but lighter than he had been. I relaxed further, sank into the hypnotic movements of the flogger and the rippling sensations from it searing my skin.

“Good job,” Simon said. He dropped the flogger on the floor beneath me and then his hands were at my shoulders, rubbing my arms and down to my hands. He helped me uncurl my grip from the handles and guided me to standing.

“You okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

His thumbs wiped my cheeks. “You’re crying.”

“Overwhelmed, sir.”

“It pleases me. I like seeing your emotions.”

I smiled tremulously and his lips brushed against mine. The soft kiss burned bright deep inside me and I moaned into his mouth, rocking toward him.

“Ah,” he pulled back and whispered in my ear. “I bet you very badly want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir, please. Please let me come, sir.”

“I will.” I dropped my head against his chest and he laughed. “When you return. Think of the fact that while you’re turned on, thinking of me, I’m suffering alone, doing the same for you.”

He tapped my ass gently, swatting me playfully and stepped away from me. “Chloe?”

“Yes sir.”

“Don’t ever think you disappoint me. I’m always pleased with you, Little Bird. But I don’t like you hiding from me either. In the tub, earlier, you didn’t tell me the truth about why you liked seeing Gabby in her collar and leash, and I guarantee you, I will get the truth from you.”

I couldn’t tell him. I’d take a hundred floggings and even another caning but no way was I telling Simon I was in love with him. The pain from heartbreak would be worse than any lashing he could give me.

“Yes, sir.” Defiance rang clear even while my words were obedient.

He smiled, eyes gleaming, and pressed a quick kiss to my nose. “Go back to the room and do what you need to get ready while I clean up in here.” He glanced at a clock on the wall. “Gabby will be here in twenty minutes. I brought your overnight bag in from the car and placed it on the bed while you were in the bath earlier.”

“Thank you, sir.” I turned to leave the room.

“And don’t even think of getting yourself off while you’re alone. Your orgasms, all of them, belong to me, remember?”

I hadn’t even considered touching myself, but I nodded and returned to the bathroom. Splashing cold water on my face to cool down, it was suddenly the only thing on my mind. I was still naked, my swollen pussy, lash marks on my ass and the backs of my thighs visible in the mirror’s reflection.

What in the hell would I wear to brunch with strangers that wouldn’t cause me more pain?

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