Page 48 of Objection
“What do you want?” I teased, making my strikes just a little lighter. She whimpered, shaking her head and wiggling that delicious ass.
“Use your words, gorgeous girl.” When no response came, I stopped my strikes and tapped her inner thigh with my hand. “Spread wider for me. If you won’t answer, I’ll change the game. Let’s see if you stay quiet now.”
I made a light upward strike.
Straight to her pussy.
She jumped and shrieked.
“Color, Posey?” I checked in.
“Green, Sir. Just… um…” I swore I could hear her blushing.
“Um, what?” I pushed.
“It was surprising,” she murmured but I could tell she wasn’t telling me everything. I swung again, the strike landing a little harder on the sensitive flesh between her thighs. This time she groaned. How intriguing.
“I don’t think you’re telling me the whole truth, little one. Try again, and tell Sir everything.” I brought the flogger up between her thighs faster, still only at about a level three, but it was enough. My strikes came faster as she struggled to use her words.
Christ, her struggle was like crack. I wanted that struggle. I wanted her pain. I wanted her whimpering. I wanted her. In every way possible. I squeezed a hand around my hard cock, releasing a little tension, just for the moment.
One more harder hit to her pretty little pussy had her shouting her response.
“It feels good!” she cried out.
“What was that?” I pretended not to hear.
“The pain. There. Feels so good. Surprising,” she panted out. I moved my strikes back over her thighs for a moment, every fifth hit or so I angled straight at her pussy.
“The pain where?” I urged.
“There!” she whined. So, fucking sexy. My innocent little princess. Now, there was a name that fit her well.
“Where? Use your words!”
“On my pussy!” she cried out. I could see her legs starting to tense and shake.
“My goodness! Is my pretty little slut really going to cum just from having her pink pussy smacked?” I chuckled. Her embarrassment was tangible and was making her twice as wet.
“Sir,” she whined, covering her face.
“Oh, I don’t care if you cover your face, love. I’m not going to stop. Not unless you use your safewords.” I was trying to throw in reminders of her safewords often, especially in these early days of a dynamic.
“Sir, I … maybe?” Her voice was barely audible. That was okay. I could fix that. My strikes came a little harder, and a little slower. Her legs spread wider, and her moans turned almost animalistic.
“Words, Posey. Now.” My tone shifted into my sharp dominant tone, demanding answers.
“I want to cum, Sir.”
“Then fucking beg for it.”
The tension in the room shifted, thickened until it was almost palpable. The light banter we had exchanged made way for intensity and purpose. I could feel her mood and tone shift right along with me. Where I moved, she moved. It was perfect. I let myself fall into the deep headspace of a Dominant; one I rarely let myself go to.
I let the flogger come down harder, harder than I had struck her before. Her head tipped back as she groaned her pleasure.
Another strike. And another.
Her body tensed.
