Page 101 of Leviticus
“Feels incredible, doesn’t it?” I murmured, smiling as she nodded.
“Time for more,” I promised, switching out the heavy flogger for the thinner one. I ran the thin falls down her back, just as I had with the first flogger, and prepared her for the strikes that were to come.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
I laid the hits across her upper back, working my way down her body in even, steady strokes.
“Oh god, Levi!” she whimpered.
“Tell me,” I demanded, my hits falling faster.
“More, please!” she begged, and I gave her what she asked.
Faster.
Harder.
The hits rained down over her back, her ass, her thighs, as I watched her skin turn from a beautifully blushing rose to a bright cherry red. I wanted to stop. I wanted to slide my fingers into her wet heat and make her squirt all over the floor while she screamed my name like a prayer to God himself.
But I wasn’t going to stop. Not now. Not while I watched her take the pain I gave and beg for more. I would give her pain.I would help her take that pain and show her how beautifully pain could be painted across one’s skin until you felt like a work of art.
Faster and faster, the hits came until she was arching with nearly each hit, rising up on the tips of her toes and falling back down in just enough time for the next hit to come.
“Count for me, lovely one. These last ten hits. Count them for me,” I growled, my cock fighting against the fly of my jeans for freedom, wanting nothing more than to sink into her sweet pussy and cum.
Thwack!
The strike landed on her, harder than any other hit yet.
“One,” she groaned and I drank in her sounds.
“Two,” she continued as I threw the flogger again, harder yet. Each strike landed just a little harder, a little slower, letting her feel the pain and the heat bloom over her skin and then melt into pretty pleasure that had her sighing with content.
On and on it went as the numbers rose higher, her moans growing louder.
“Seven,” she hissed as I struck a place that was already bright red with color from previous hits.
“So fucking gorgeous,” I spoke aloud to no one, simply needing to comment on how incredible she was.
“Eight,” she whimpered, and I released the button fly of my jeans, letting the head of my cock pop out.
“Nine,” she keened. She fucking keened, and I had to squeeze the head of my cock to keep myself from cumming from her sounds alone.
“Beg me for it,” I purred, letting the flogger stop only long enough for her to hear my words and to rake my nails over the overly sensitive skin of her ass. She reared back, hissing at the sensation and making me chuckle aloud.
“What?” she questioned and I could tell that her mind had gone elsewhere, situated firmly in her submission.
“Beg. Me. For. More,” I stated slowly.
“I need more. Please, Sir. Please!” She came to begging like a fish to water, a complete natural. She popped up onto the tips of her toes and wiggled that perfect ass back at me in invitation. How could I say no?
“Your wish is my command, lovely one,” I groaned, rearing back for this last hit, harder than the rest. I brought it down with controlled force, my own eyes nearly rolling back in my head as she cried out in blissful and pained pleasure.
I had another flogger to use on her. The cat-o-nine tails and a cane as well, but that plan flew out the window with her next words.
“I need to please you, Sir,” she whimpered, and I could hear the tears in her voice. I moved to the side of the bed, turning her face towards me to gauge her reactions.
“What color are you, lovely one?” I asked sincerely, reading her emotions as best as I could in her eyes.
