Page 40 of Danger and Dominance
Daring to brat at Master David should have felt more dangerous than it did.The fact that she was more excited than fearful meant she trusted him more than she’d realized.Part of her knew she was testing him, just a bit, to make sure that he was everything he seemed…
She hadn’t needed to worry.
He didn’t get upset.Or yell.Or immediately lash out at her.
Instead, he chuckled with clear amusement and gave her butt another little pat before stepping back.
A corner of her mind was braced for serious impact in case his initial reaction was to lull her into complacency.
The flogger fell again, harder this time, thudding against her skin, stinging her shoulders and upper back, but it was by no means a vicious strike.It was still meant for her enjoyment.Part of the reason Cassidy enjoyed the flogger was because it was almost like a massage.
David was very, very good at it.
Not too hard, not too soft; he’d found the place that was just right.
Her nipples and pussy throbbed in time with the flogging.The tight grip of the clamps had faded, the little buds numbed somewhat from being pinched so tightly.Sparks of the stinging pinch returned when she squirmed, and the chain bounced, gravity tugging at the clamps as the chain between them moved.
Swinging it over and over, the leather rain pattered against her skin, again making her wish that she didn’t have to hold on to the bar.That she could truly let herself go, let herself be free…
But that required either a very different position or some kind of bondage to help her hold herself in place.
The flogger paused, and Master David came closer again.She sensed his movement even though she couldn’t see it.Felt his hand before it touched the now-sensitized skin on her shoulders and upper back.Bit back a moan as he ran his callused fingers over the pinked spots he’d just flogged.
“What color are you, little spark?”
“Green, Sir.”
The stoplight method of communicating the experience was what had saved her at Stronghold.It was a common way of keeping in touch between dominant and submissive, and everyone knew that ‘red’ meant stop.
Cassidy had only said it once.
She shuddered.
“Good girl,” Master David said, running his hand down her back again, bringing her back to the present and pushing her memories of the past out of her head.“Now spread your legs a little more.I want your feet wider apart.”
A widened stance meant her upper body was stretched out more, her breasts thrust out in front of her, and the tight fabric of her skirt inched upward.The little coverage she had over her butt threatened to give up entirely and show him and anyone who might be watching a nice view of her lacy thong.It stopped just short of rolling up over her curves as she settled into place.
“Good, right there.”
Cassidy jumped, squealing, as the flogger hit the inside of her thighs.For some reason, even with the widened stance, she hadn’t been expecting it.Her breasts bounced with her, far more heavily than when she’d been squirming.She squealed again as the chain tugged on her nipples, reigniting the sharp sting from being clamped.
The flogger itself hadn’t actually hurt that much more than on her shoulder blades.The skin of her inner upper thighs was so much more sensitive than her shoulders, but he hadn’t swung the flogger as hard.Mostly, it had surprised her.
“Back in position, Cassidy.”The flogger snapped at the backs of her legs, the knots hitting her thighs just under the hem of her skirt.
Spreading her legs again, her pussy quivered with needy arousal.
This was supposed to be a platonic scene.The same kind of scene she’d had since leaving Don.
Sure, there had been times she’d gotten aroused during a scene before—she was human; it happened—but it hadn’t felt like this.The need hadn’t been so great.The desire hadn’t been so overwhelming.She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this aroused.It was long before she’d been rescued from Don, if she’d ever even felt this way with him.And she wasn’t sure she had.
The flogger flicked up between her legs again, some of the strands catching the plump edges of her pussy, barely protected by the scrap of fabric over them.She moaned, pushing her hips back as much as she could.
More.
She wanted—needed—more.
The leather snapped at her tender flesh, adding to the tumult of sensations, to the pain and the pleasure swirling inside her.Master David moved his aim back and forth between her legs and her shoulders, pausing occasionally to check in on her.A hand on the back of her shoulders.One sweeping up and down between her legs, checking the warmth emanating from her skin, but not touching her pussy.The tease was horrendous.
