Page 26 of Our Unexpected Beginning
“Yes, Sir.” Grabbing onto the rope holding her cuffs, Julia swung with the impact, the bees turning to wasps as the sting deepened.
Her head fell back and Julia’s broken cry echoed in the space. Stars formed behind her eyelids as Graham’s pace never let up. Five swats increasing in intensity followed by ten feather-light touches to sensitize the skin.
The third set of strikes didn’t feel so light anymore. Julia groaned in discomfort, shifting on her feet in her restraints.
Claudia touched Julia’s face, brushing her hair from her eyes and kissing her softly.
Julia returned the kiss, she nibbled on the other woman’s bottom lip. She whined into her mouth as Graham’s flogging continued, each strike of the flogger sending sparks of pain and pleasure through her body.
Tears formed and fell from Julia’s eyes, streaking her carefully applied makeup. The mixture of sensations was almost overwhelming, but she couldn’t help but revel in it.
Graham changed his rhythm once again, and Claudia took the opportunity to suck one of Julia’s nipples into her mouth. She nipped and teased at the sensitive skin, sending shivers through Julia’s body. She cried out, pulling against the restraints on her ankles, wishing shecould wrap her leg around Claudia’s waist and pull her closer.
But she knew better than to disobey Graham’s orders. So instead, she closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the moment.
When she opened them again, she looked up at Graham with adoration and need in her gaze. He was watching her with a small smile on his lips, his eyes dark with desire.
“Give it to me, kitten,” he growled, emphasizing each word. “Give me those beautiful tears.”
Julia moaned and relaxed into him, surrendering completely to his control. “Yes,” she whispered hoarsely. “Please.”
Graham chuckled darkly and continued to flog her with expert precision. Each strike made Julia cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure that left her breathless.
“Your pleasure is mine,” he murmured against her ear. “I can deny or overwhelm you at my will. What will you do about that?”
Julia whimpered in response, unable to form words as Graham’s words sent shivers down her spine.
“Thank you, Sir,” she finally managed to say between gasps.
Graham smiled down at her and brushed his fingers lovingly over her tear-stained cheeks. “You’re so beautiful when you cry. I wonder how you’ll scream when I flog this pretty wet cunt.”
Graham’s hand trailed down her body, fingers ghosting over her heated skin. When he reached her inner thighs, Julia instinctively tried to spread her legs to get away, but the restraints held her in place.
Graham repositioned himself, the flogger dangling menacingly between Julia’s spread thighs. She could feel the leather strands just barely grazing her heated core.
The first strike between her thighs stole her breath. Pain ingrained deep into her core, bloomed and sparked her pleasure centers to life. To further her debasement, she had to consciously force herself not to come.
Julia’s entire body tensed as the flogger struck her most sensitive area. The pain was sharp and intense, but it quickly transformed into a deep, throbbing pleasure that radiated outward. She bit her lip hard, desperately trying to hold back the second orgasm that threatened to overtake her.
“Count,” Graham commanded, his voice low and husky.
“O-one,” Julia gasped out, her voice shaky and breathless.
The flogger struck again, this time catching her clit directly. Julia cried out, her hips jerking involuntarily against her restraints.
“Two,” she moaned against Claudia’s shoulder, tears streaming down her face.
Claudia’s hands roamed Julia’s body, teasing and caressing. Her lips found Julia’s neck, kissing and nippingat the tender skin. “You’re doing so well,” she murmured encouragingly. “Your Sir looks so pleased.”
Graham continued his assault, each strike precise and calculated. Julia’s world narrowed to the sensations between her legs and the sound of her own voice counting out each blow. By the time she reached “seven,” she was trembling, her skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
“Sir?” Claudia whispered, stroking Julia’s hair lovingly. Julia looked at her, wondering if she wore the same look of rapture on her face when kneeling before Graham.
“Claudia.”
“Sir, may I taste your submissive?”
“You want her to ride your tongue until you can’t breathe and you’re consumed by her taste and smell.”
