Page 212 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
“Moose hide. Only the finest for my goddess. You ready?” I’m slurring slightly from the adrenaline racing through my blood. It won’t affect my aim. I’ve dealt with enough adrenaline surges between topping, the Navy, and boxing that I can keep my hands steady and give commands, even if I sound like I’m drunk.
She shivers and nods. “Yes, sir.”
“One to start,” I say before I flip my right wrist over and give her the tips of the falls across her chest.
A long, rattling breath comes out of her. Exhaling all the way to the bottom of her lungs. Letting everything out. When she breathes in, her ribs lifting, I know she’s filling her body with the sweet, musty, meaty fragrance of the flogging. I grin, step back, and let fly, slapping her breasts, her stomach, her thighs in a slow, steady rhythm, matching my strokes to Limp Bizkit’s “Behind Blue Eyes.” Her body lifts to each hit, moving with me as I work top to bottom, straining against the bondage to lift her thighs for me. The playlist switches over to 3 Doors Down and I use the music to increase the pace until she’s shivering, writhing in the bondage.
“Two now, goddess,” I tell her as I lift the second flogger.
“Yesss,” she hisses, her back arching, whole body lifting in anticipation.
I switch my swing to bring both floggers into play, slapping the falls against her upper chest. She lifts her head for me. Showing me her pale throat. Giving me permission to strike the most vulnerable places on her body. I flip the floggers against her raised underarms, giving her a thud that rattles her against the web, then sweep them softly, one after another, across her throat, drawing a long moan out of her. Her nipples tighten, giving me another key to this girl’s kink. I have to earn her vulnerability, but once I do, it’s the biggest turn-on for her. I lean in and suck on each of her nipples as I run the floggers’ handles up and down her sides to keep her shivering, then give her hard hits across her breasts, working in tandem and then alternating so she’s constantly feeling the heavy thuds. She strains against the web, pushing her bound chest up to each hit, whimpering affirmations.
I work down and up again then give her light hits across the throat and up against her pussy while I assess her. Her skin’sglowing through a sheen of sweat. There are light pink marks around the chest harness where the coconut fiber’s abrading her as she moves, but no red hot-spots where it’s biting into her skin. The muscles in her arms and thighs are taut and defined as she lifts herself to the hits, but no signs of strain or cramping.
She’s ready for the next step.
“Second flogger now, girl,” I growl, stepping back.
She doesn’t flinch. When she speaks, her tone is dreamy. “Yes, sir.”
I lay down the moose hide floggers and pick up the braided flogger which will give her substantially more sting and mark her skin with thin, red welts. I rotate my shoulder, which is feeling warm and loose, before laying into her. She hisses at the first hit and my cock throbs when I see her skin blanche, then darken.
“There it is, my goddess.” I pepper her chest and underarms with light slaps that have her twisting in her bonds. “Feel the bite.”
Heavier hits across her nipples have her whining and her nipples glowing. Dragging slaps side-to-side across her stomach make her hunch, pulling hard on her wrists, grunting with each hit. Beads of sweat slide down between her breasts and fly off the tips of the flogger. I move down to her thighs, enraptured by the wild contraction of her long muscles under her smooth skin. I windmill the flogger overhand, alternating between her breasts and thighs. Hard, heavy hits that have her straining, hissing between her teeth, shuddering as the braided edges claw her sensitive skin. She tosses her head back and forth, but never, never opens her eyes.
“That’s it, goddess. That’s it. Take your due.”
She throws her head back and wails when I whip the flogger up between her thighs. Tiny drops of liquid spatter off the flogger’s tips and this time it’s not sweat. I reach back without breaking my rhythm and grab the flail. The wide falls look sosoft, and they are, but with the rivets as weights, they deliver a surprising punch.
And they surprise the hell out of my dirty girl when I slap them up between her legs while swinging the braided flogger at her breasts. She squeezes her closed eyes and screams.
“Give it to me, goddess.” A dozen hits and she does, her whole body going rigid before she bucks wildly with each slap against her pussy. Her screams bite my ears and fill my soul. My cock jerks against my zipper and spurts a little wetness into my boxers. I grin and even without looking in the mirrors, know that it’s feral. “More,” I growl, whipping the jingling falls up between her thighs again and again until she sags in the web, whimpering, small tears slipping down her cheeks.
I step into her and lick them off, savoring her body’s salt in my mouth before I share it with her in a deep kiss. When I release her mouth, she tips her head back and sighs happily.
“Good one?” I ask, nipping her chin.
“Thank you, sir. That hurt so good.”
“Can you give me another?”
“If you give me a few minutes to recover and let me flex my feet, yes, sir.”
I step back to look at her toes. They’re still pink, so it’s not a circulation issue. Probably just cramping a little. I set aside the floggers and kneel at her feet. Loosening the knots, I let her feet flex, then start at her ankles, just under the cuffs, and work my thumbs and fingers down her feet, digging into her instep and sole until the tight muscles relax. By the time I reach her toes and start back up, she’s giving me soft, little moans. I think I’ve just found a favored method of aftercare for my pain slut. She’s told me she doesn’t have a foot fetish, which I might put to the test in the future, because she has pretty feet, despite only having four toes on her left foot, which doesn’t seem to affect her balance or mobility. I’d like to see them cupping my dick.Whether or not they’re an erogenous zone, she certainly enjoys having them rubbed.
Once I finish, I rebind her feet and run a line between her toes just for a little extra control. I know by her hitched breath that she didn’t expect that, which pleases me. I want to keep this bold girl on her toes, literally and figuratively. Logan’s told me she’s been topped by hundreds of Doms. It’s not a competition; I know that. But I want her to feel from the beginning that what she can have with me is different. I don’t want her for a scene, or a night. I want something real, something special, and, if we can make each other happy, something lasting.
Before I pick up the floggers again, I grab one of Emily’s sippy cups with a long straw and press it to Brenna’s lips. She drinks and smiles before she tips her head back. “Thank you, sir.”
“Anything you need to tell me before we shoot for the next orgasm, bold girl?”
“No, sir. I’m good. Still pretty floaty, actually.” She wriggles in the web for emphasis.
“Excellent. Get ready to fly again.”
The second flogging almost gets her there, but I can see she’s struggling even after several minutes with the riveted flogger. I keep at her breasts while I pull a glove on and rub my fingers through her pussy before plunging them in and playing hunt-the-G-spot. It only takes me a few strokes to find it, a few more to send her over the edge. I don’t come with her, but I seal my mouth over hers and swallow her screams, which fill me with satisfaction. When she stops convulsing, I slip my fingers out of her and wrap my arms around her, sealing us skin to skin. She hisses as my skin presses our sweat into the weals from the braided flogger. Then she relaxes in my arms, her head falling forward to rest in the curve of my neck and shoulder.
