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Authors: Claire Thompson
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the whip rack, her heart beating high and fast in her throat. “I’m not sure I—” she began.
Dylan cut her off. “It’s okay, Zoë. You don’t have to be sure. I’m sure, and I promise you this, I won’t give you more than you can handle.”
He reached then for her cheek, stroking it with two fingers, the gesture at once tender and extremely erotic. Zoë couldn’t control the small tremor of lust, or was it fear, that moved through her frame.
“Now,” he said softly. “Do as you’re told.”
Chapter 5
Dylan’s balls ached. When he’d had her in his arms, her strong legs wrapped around his waist, why hadn’t he just carried her to the bed, thrown her down and fucked her? It was beyond clear she wanted it as much as he did, so what was stopping him? After all, it wasn’t as if he were her trainer. But he knew the reason, even as his cock demanded an answer.
Zoë Stamos was sexually submissive at her core, and every minute they had spent together since the night before only confirmed it more solidly in his mind. Beyond that, he sensed her sexual masochism, and the sensual sadist in him responded with a fiery rush of passion the likes of which he hadn’t experienced in many years.
She was worth more than just a quick roll in the hay. She deserved all the energy and skill he could bring to their brief time together as Master and slave. His greedy cock would just have to wait to plunge itself into her tight, wet heat, not only until she earned it, but until he did as well.
Zoë lifted her arms, her eyes fixed anxiously on his face. He closed the soft leather cuffs around each wrist, which raised her arms high, but not high enough to suit him. Dylan mounted the stool and adjusted the ropes until she was forced up, not on her toes, which would be too tiring, but rather on the balls of her feet, her heels barely touching the carpet, her body stretched taut by the ropes.
He stepped back to admire the pretty picture, stroking his cock briefly to calm its insistent call for attention. Her small pink tongue made an appearance on her lower lip, the gesture so sensual he nearly lunged for her then and there. She gripped the rope tightly in each hand above her cuffs. He could see the slight tracery of her ribs beneath her high, round breasts, and her bare pussy pouted at him as if begging for a kiss. She was watching him with those liquid dark eyes.
His cooler head prevailing, he selected a large, heavy flogger from the whip rack for her introduction to the erotic, intense stimulation that awaited her. He also chose a large plastic hair clip from the supply bureau.
Returning to the bound woman, he tucked the flogger in the back of his shorts and then twisted Zoë’s thick, shiny hair up onto her head, securing it with the clip. He stepped back so she could see him, and took the flogger once more into his hands, allowing the luxurious suede tresses to glide between his fingers.
He held the flogger close to her face so she could smell the intoxicating scent of leather. “Kiss the whip,” he commanded, “as a gesture of your willingness to suffer its lash.”
“Oh,” she said softly, a shudder moving through her. Beneath her fear, he could sense the burning need. He touched the whip to her lips, and her eyes closed as she softly kissed the handle.
Pleased, Dylan moved behind her. “We’ll start slowly. I want to get a sense of what you can handle. The key here is to relax. Don’t tense, don’t anticipate. Don’t let fear control your experience. Embrace the sensations, and let them take you where they will.”
He brushed the flogger against her ass. “I’m scared,” she blurted, forgetting the “Sir.”
He didn’t correct her. “It’s okay to be scared. Use that fear. Channel it into strength.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You will.”
He swished the tresses over her back and shoulders, and graced the backs of her thighs with their leather kiss. For the next several minutes,
Dylan cut her off. “It’s okay, Zoë. You don’t have to be sure. I’m sure, and I promise you this, I won’t give you more than you can handle.”
He reached then for her cheek, stroking it with two fingers, the gesture at once tender and extremely erotic. Zoë couldn’t control the small tremor of lust, or was it fear, that moved through her frame.
“Now,” he said softly. “Do as you’re told.”
Chapter 5
Dylan’s balls ached. When he’d had her in his arms, her strong legs wrapped around his waist, why hadn’t he just carried her to the bed, thrown her down and fucked her? It was beyond clear she wanted it as much as he did, so what was stopping him? After all, it wasn’t as if he were her trainer. But he knew the reason, even as his cock demanded an answer.
Zoë Stamos was sexually submissive at her core, and every minute they had spent together since the night before only confirmed it more solidly in his mind. Beyond that, he sensed her sexual masochism, and the sensual sadist in him responded with a fiery rush of passion the likes of which he hadn’t experienced in many years.
She was worth more than just a quick roll in the hay. She deserved all the energy and skill he could bring to their brief time together as Master and slave. His greedy cock would just have to wait to plunge itself into her tight, wet heat, not only until she earned it, but until he did as well.
Zoë lifted her arms, her eyes fixed anxiously on his face. He closed the soft leather cuffs around each wrist, which raised her arms high, but not high enough to suit him. Dylan mounted the stool and adjusted the ropes until she was forced up, not on her toes, which would be too tiring, but rather on the balls of her feet, her heels barely touching the carpet, her body stretched taut by the ropes.
He stepped back to admire the pretty picture, stroking his cock briefly to calm its insistent call for attention. Her small pink tongue made an appearance on her lower lip, the gesture so sensual he nearly lunged for her then and there. She gripped the rope tightly in each hand above her cuffs. He could see the slight tracery of her ribs beneath her high, round breasts, and her bare pussy pouted at him as if begging for a kiss. She was watching him with those liquid dark eyes.
His cooler head prevailing, he selected a large, heavy flogger from the whip rack for her introduction to the erotic, intense stimulation that awaited her. He also chose a large plastic hair clip from the supply bureau.
Returning to the bound woman, he tucked the flogger in the back of his shorts and then twisted Zoë’s thick, shiny hair up onto her head, securing it with the clip. He stepped back so she could see him, and took the flogger once more into his hands, allowing the luxurious suede tresses to glide between his fingers.
He held the flogger close to her face so she could smell the intoxicating scent of leather. “Kiss the whip,” he commanded, “as a gesture of your willingness to suffer its lash.”
“Oh,” she said softly, a shudder moving through her. Beneath her fear, he could sense the burning need. He touched the whip to her lips, and her eyes closed as she softly kissed the handle.
Pleased, Dylan moved behind her. “We’ll start slowly. I want to get a sense of what you can handle. The key here is to relax. Don’t tense, don’t anticipate. Don’t let fear control your experience. Embrace the sensations, and let them take you where they will.”
He brushed the flogger against her ass. “I’m scared,” she blurted, forgetting the “Sir.”
He didn’t correct her. “It’s okay to be scared. Use that fear. Channel it into strength.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You will.”
He swished the tresses over her back and shoulders, and graced the backs of her thighs with their leather kiss. For the next several minutes,
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