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applied a row of them on Ryder so he’d know what Megan was feeling, too. The marks hadn’t lasted more than an hour, but each person’s skin was different. He couldn’t wait to see how Megan’s fair skin would mark.
He just prayed the whip wouldn’t tangle. That could cause a nasty sting and he didn’t think Megan was into that kind of pain.
Practicing the movement his hand and arm would use a few times in the air without the whip, he decided he was ready. He stretched the whip out on the floor to judge the proper distance for where to stand. He’d need to make a mark there for future play times.
“Hold perfectly still, Red. Remember to speak your safeword, if you need to.”
* * *
Megan braced herself for whatever would come next. He’d tired of the crop awfully soon. She waited until she heard the swish of air and something unfamiliar flicked against her right shoulder blade.
While still processing what it was, another swish and the same sensation on her left shoulder blade.
The whip! How he was delivering the feathering brush strokes with a whip she couldn’t fathom, but that was definitely the sound the whip had made when Gunnar demonstrated at his dungeon. How did Ryder keep it so quiet, though? She hadn’t gone with him to most of the sessions, choosing to work with her art council friends on the festival, but he’d picked up some wicked skills.
“How would you describe those two, Red?”
“Soft. Light. I know from the sound you’re using a whip, but would have expected much more of a stinging sensation.”
“Good. That’s what I’m aiming for to start with, but I want to be sure what you’re feeling on your end is what I intended. Now, I’m going to tag several places across your upper back and some other places that are safe. I’ll take a photo so you can see the marks later.”
She nodded.
“But I’m also going to test your endurance and how hard you want to feel the lash, so remember you’re to use your safeword if I go too far.”
“Yes, Sir. You know I will.”
She held onto the rope above her head as she waited for the next lash.
Swish.
This one landed in the area between her shoulder blades, and the next several alternated ever closer to her spine. She smiled. She was going to love the whip. Delicious. Her back grew warmer as he laid another row of little butterfly kisses across her upper back.
The first blow to her butt took her by surprise, though.
“Ow!”
“Ow good or ow bad?”
She could hear the smirk in his voice. “Well, it definitely doesn’t feel the same there as it did on my back.”
“Different, how?”
“It stung.”
“Is that a sensation you’d like to explore further, or should I return to the lighter touches?”
“Keep doing the same. I wasn’t expecting it, but that makes it all the more enjoyable.”
Swish.
She steeled herself, but the sting wasn’t as sharp this time. However, the next one was similar to the first that had landed on her backside. He was probably still learning to adjust the force and precision—and her butt stuck out a little farther than her upper back.
Swish.
Once again, the sting. She moaned. This was going to become one of her favorite kinks. Another dozen lashes, and she started to float away.
She’d found a new bliss.
Ryder came up behind her, stroking her back, placing soft kisses on the places she knew must be reddened by the whip. He reached around her, the whip coiled in his hand, rubbing it over her abdomen and over her breasts. It caught one of the clothespins and she hissed at the tweaking of her sensitive nipple.
“I didn’t want to forget about removing these before we go much further.” He grasped one of the pins with one hand while his other, the whip looped over his forearm, forged a path to her pussy. “Ready?”
Probably not, but she nodded. When the pin was removed, she remained suspended literally and figuratively for a moment as she waited for the inevitable
He just prayed the whip wouldn’t tangle. That could cause a nasty sting and he didn’t think Megan was into that kind of pain.
Practicing the movement his hand and arm would use a few times in the air without the whip, he decided he was ready. He stretched the whip out on the floor to judge the proper distance for where to stand. He’d need to make a mark there for future play times.
“Hold perfectly still, Red. Remember to speak your safeword, if you need to.”
* * *
Megan braced herself for whatever would come next. He’d tired of the crop awfully soon. She waited until she heard the swish of air and something unfamiliar flicked against her right shoulder blade.
While still processing what it was, another swish and the same sensation on her left shoulder blade.
The whip! How he was delivering the feathering brush strokes with a whip she couldn’t fathom, but that was definitely the sound the whip had made when Gunnar demonstrated at his dungeon. How did Ryder keep it so quiet, though? She hadn’t gone with him to most of the sessions, choosing to work with her art council friends on the festival, but he’d picked up some wicked skills.
“How would you describe those two, Red?”
“Soft. Light. I know from the sound you’re using a whip, but would have expected much more of a stinging sensation.”
“Good. That’s what I’m aiming for to start with, but I want to be sure what you’re feeling on your end is what I intended. Now, I’m going to tag several places across your upper back and some other places that are safe. I’ll take a photo so you can see the marks later.”
She nodded.
“But I’m also going to test your endurance and how hard you want to feel the lash, so remember you’re to use your safeword if I go too far.”
“Yes, Sir. You know I will.”
She held onto the rope above her head as she waited for the next lash.
Swish.
This one landed in the area between her shoulder blades, and the next several alternated ever closer to her spine. She smiled. She was going to love the whip. Delicious. Her back grew warmer as he laid another row of little butterfly kisses across her upper back.
The first blow to her butt took her by surprise, though.
“Ow!”
“Ow good or ow bad?”
She could hear the smirk in his voice. “Well, it definitely doesn’t feel the same there as it did on my back.”
“Different, how?”
“It stung.”
“Is that a sensation you’d like to explore further, or should I return to the lighter touches?”
“Keep doing the same. I wasn’t expecting it, but that makes it all the more enjoyable.”
Swish.
She steeled herself, but the sting wasn’t as sharp this time. However, the next one was similar to the first that had landed on her backside. He was probably still learning to adjust the force and precision—and her butt stuck out a little farther than her upper back.
Swish.
Once again, the sting. She moaned. This was going to become one of her favorite kinks. Another dozen lashes, and she started to float away.
She’d found a new bliss.
Ryder came up behind her, stroking her back, placing soft kisses on the places she knew must be reddened by the whip. He reached around her, the whip coiled in his hand, rubbing it over her abdomen and over her breasts. It caught one of the clothespins and she hissed at the tweaking of her sensitive nipple.
“I didn’t want to forget about removing these before we go much further.” He grasped one of the pins with one hand while his other, the whip looped over his forearm, forged a path to her pussy. “Ready?”
Probably not, but she nodded. When the pin was removed, she remained suspended literally and figuratively for a moment as she waited for the inevitable
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