Gracie’s breathing deepened, and he could see how her eyes had dilated with his explanation. His hand was still covering her mound, and he could feel the heat that pulsed through her and the wetness that was already seeping from her. Her arousal at the thought of him flogging her nearly made him come right then. He had to take a deep breath to center himself, which totally didn’t help when he scented the sweet smell of her cream.
“This last flogger is made of elk,” he told her, handing her the burgundy and black diamond braided handle with forty rich black tails. “It’s velvety soft and will have a heavy thud when it connects with your skin, but there is next to no sting at all.”
Gracie touched the last flogger, running her fingers through the twelve-inch-long tails. Deuce was right. It was velvety soft.
“What do you get out of this, Deuce?” she asked him finally. “If it’s not because you want to cause me pain, how does this make you happy?”
Deuce took a deep breath then exhaled, releasing all of the worry and tension he was feeling. She wanted to understand him. He knew she was perfect for him, but this just proved it. The Great Spirit had definitely chosen the one woman who would center him, calm him, understand him, and love him. There was no better gift he could have ever hoped for.
“When I restrain you and use these floggers on you, your total submission to me feeds a need in me, Gracie. I need you to know and understand that I will always care for you and see to your comfort and protection. In giving yourself to me without reservation, I will finally feel your complete trust and total acceptance of who and what I am. It’s an essential part of me that needs to love you and take care of you. I don’t know how else to explain it. Can you understand what I mean?”
Gracie was quiet for so long, Deuce was afraid that he had pushed her too far. His erection wilted quickly. He knew he could love her without this particular kink, but he didn’t want her to think that there was something wrong with loving his woman any way that made both of them feel good.
“Tell me what you’re thinking and feeling, Gracie,” he told her softly. “Never hide from me. Rule number four.”
“I think that I would be willing to try this, Deuce,” she told him finally, her voice a little hesitant. “I feel a little afraid, but I also feel that you would never hurt me on purpose.”
Deuce smiled, his heart beating rapidly against his chest and his erection surging back to full mast in seconds. Standing, he started taking off his clothes, and he slid into the role of dominant—all business. He would not allow fear to come between them now.
“Safe word, Gracie?” he asked her, his tone completely serious.
“Marble.”
He nodded briefly, acknowledging the word. He toed off his boots and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning his pants and unzipping his fly in efficient, smooth moves. He stood before her, naked, fully aroused, and screaming of strength and power.
“What do you say if you’re overwhelmed or if you need me to stop to discuss anything?”
“Yellow.”
“Good girl.”
He reached forward and unbuttoned her blouse, peeling it back from her body and tugging it free. Her bra and panties quickly followed. When she lay before him in all of her naked beauty, he had to take a calming breath. She was absolutely gorgeous. And she was his mate.
Her body was warm to his touch and was already covered in a thin layer of perspiration. It pleased him immensely. She could not hide the way she was aroused, and he would reward her with unparalleled ecstasy.
He knelt down beside the bed, reaching beneath the mattress to pull out two lengths of black material, one at the top of the bed, and one at the bottom. Gracie sat up and watched as he set them on the bed beside her shoulder and ankle then walked around the bed to repeat the process.
She was determined not to be distracted by his bobbing, fully engorged cock as he walked around the bed and knelt on the mattress directly in front of her, but it was difficult. Reaching out, she took his shaft in her hand and gently caressed his length, loving the softness of his velvet skin over the hardness of his arousal.
He allowed her the freedom to touch him, smiling inwardly at the thought that it was no hardship to feel her caresses. He knew she needed this moment of touch to help her through the coming moments of restraint.
“I love when you touch me, Mate,” he told her, his voice deep with need.
Gracie smiled up at him, winking playfully. “I won’t comment on the fact that you already had these restraints ready to go,” she told him sternly, the definite twinkle in her blue eyes belying the fact that she was angry.
Deuce hesitated, sitting back on his haunches as he knelt before her. Reaching up, he touched her cheek lightly with his right hand.
“I put them in place the day I went to meet you to go shopping for the furniture for Robbie and Mary Grace,” he admitted without shame. “I was determined that I was going to claim you that day, Gracie. I knew you were my mate, and I wanted you with me from that day on.”
Gracie’s heart melted at his words. She knelt before him, her body inches from his, her eyes searching his intently.
“I like your determination, Mate,” she whispered, her heart fluttering at the full-fledged smile that he rewarded her with. “I’m glad we belong to each other.”
His growl of need was instant. He wrapped his arms around her back and brought her down to the mattress, careful to keep his full weight off of her as he devoured her mouth.
Gracie kissed him back with equal need and desire. She moved her body beneath his, opening her legs to accept him and sighing with happiness as his cock impaled her.
“I love when you’re deep inside of me,” she whispered, kissing his neck before biting down on it lightly.
Deuce’s growl against her neck made her smile. She watched him as he leaned back and looked down at her, his hips continuing their languid movements as he pumped in and out of her soaking wet sheath. She felt him move his hand beside her but was too intent on the feel of his cock deep inside of her to pay attention to what he was doing. When she felt the closing of the restraint as he wrapped the material cuff around her right wrist, she was surprised but not afraid. How could she be afraid when all the nerve endings in her body were on fire with need as he continued his rhythmic assault inside her clenching channel?
He smiled down at her as he fastened the restraint on her left wrist. Tugging at the adjustable straps, he tightened both lengths so that her arms were firmly pulled out to the side so that they were at a right angle to her body.
She tugged at them experimentally, realizing that there was no yield in the binding at all. She was firmly restrained. The thick padding of the restraints at her wrists was not uncomfortable in any way, and she knew that she would not have any residual bruises from this bondage.
“I can’t move my arms at all,” she whispered, looking up at Deuce worriedly.
“No. There is no give in the restraints.”
His voice was sure and firm. He knew that she had to make the decision to continue with the scene, knowing full well that it would only be a valid decision if she was completely immobile and made the informed choice to submit to him.
Gracie nodded and relaxed beneath him, kissing his chest lightly. “Okay,” she whispered against his chest.
He moved his hips again, pulling out slightly before pushing back into her deeper than before. Her moan of need filled the room. All thoughts of the restraints left her as he settled deep within her and his pelvis rubbed against her throbbing clit.
He leaned up on his forearms, taking her face between his hands and staring down at her. The complete domination he was feeling was evident on his face. She was his. He was the keeper of her safety and the protector of her love. He would never let her down.
Pulling out of her slowly, his cock glistened with her juices. Her whimper of need tugged at his heart, but he needed to see this through to the end. She needed to know exactly what it would be like to give herse
lf up to him completely. He would show her that he would always take care of her and see to her needs.
He leaned away from her, picking up the restraint that rested on the mattress beside her right leg and placing the closure around her ankle. He caressed her ankle briefly before following the line of her leg to lightly touch her hip, his fingers following the crease between her thigh and pelvis. He smiled as she groaned with need as he sunk two fingers into her dripping pussy before dragging them out to circle the swollen bud of her clit.
“Deuce,” she moaned, arching her pelvis up to reach for his touch.
He dragged his fingertips down her left thigh until he passed her knee and settled on her ankle. His thumb brushed against its bone softly while his other hand reached for the restraint and attached it securely.
He adjusted the lengths of both leg restraints then settled back on his haunches to admire his mate. She was absolutely stunning in her submission. He searched her face intently for any sign of panic or distress but found none. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, and her eyes were half-closed with passion. Her need for him filled his heart. Her complete surrender to him was beautiful.
He reached out and picked up the flogger with the soft rabbit fur. He dragged the soft lengths of the tails up her leg, from the tips of her toes to her hips then down across her body to repeat the path in reverse direction down her other leg. Her moan at the feel of the soft material made him smile.
He continued to run the tails of the flogger up her body, across her belly, and around her breasts. He repeated the sensuous attack on her arms and face, loving the way she arched her body into the feel of the softness as much as she could with the restraints holding her in place.
“Nice,” she murmured, making him smile.
What a wanton woman he had. He was looking forward to making her soar with pleasure. He leaned forward and kissed her lips lightly, pulling away before she could deepen it. Lifting the handle of the flogger, he began a slow assault against every part of her body, flicking the tails against her with the snap of his wrist. There was no sound as the fur connected with her skin. There were only the continuous moans that escaped her as the softness of the impact of the flogger ramped up her desire.
“Feels so good, Deuce,” she moaned. “So soft.”
He leaned forward and trailed kisses up her torso, paying particular attention to her nipples to bring them to a firm peak. He swirled his tongue around the distended morsels, smiling at his mate’s continuous noises of need.
He pulled away from her, smiling as she tried to reach for him. He put aside the flogger to pick up the purple and black braided flogger with the soft deer tails. Starting at her ankles, he flicked it lightly against her body, getting her accustomed to the soft popping sound it made as it connected with her skin.
Gracie was amazed at the feelings that bombarded her. Although the tails could be felt, there was no pain, just an awareness of the material as it snapped against her body. It was an incredibly sensual experience for her.
“Are you doing okay, baby?” Deuce asked her as he continued the gentle flicking against her skin as he traveled up the length of her legs to her belly.
“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes closed as she gave herself over to the feel of the flogger.
“No pain?”
“No. No pain.” Her voice was breathless as she answered him.
“Good.”
He brought the tails of the flogger up to her left breast, circling it slowly before lifting his hand and snapping his wrist so that it connected with a pop against her turgid nipple.
Gracie moaned and arched her back at the feel of the soft leather against her nipple. Sparks of pleasure shot through her breast. She had never experienced such an odd feeling that was both confusing and arousing. When Deuce repeated the decadent assault on her right breast, she could not stop the moan of excitement that was ripped from her lips.
Deuce’s cock was dripping a steady stream of pre-cum as he watched his Gracie give herself over to the erotic feelings she was experiencing. He reached down and gathered a good amount of his pre-cum and inserted his fingers into her already clenching pussy, determined to have part of himself inside of her as he continued to flick the flogger against her breasts.
She was beginning to pant, and he could tell it wasn’t going to take much to push her that last little bit into complete ecstasy. He brought the flogger down her torso, continuing the rhythmic flicking of his wrist to keep her need level high. When he reached the soft, brown curls that covered her mound, he spread her folds with the first two fingers of his left hand while his right hand flicked the soft leather tails with increased force on the swollen button of pleasure that was standing tall, begging for attention.
She screamed at the contact as her orgasm blasted through her body. He pushed his fingers into her dripping sheath as she convulsed beneath him. He nearly came right then as her vaginal muscles clamped down on his fingers, trying to suck him inside of her. He wanted to bury his cock deep inside of her, but he would not stop this scene until she had experienced it completely. Only then could he give in to his need to lose himself within her body. Then she would always know that this part of their love life was something to be desired and enjoyed.
He lay over her body and held her as tremors rocked through her system. He kissed her face and her neck, petting her body soothingly as he carefully undid the restraints and massaged the muscles of her arms and legs to relax them. She would never know anything but tenderness and pleasure when she submitted to him.
When she was released completely, she looked up at him and smiled. “Rule number one, Deuce?” she asked him, almost pleading.
“Yes, baby. Touch me,” he told her, smiling as her arms encircled him immediately.
She caressed his back, kissing his shoulder, his neck, his chest, before searching for and finding his mouth to claim it. He kissed her gently, helping her to come down from the intensity of the scene. He knew they weren’t finished, but he knew that she had to have this moment to connect with him before they could continue. And continue they would.
“I wasn’t afraid,” she whispered against his neck.
“That’s good, honey. You should never be afraid.”
He kissed her lips slowly, pulling back to look at her. The way her beautiful, blue eyes gazed up at him made him feel like the most powerfully loved man in the world. Maybe, in this instant, he was.
“I’m not finished with you, honey,” he told her, laughing softly at the raise of her eyebrows. She was so languid from her orgasm she was pliant and accepting in his hands. Just the way he needed her to be so she could finish the scene.
Carefully and slowly, he turned her over until she lay on her stomach. He peppered kisses across her shoulders and traveled down the length of her spine, stopping to kiss the scars she had received at the hands of her father. He fought to control his anger as he looked at the imprint of the buckle that had hurt her. Never would Gracie ever experience anything but pleasure at his hands.
He continued his sensual assault down her body, kissing her tenderly, showing her with his loving just how much she meant to him. When he reached the luscious globes of her sexy ass, he bit each one gently, smiling against her skin as she moaned into the pillow beneath her.
He reached up and placed his hands on her cheeks, separating them gently to reveal the beautiful, puckered star that had been hidden from him. Without hesitation, he swiped his tongue over the entrance, not stopping even when he felt her stiffen beneath him.
He hummed against her opening, laving it continuously, knowing the minute she gave in to the feeling of him touching her so intimately when her body relaxed and she shivered. He continued to lick at her, pushing the flat of his tongue against the entrance before he leaned back, pointed his tongue, and impaled her repeatedly.
She was moaning into the pillow continuously now. He grabbed the bottle of lube with his right hand and quickly poured some of the viscous fluid onto the fin
gers of his left hand. Leaning back, he inserted one lubed finger into her, pausing as the ring of muscle relaxed and granted him entrance. He pumped in and out of her gently, carefully inserting another finger inside of her as he dripped more lube into her hole. Two fingers soon became three, and then four. When he had four fingers inside of her and began a steady pumping deep inside of her, he picked up the last flogger with his left hand, gripping the burgundy and black diamond braided handle firmly and lifting it to bring it down across her right butt cheek. The forty tails of soft elk skin popped deliciously as it made contact.
Gracie moaned, her body on fire with feeling. The sound of the flogger was in direct contrast to the gentle feeling the tails gave her. There was no pain. It was hard for her brain to connect the two senses. That’s when her brain totally shut down. It couldn’t process the opposing sounds. They didn’t make sense. Instead of fighting it or trying to figure it out, she gave herself up totally to the dominance of her mate. She trusted that Deuce would take care of her. She could just float. And feel. It was amazing.
Deuce felt the moment of complete surrender, and it drove the need in him to claim his mate. Throwing aside the flogger and pulling his fingers from Gracie’s hold, he grabbed hold of his cock, lathered it with a good amount of lube, placed the head at her stretched entrance, and pushed inside her in one continuous stroke. When he was balls deep, he held himself still until her body adjusted to his length and girth.
She was relaxed and accepting beneath him. If she hadn’t reached up to take hold of his hand and bring it to her mouth to kiss it gently, he wouldn’t have believed she was even aware of what he was doing. That place that was called sub space had been something he’d always hoped he could achieve with her. Now that he had, he couldn’t contain his happiness. She was his true match. His true mate. His beautiful submissive.
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