This time she managed to stifle the sound of longing in her throat, but barely.
She watched him anxiously when he moved away from her across the room. Her eyes widened a few seconds later when he stood from reaching into one of the duffel bags he’d brought and she saw a black leather flogger in his hand.
Huey favored a flogger, she recalled as she tried to quash her rising panic.
Spankings and paddlings were one thing, but this was different . . . even if it was Shane at the helm.
She shook her head rapidly on the pillow. “No. I don’t want to, Shane.” She made eye contact with him as he came toward her, making sure that he understood she was serious. He paused mid-stride, obviously catching the stark anxiety in her tone.
“Why?” he asked as he came closer.
Laura shivered, her gaze fixed on the black leather straps that dangled next to his thigh. The flogger Shane held had straps that were shorter than the one Huey preferred, but still—
“I—I don’t like to be whipped.”
He didn’t move for a few seconds. Her gaze leapt up to his face. He studied her with a fierce stare.
“I’d hardly call what I planned to do to you whipping. Surely you know about sensation play. I’d never cause you physical harm, Laura. The worst you’ll ever experience at my hands is a sting and a burn, but it’s meant to enhance sensation . . . to increase your pleasure. I’ll never give you more than I think you can take, even with your punishments.”
Her heart beat madly at her throat as she swallowed, trying to wet her suddenly dry throat. “I believe you. But I’m not . . . r-ready for that now.”
He remained motionless.
“Did someone hurt you with a flogger?”
“No . . . I mean . . . yes . . .” Laura fumbled, knowing she somehow needed to explain her reaction or Shane would only become more suspicious than he was. He’d thought she’d sounded more than willing in those surveillance tapes, after all.
The vision of Huey rearing up over her, the flogger up over his head, a vicious leer of mixed lust and fury twisting his features flashed into her mind’s eye. It’d only happened once. Moody had requested a demonstration of Huey’s power over her soon after they were married . . . when Laura had stepped out of line.
The experience with the flogger had been unpleasant, but that wasn’t what made her cringe. The flogger memory had blended with the far more powerfully frightening recollection of Huey leaning over her with a belt, lips stretched back over his teeth, the silver buckle gleaming. Laura clenched her eyelids together tightly as though she could squeeze out the frightening image until it held no power over her.
“Laura?” Shane asked tensely.
“Once,” she said in a rush of honesty. “It happened once. And I made sure it never happened again.” She looked up into his taut features. “You don’t need to feel sorry for me. It’s just . . . something else . . . I don’t want the flogger.”
Shane’s brows knitted together furiously. For a split second Laura had the impression he was going to come down over her and shake her until the truth popped out of her unwilling throat.
But instead he abruptly turned and walked across the room toward the partially opened duffel bag on the floor.
He neared the bed this time carrying a crop with a thin, whippy handle and a two-and-a-half-inch round popper at the end of it. From his other hand streamed a nine-inch-long swatch of what appeared to be soft fibers—silk or maybe even horsehair? He set the skein of silky fibers on the bedside table and Laura saw they were attached to a black handle. Shane must have read the dubious expression on her face because he gave a small smile.
“Are . . . are you going to punish me for attacking you earlier?” she asked in a quivery voice when her gaze once again lingered on the crop. For some reason she couldn’t remove her gaze from the vision of his large, masculine hand holding the black leather handle. Despite her anxiety the image struck her as potently erotic.
“No,” he said quietly. He reached down and stroked the skin on her belly and ribs, making Laura shiver with pleasure. Her nipples pulled into hard little darts as she watched his fingertips skim over her torso. “I can use the crop when you’ve been bad, but I can use it just as effectively to bring you pleasure.” A low growl vibrated in his throat when he touched the underside of her breast. “Your skin is so amazingly soft.”
“Thank you.”
He glanced up and smiled when he heard her breathy whisper. “Have you ever been pleasured with a crop before?” he asked as he lazily stroked the side of her breast. Her nipple stood at full alert status, distended and red, begging for him to touch it, but instead his calloused fingertips moved to the sensitive skin at the side of her torso.
“Yes,” Laura lied. Huey had tried to use his extensive cache of toys on her a few times just after they were married, but it was a joke to think she’d ever taken pleasure from it. Huey had quickly learned that Laura refused to play the worshipful, panting whore that he required to become aroused and find sexual fulfillment.
Besides, anything Huey did in regard to the sex act could hardly be called pleasurable.
In the end, her contemptuous gaze and scathing remarks about his lack of skill when it came to truly giving a woman what she needed made him avoid her altogether in the bedroom, preferring to pay to have prostitutes loudly shout their praises to his sexual prowess in front of his friends.
And Laura had been all too relieved to have him leave her alone. They’d had to hide the fact that Laura wasn’t the cowering wife that Randall Moody desired her to be. Thankfully Huey would have done anything to protect the legend of his supposed godlike, masterful lovemaking.
Her eyes widened when Shane raised the crop. She had her doubts about Shane giving her any pleasure using the type of toys that Huey used to collect. She did know that she wanted to give Shane pleasure.
And that she trusted him.
Wasn’t that what he’d ultimately been asking her for?
She trailed the round little popper’s path as he lowered it to the beaded nipple that had begged for his touch a moment ago. The surface of the slapper felt smooth and cool as he lightly rubbed the straining flesh. Laura moaned as her clit twanged with a stab of sympathy for what her nipple endured.
“Your breasts are so sensitive,” Shane murmured as he moved the circular popper over them, lightly massaging her. It wasn’t made of hard plastic, like Laura would have thought, but instead a more flexible material, like a pillow of turgid silicone. The fact that they both watched his actions with tight focus aroused Laura all the more. “Do they get sore easily?”
Laura blinked, breaking the hypnotic trance she’d been under as she watched the crop sliding across her other breast and rubbing against the aching nipple. “Yes,” she muttered. “They get really sensitive during my period. Painfully so, sometimes. The nipples chafe against my bra. I have to be really careful about what I wear.”
Shane made a growling noise and paused to unfasten the first few buttons of his jeans. Laura could understand why—things were getting pretty tight behind that button fly.
“Why would the idea of my breasts getting sore during my period turn you on?” she wondered, perplexed and amused.
“Because. It’s an indicator of how nerve-packed your nipples are. It’s exciting. Have you ever had an orgasm from nipple stimulation alone?” he asked gruffly as he ran the crop’s circular tip over her ribs and belly. Laura squirmed in rising arousal.
“No.”
Shane sucked in his breath slowly as he skimmed the slapper over her hip and then her thigh. Laura groaned when he ran it softly along her inner thigh, just an inch away from her spread pussy.
“Well, we’ll just have to see if it’s possible, won’t we?” he asked, although he seemed too involved in his task of sliding the crop along her hip to expect an answer. “I’m going to give you some slaps now, baby—set your nerves on fire . . . make them hot and hungry. Are you ready?”
Laura merely nodded, too overwhelmed by his sexy proposal to form words. Shane raised the crop and snapped it down on the outside of her hip. Pop. Pop. Pop. She moaned and shifted restlessly in her restraints. It hadn’t hurt really, but the slapper made her skin feel hot and prickly. He moved it after each slap, enlivening every inch of her hips and upper thighs.
She found the sound of it striking briskly against her skin almost unbearably exciting. Liquid heat bubbled out of her pussy, anointing the outer tissues. She wondered if Shane could see the wetness, spread as she was for his gaze. She writhed in arousal at the thought.
“Stay still,” Shane directed. He kept the slapper positioned on her inner thigh until she calmed. When he resumed he brought the crop down on her belly, lightly slapping the sensitive skin until it blushed a light pink. He popped her hip with a bit more force and smiled.
“It makes a sweet sound on your firm flesh, doesn’t it?” he murmured seductively. Laura opened her mouth but nothing left her lips because Shane had begun to lightly rub the crop on the sensitive skin on her pelvis directly next to her pubic hair.
She cried out in surprise when he suddenly pushed his forefinger into her slit, probing her pussy deeply before he withdrew. He plunged his finger into his mouth and sucked hungrily. When he saw her dazed expression of what must have been stunned lust, he smiled and withdrew his finger.
“Sorry. I couldn’t resist that honey pot. You’re soaking wet.” He moved the crop tip to the sensitive skin on the side of her breast. “Should I make your breasts nice and pink, Laura? Would you like that?”
She moaned uncontrollably. “Yes.”
His sexy smile widened as he brought down the crop, snapping underneath and the sides of her tender breasts. The pleasure that tore down to her pussy caused Laura to tighten in the restraints. Shane continued despite her struggle of agonized excitement, popping her other breast gently but briskly, carefully avoiding her distended nipples.
Laura’s eyelids sprung open when Shane abruptly struck her hip—whap. The swat wasn’t sufficient to cause significant pain, but it was certainly enough to deepen her arousal exponentially.
“Stop fighting it, honey.”
Laura forced herself to relax her muscles, allowing her body to sink back into the bed. She stared at Shane, wide-eyed in anticipation. She bit off a moan when he slowly raised the crop back over her chest. Her panting caused her breasts to heave in rising excitement. The sensitive flesh burned and tingled. She watched the snapper with a sharp focus that matched Shane’s.
They groaned in unison when he brought down the popper on her right breast.
“Look how it jiggles,” he mumbled under his breath, his eyes glued to her breast.
His free hand went to his crotch, ripping at the remaining buttons on his jeans. He plunged his hand into his boxer briefs and pulled out inch after inch of dusky, thick cock. He pistoned his big hand just below the head for several strokes before he released it. His boxer briefs pressed against the thick column of blood-engorged flesh, but the head was too heavy for the elastic to keep pinned to his taut abdomen. It dropped forward and to the right, revealing several more inches of delicious cock.
“Oh, God, Shane,” Laura cried out, her desire becoming desperate. Her clit burned unbearably, so needy for friction. Her hips rose up and she pulled once again on her restraints but she couldn’t get the pressure she required.
Shane raised the crop a mere two inches over a tight, achy nipple.
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“The nipple . . . use it on the nipple,” she whispered raggedly.
“Like this?” He popped the aching crest.
Laura’s back arched in excitement, her body becoming a straining flame of sensation, eager to blaze hot and fast.
“More,” she groaned in cresting desire when Shane snapped the other painfully erect nipple, making a sweet popping sound. “More. I need more!” she pleaded. She twisted in her restraints when he complied, snapping both stiff, eager nipples several more times. Laura was only vaguely aware of him leaning down over her, so caught up was she in her excitement.
But when he trapped the tip of one breast in his warm, wet mouth and lashed at the aching bud with his raspy tongue, Laura’s eyes went wide. When he applied a taut, hungry suction, she shouted and exploded. Shane continued to suckle her nipple as she jerked helplessly in climax. After a few seconds, however, he stood and snapped the crop against her spread cunt.
Her shout escalated to a scream as her orgasm pitched up several notches in amplitude. She shuddered in pleasure for what felt like a glorious eternity as Shane prolonged her climax by gently, rhythmically swatting her swollen labia and clit.
Finally she sagged into the bed gasping, her brain and body overloaded by pleasure.
“Now that was a pretty thing.”
She blinked dazedly, turning toward Shane’s voice. Her eyes widened when she saw that he’d removed his jeans and underwear while she’d struggled to regain equilibrium.
“You please me beyond measure, Laura,” he said huskily as he unfastened one ankle restraint and then the other.
Laura wanted to tell him that he was the one who pleased her beyond anything in her wildest dreams, but her body still clam ored after her thunderous climax. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath to tell him much of anything. Instead, she just watched him fixedly as he came around the foot of the bed, his taut muscles glistening with a light coat of perspiration, his cock stiff and swollen, a stream of clear pre-come running from the slit and moistening the head.
He must be pleased, Laura thought wryly as desire once again quickened in her womb. The sight of Shane’s cock caused the miraculous. Her body pulsed with awakened arousal when she still hadn’t yet caught her breath from an explosive climax.
She glanced up at Shane curiously when he began to release her wrists, as well. Was he finally going to let her run her hands all over his beautiful body and taste him at her leisure?
“I want you to turn over. I’m going to restrain your wrists again.”
Her face fell in disappointment. “But I want to touch you, Shane.”
His expression went rigid.
“I want that, too, baby. But not yet. Now turn over. That’s it. Here, let me put some pillows under you.”
When he was done arranging her the way he wanted, he lengthened the restraints so that he could reattach her wrist cuffs. She thought she’d felt vulnerable and exposed when he restrained her before, but this was even worse. He’d propped up her hips with the pillows so that her bottom stuck up in the air. Her cheek rested on the mattress. Her nipples just grazed the sheet, creating an arousing, low-grade chafing sensation on the hypersensitized crests. Because Shane had lengthened the restraint straps, her arms rested comfortably on the mattress above her head. She was up on her knees, her thighs opened widely.
Her nerves felt hyperaroused, her flesh tingly and flushed with hot, pumping blood running just below the surface of her skin. Even the cool air of the room seemed to stimulate and tease her wet, spread pussy.
She jumped when she felt the snapper of the crop slide along her bottom, caressing her. She cast a sideways glance up at Shane anxiously. He stood close to the edge of the bed. His large, engorged penis filled her vision. She licked her lower lip.
“You look gorgeous, baby,” he said as he ran the smooth surface of the popper all over her bare bottom and the sensitive patch of skin above the crack of her ass. “Your blush has faded from your paddling. Let’s see if we can’t turn this plump little ass just as pink as the front of you.”
Laura turned her face into the mattress as he began to pop her bottom with the slapper repeatedly. It was nothing like being paddled; the burn was low-level and more precise. It also felt unbearably exciting to know that Shane stared at her while she held such a vulnerable pose, his hot blue eyes taking in every detail of her ass, spread thighs, and exposed, dripping pussy.
Having turned the temperature of her ass up to a
slow simmer, the slapper progressed down her thighs, its frequent contact with her flesh filling the air with sharp, staccato whapping noises. Laura moaned when Shane changed his position slightly, working the crop so he could reach the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
“Spread your legs farther,” he ordered.
Laura complied, although embarrassment mixed with her arousal. She’d already been opened wide to him, her pussy fully exposed. But once she’d spread her knees an inch in each direction, she felt the cool air of the room not only touch more of her pussy’s delicate tissues, but also the sensitive skin around her asshole.
“That’s right,” Shane rumbled, and Laura could tell by his low, sensual growl that he’d noticed what had been exposed.
By the time the snapper had reached within an inch of the lips of her labia Laura was calling out Shane’s name. It felt unbearably exciting, feeling the crop pop in the dampness that seeped from her pussy. Her womb flexed inward almost painfully, aching to be filled. She arched her back, desperate to get the delicious friction of the sheets on her throbbing nipples.
“Why are you calling my name that way?” Shane asked in a soft, sensual rasp as he moved to the bedside table. He set down the crop. “Doesn’t it feel good?”
Laura turned her head and opened one eye, taking in every detail of his appearance. A light sheen of sweat shone on his chest and belly. His tiny, dark brown nipples looked just as erect as her own. Pre-come streamed from the slit of his magnificent erection in a steady flow.
He looked down when he saw where she stared, chuckling when he saw the clear liquid. Laura watched wide-eyed as he caught the streaming fluid and closed his hand into a fist over the head, rubbing the pre-come into his cock, making it glisten . . .
“I asked you a question, baby.”
“It feels wonderful,” Laura whispered, her gaze never leaving the awesome sight of him stroking his big cock. “I just can’t take any more. I need you to fuck me now.”
His fist paused mid-shaft. Another drop of clear liquid swelled rapidly at the slit, making Laura moan in anguished longing. She licked her lower lip.
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