by Linzi Basset
Rachel shook her head as she felt the power of his will seep into her skin. She was floored at how weakened the heated look in his eyes made her feel.
“That’s not very convincing, little one,” he drawled gruffly.
His lips latched onto the pulp of flesh below her thumb and he sucked, flicking his tongue with sharp jabs against her sensitized skin. Rachel didn’t miss the sexuality of what he was reenacting, nor the effect it had on her starved ovaries.
“Just one short test, and seeing as I already committed to no sex, you don’t have anything to worry about. I’m not a sexual predator, Rachel. I’m a Dom who thrives on sexual dominance as long as it’s consensual.”
Rachel’s motor skills were overwhelmed by his magnetism. His deep voice soothed away the alarm ringing in her mind and with his tongue drawing teasing trails of seduction on the inside of her palm, he ensured all her senses were focused on him. The clever cowboy was drowning her mind with sensations. Her mind was a scrambled mess as she struggled to compute the pleasure that followed each caress. Her body had been numb for so long, she was helpless to fight the way he molded the confused emotions inside her with no more than his touch.
“W-what kind of test did you have in mind?”
Oh, shut up, Rachel! Put a damn lock on your lips, why don’t you?
If only it was as easy as that. She seemed to have lost the ability to think, let alone keep her wayward mouth in check; all of a sudden, it seemed to have a mind of its own.
“An erotic flogging.”
Her eyes went as wide as saucers. She’d imagined him doing something simple, using his hands to tease and arouse her, maybe forced or controlled climaxes. Not once had she thought of anything as involved as a flogging—well, maybe at best, perhaps a spanking by his hand.
“F-flogging with a … a flogger?”
“That’s usually what a flogging entails, yes.” Hunter didn’t push further, he waited.
“I … ehm, I’m not so sure it’s something I’ll be able to …” Her hands fluttered in the air. “My dad never even spanked me.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry, the answer is no.”
“The intention with an erotic flogging isn’t pain; well, not much, rather to induce the submissive inside you to come out and play. Seeing as it’ll be your first introduction to pleasure with the added inducement of pain, I’ll offer a light impact only. I promise I won’t hurt you, my pet, and as you already know so much, you know there is a way to end it if it becomes too much for you.”
“A safeword.”
“Exactly. Not that I believe you’ll need it. As a Dom, it’s my responsibility to know to what level I can take you and pull back before you reach the end of your endurance.” He placed another sexually charged kiss in her palm. “Twenty-five lashes, little one, that’s all I’m asking.”
“How about fifteen?”
Hunter didn’t smile and his eyes turned dark although he felt a burst of pride inside him for her bravery. Bartering was the norm when discussing a BDSM scene and the fact that she was opening herself to it, showed she already reached a decision.
“Your honeyed nectar is intoxicating.” He leaned in to nibble on her ear. It couldn’t hurt to ensure she didn’t change her mind. He sighed against her delicate mouth, aware of the conflict raging inside her.
His laugh was low, a sensual purr that caused her nipples to tighten. Good Lord, Rachel, behave yourself. She realized she’d made a tactical error closing her eyes to avoid the sight of his tempting lips when he pressed them against her own. She was still savoring the blissful caress when he withdrew. Shivers trailed down her spine in after effect the brief, yet passionate touch had on her.
“Let’s meet each other halfway. Twenty, and I want you naked.”
Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets. She wasn’t shy of her body but she’d never been blatantly naked in front of a man outside of having sex—in bed.
Except with him, Rachel. Remember?
Shut up! She all but sneered at her inner voice and flicked a look at him.
“I’m not comfortable with that.”
“Come now, Rachel. I’ve seen you naked before, and since I’m depriving myself of any sexual relief, you could at least give me a pleasurable view.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but a Dom achieves sexual gratification during a flogging, doesn’t he?”
“We do but there’s nothing as arousing as watching soft cheeks ripple under the impact of leather strips.”
Rachel fiddled with the seam of her dress. The last time she was this tempted to claw out of her conservative shell was with this man. Like then, she stood helpless against the seductive aura that encapsulated her; one that consisted of rippling muscles and a dark, promising look.
“And you’ll stop if I use my safeword.”
“Immediately and with no questions asked.” Hunter didn’t dawdle but got up and pulled her to her feet. “I have a suspicion you’ll feel too exposed here with the open windows.” He tapped her nose. “But next time, it’ll be right here, in front of them with the moon basking you in silvery beams.”
Rachel’s legs were wobbly at best as she trotted after him up the stairs and down a winding hallway to his bedroom. It was a large, airy room; as big and masculine as the cowboy himself with heavy dark wood furniture, decorated in shades of brown, orange, and bronze.
Before she could change her mind, he nimbly unzipped her dress and gently lowered it; his hands traced a path over her hips and her legs until she stepped out of it. He stayed on his haunches and took off her shoes, followed by her panties. He slowly raised. His eyes glowed like liquid silver as he looked at her. Like the first time two years ago, he was disarmed by her nudity in the dim light of the night lamps on the bedside tables. He was as aroused by the vulnerability in her eyes as he was by the perfection of her body. His gaze traveled over her frame. Her breasts were perfectly molded to her form, begging for him to brush a finger across the taut nipples, which he did with indulged reverence.
“You have beautiful breasts, baby,” he murmured as he nibbled on one taut nipple while fondling the roundness of the other perky orb. His palms coasted over the distended nubs, soaking up the uncontrolled sensual moans puffing from her lips. “Gorgeously perfect,” he said, lingering those marked moments so that she understood how beautiful he found her. More than that; how he reveled in her submission to him.
His eyes turned hooded as he tilted her face upward with his fist under her chin. “You need to choose a safeword that you’ll remember even under duress. Have you decided on one?”
Rachel racked her mind searching for a word that’d fall easily from her lips. Although, based on the effect he had on her under normal circumstances, she highly doubted she’d be able to think, let alone get out a word edgewise—including a safeword to save her behind.
“The internationally recognized safeword is red,” he offered as he noticed her indecisiveness.
“Okay, I’m sure I’ll be able to remember that.”
“Just a word of caution, Rachel. Please, stop, or anything in that line doesn’t count as a safeword and will be ignored.”
“I understand.”
He cupped her cheeks and placed a tender kiss on her lips. A soft, gentle reminder that he was a man of his word and wouldn’t induce anything more intimate than she was willing to offer.
“Ready?”
“No.” She smiled wanly as she looked around the room. “But I committed to this ridiculous test of yours and I’ll honor it.”
“One thing I can promise you, is that your mindset will be completely different come morning.” He gestured toward the bed. “Please stand at the foot of the bed. Place your hands on the edge and move your feet back so that your ass pushes upward. Make sure your feet are spread shoulder width apart.” His eyes darkened. “Be in position when I return, my pet. I’m going to fetch my flogger.”
She breathed in deeply as she watched him disappear through the door, suddenly not so sure she knew what
she was getting herself into.
Chapter Four
“Pull up your granny pants, Rachel. You can do this. Even if only to prove to him that he has no hold over you—sexually or otherwise.”
Rachel ignored the voice inside her mind that burst out in mocking laughter at her words. She shuffled into position, wondering just where he stashed his torture tools, since she’d heard him stomp down the hallway. She closed her eyes as she reached deep inside her to stop the trembling in her legs. She had no idea why she agreed to this, but the longer she stood in position—naked and completely vulnerable with her ass on display—the more excited and aroused she became.
“Stop it, Rachel. It’s a test to prove to him you’re walking away once it’s over. Don’t freaking mess it up.”
She heaved in a deep breath and forced her muscles to relax.
“Fuck, what a gorgeous view.”
She started as Hunter’s deep voice graveled from the doorway. She glanced his way and promptly forgot to breathe. He was wearing a pair of tight black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. It molded to the bulge between his legs and … fuck me! … the long, hard ridge of his arousal. She licked her suddenly dry lips as her eyes were hijacked by the red leather flogger in his hand. The strips were long and looked frighteningly real all of a sudden.
Then he was behind her. Rachel’s breath hitched when he brushed the flogger up her legs, buttocks, and back; up on one side and down the other side of her body. She couldn’t quantify if the quiver in her stomach was from fear or anticipation.
“Feel the leathery caress of my flogger, little one,” he rasped as he caressed her arms and shoulders with the strips and continued until her body was covered in goosebumps. A moan echoed around them in the wake of each gentle stroke of the leather strips along her skin.
“Oh, lord,” she moaned as he brushed the flogger against her buttocks.
“Are you prepared for its sting, my pet?” His voice roughened a split second before the strands slashed across her bottom in the first strike.
Rachel jerked at the unexpectedness of the hit but did no more than sigh in response. She was too surprised about the resulting warmth that crawled over her skin in after effect.
“I think so,” she whimpered as he flicked the flogger down her legs and on the outsides of her thighs. As the lashes tapped slowly toward her inner thighs, she shook her head, her desire evident from the juices slithering from between her labia. It was incomprehensible that she could be this quickly aroused. On the other hand, it felt more like teasing than flogging, if she had to be honest. The strikes stung but in a pleasurable way.
“Ah, yes, little one. This is exactly the kind of response I was hoping for and proves my suspicion. You’re a natural submissive, Rachel. Just look at you. You’re completely relaxed, trusting, and accepting the control I have over you.”
Rachel mewled as he pressed against her buttocks and circled her waist with his arms to draw caressing circles on her belly. She sucked in a breath as his hands trailed upwards to squeeze her breasts while moving his hips suggestively against her buttocks. She gasped at the gentle reminder that although the strikes had been more teasing than painful, it still left an impact, which she now felt as a stinging pain rushed from where he rubbed himself against her to her brain.
“Let’s continue, shall we?” Hunter stepped back and grasped the flogger he’d thrown over his shoulder. He waited until her shoulders relaxed before he flicked his wrist. The leather strips struck again, up and down her legs, then over the soft curve of her buttocks.
Rachel soon became mesmerized by the pattern she could feel he was creating over her shoulders, her hips, and her inner thighs. It was the easiest reaction to give herself over to the sting of his flogger.
“Oh, my god,” she cried as he stepped against her and with checked roughness, caressed her flaming cheeks, rubbing the heat of the sting deeper to settle with an insistent throbbing in her loins. She bit her lip as his fingers moved between her legs to stroke the soft skin of her inner thighs. Her moans were pleasurable and a melody of lust as she wiggled her hips against his, completely discombobulated by the arousal he awakened inside her. “Holy shit,” she puffed as he easily thrust a finger deep inside her wet pussy. A teasing flick of his thumb over her clit caused her hips to jerk wildly.
“Perfect, Rachel. Absolutely sublime,” he whispered in her ear. She belatedly realized that the heat infiltrating her back was from his hot skin pressed against her as he leaned over her. “Shall I continue, little one?”
“I …” Rachel swallowed the spittle forming in her mouth but she didn’t hesitate. She wanted this, she needed to feel where the sting of his flogger would take her. “Yes, please.”
Hunter sighed with the pleasure that was a kickstart to his testosterone at her complete subjugation to him as well as an accolade to the pleasure he brought her with his whip.
“You please me, Rachel, so fucking much.”
He moved away before she could gather her frayed senses to formulate a response.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
He wielded the flogger in such an amazing way that Rachel soon found herself timing her breathing to his rhythm. He continued with the figure-eight pattern, hitting one side, then the other, making sure to avoid her spine and vital organs with impressive skill she wished she could watch, as much as she felt it.
“Holy hell!” she cried as he unexpectedly altered the pattern and flicked the strips between her legs, striking her pussy. It was a natural reaction to close her legs. “Oww!” she screamed as a much harsher lash connected with her buttocks.
“Open your legs, Rachel, and keep them like that. Close them again and I add another five strikes.”
“That freaking hurt,” she wailed but before she comprehended moving, her legs were back in position.
“Did it?” His tone was unconcerned, if not amused, but the next lash landing on her thighs preempted a response. He gradually moved the blows upward, harder than before. Rachel’s moans turned to cries and another shrieking scream as he cracked the strands between her legs.
Hunter pressed against her buttocks and leaned over her back, teasingly toggling her clit with his fingers while pinching and pulling her nipples.
“I can smell your need, Rachel. Tell me, little one, do you want to come, my pet?” he rasped against her ear.
“I do. Lord knows, yes, I do,” she whimpered. Her hips danced in a wild, uncontrolled orbit against his hands.
“Hmm, I don’t think so, my pet.”
“But … please, Hunter,” she puffed breathlessly as he pinched her clit and nipples simultaneously. She didn’t even question her reaction, or acceptance that she needed his permission to climax.
“Since I’m deprived of an orgasm, so are you. For now, at least.”
The next few strikes were aimed at her thighs and the underside of her buttocks. Rachel’s curses echoed to the ceiling as the edges of the strips stung her labia. She was beyond caring that the strikes were harder and that they hurt like nothing she’d ever experienced. All that flooded her mind was the throbbing of her clit and the demanding pressure in her loins.
She needed to come … badly!
“Prepare for your final four strikes, my pet, and remember; You’re not allowed to climax.” His warning still rang in her ears when he flicked his wrist and with four consecutive lashes, flogged her pussy—hard.
“Fucking hell! Oowww!” she screamed as she succumbed to the pain and fell forward onto her stomach on the bed, clamping her legs together and writhing in desperation to keep back the climax clawing at her loins. She was oblivious to the sign of her obvious arousal in the juices flooding her thighs.
“Please, I beg you, I need to come,” she whimpered as she curled into a ball, completely overwhelmed by the pressure that continued to build inside her. She had never experienced anything close to this. It threw her into a swirling vortex that she had no way of getting out of.
“Easy, little one. Rela
x your muscles and lie back. I’ll take care of you.”
Rachel allowed his voice to soothe her as it filtered through the edges of her overstimulated mind like the calming effect of a single malt whiskey. She gave over to his hands massaging her legs and stretching her out on the bed as he settled beside her; his large hands never once stopped their tender ministrations.
He pressed his lips against her ear and nibbled on the lobe. His breath was warm as he whispered roughly, “Now, my little dove, you may come at will.”
His lips closed over a nipple and he sucked it deep inside his mouth at the same time as his fingers brushed in a featherlight sweep over her clitoris. It was enough. Her body jerked and a carnal mew drifted to the roof as a shattering climax rippled through her. Her body arched in a bow as he slipped two fingers inside her and finger fucked her through two consecutive climaxes. Rachel was mindless, completely lost in the maelstrom of pleasure-pain that flung her high like a tidal wave, only to sweep her under with the next breath.
“Oh lord,” she moaned as his weight moved from beside her to settle between her thighs. She was breathless and struggling to come down to earth but was cognizant of feeling the satiny hardness of his cock pressing against her clit. She began to struggle.
“Easy, little one. Relax.” He brushed his fingers over her forehead. “I made you a promise, Rachel, and I have no intention of breaking it but I’ll be damned if I don’t take advantage of your arousal.”
His head dipped lower to nibble first one and then the other nipple. He moved his hips, rubbing his hard cock up and down against her over-sensitive clit. She moaned as once again he sparked the heat inside her.
“Yes, baby, that’s it,” he prodded as she dug her heels in next to her and humped his hardness, desperate to tip over the edge. He tilted her hips higher so that his cock rested between her wet and hot labia. Her whimpers turned carnal as she twitched and thrashed against him, coating his length with her essence. His movements turned haggard, desperate as he snapped his hips, sliding his cock up and down between her lips. It was torture, feeling his hard length at her entrance but remaining empty inside.
