Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I give Brax a chin lift, a silent, “Finish it up, man.”
“Okay, take the floor, Liam.”
It’s unusual for me to do anything like this, to put myself in the spotlight. As a businessman, I like to keep things private. I never scene here without a mask, but tonight, I’m feeling reckless. Maybe it’s because she ran out on me and it angered me. Or maybe it’s because I think she’s afraid, and I don’t want to give in to my own fears. To somehow show her that there’s nothing to be afraid of.
Or maybe I don’t want anything between the two of us when I take these strips of leather to her ass.
Brax steps to the side, and I take Cora in one hand and the flogger in another. Standing in front of the crowd, I take her chin between my fingers and lift her eyes to mine.
“What’s your safeword, sweetheart?” I ask, loud and clear for the room to hear, now that a hush has fallen.
“Apple, sir,” she says like a good little submissive.
Jesus, I want her. And I’m not above negotiations. So tonight, I’m going to show her exactly what she’s leaving on the table.
“Good girl,” I tell her approvingly. “You know your safeword, and you know when to use it?”
Nodding, she whispers, “Yes, sir.”
Still holding her chin, I lower my mouth to hers and brush a gentle kiss to her lips, then whisper in her ear. “You won’t need to safeword with me, Cora.” I continue to whisper in her ear while I drag the vibrant red tails of leather over her shoulder, down her back, and across her upper thighs wishing it was her bare skin.
I address the crowd while caressing the leather over every inch of her. “The flogger can be used to produce so many different sensations, from a tickle to a searing lash that raises welts. Some are more severe than others. I tend to like a moderate one, like this.” I hold it up to the crowd. “It delivers a solid sting, but it isn’t severe. It can be very sensual, and functions as an excellent warm-up implement for a session, but also suitable for a nice, lengthy scene. Unlike more severe implements, the flogger is suitable to be used over other parts of the body as well.” I dangle it over her shoulders then breast, enjoying the way she shudders, and when I get to her ass, I bring it back and flick her hard with it once, twice, three times.
Cora gasps and holds onto me tighter, and a low murmur skitters through the crowd. “These are excellent for travel, and many can even be carried in a pocket. However, beware that these implements are loud.” I give Cora a smile. “And your submissive might be, too.”
The crowd laughs appreciatively.
Now it’s time to dom her.
I step back and point the flogger toward the wall that’s waiting for us. “Flogging can be done with the submissive in pretty much any position. Tied with back bared on a St. Andrew’s Cross. Back down, breasts up, so you can flog her front. Over a spanking bench for a more thorough whipping. And because of the relative short size of the flogger, over the knee works as well. For tonight, we’ll have her present herself for her punishment facing the wall.”
Facing the wall, her hands tremble when she places them palm down. Gently, I kick her legs apart and begin the lecture for the sake of entertainment.
“Was it fair for you to raise your voice to me, little one?” I ask, pacing behind her with the flogger in hand, while I tap it on my palm.
“No, sir,” she says with mock repentance.
There are oh so many things she needs to be punished for.
“Let’s see…I think we have quite a list of infractions. You’ve stormed away from me, mouthed off, talked back…”
“I didn’t exactly—”
“Interrupted me and proven my point with the backtalk.”
Shaking my head, I rear back and swing the flogger through the air, giving her a good, hard smack. She gasps but keeps position.
“Is that proper behavior?”
“No, sir,” she says, giving me a discreet sidelong look. Her eyes are bright and curious. Leaning in, I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger.
“What do you deserve for this?”
“I… I deserve to be punished, sir.”
“You do.” I take my position behind her and flick my wrist. The lengths of leather falls on her ass with a satisfactory snap. Addressing the crowd, I bring my arm back again. “You can administer tame strokes of the flogger. They work very well as a sort of warm-up.” In silence, I administer half a dozen gentler strokes, criss-crossing her pert ass. “Or,” I explain to the crowd. “You can administer much more punishing strokes.” This time, I bring the flogger searing through the air with a whistle, and I know I’ve met my mark when she cries out from the sting of the lashes. I pause, but she doesn’t issue a safeword, so I continue, slow, steady lashes of the flogger, covering her fully clothed upper thighs and ass with the firm, heated strokes.