Page 20 of Playing with Forever
Chase merely arched a brow and selected a flogger from the rack on the wall, with a dark wooden handle, beautiful dark green leather strips, and black, wooden beads tied off on the ends. “I had this custom made,” he said, returning to me and lightly trailing those cool beads against my warm skin.
I shivered, feeling my nipples pucker against my lace bra. Everything felt unexpectedly soft, and somehow, Chase dragging the strands along my thighs and stomach felt even more vulnerable than my ass. Very slowly, he trailed them up and down my body like a soft, sensual caress. I relaxed, sinking into the soothing sensation.
He flicked his wrist and the leather strips smacked my thigh. I gasped, clenching instinctively for the pain. Chase chuckled as the strands landed so much softer than I’d expected. It was a tease compared to the riding crop.Hewas teasing me, I realized.
Chase lightly slapped my other thigh with the flogger. One-two, one-two, one-two, in a mesmerizing, soothing rhythm. The arousing sensations lulled me once again, my limbs going lax.
Smack.A little harder this time, and the beads tapped in quick succession against my pussy. I shrieked in surprise, my legs trying to draw together but stopped by the cuffs. I panted up at him, my eyes wide. “Whha—oh my God.”
“Just breathe,” he murmured in a low, coaxing voice.
He returned to the previous unhurried rhythm, but now those sensations gliding along my skin were far less tranquil because I had no idea when a gentle stroke of leather and beads would turn into a proper sting. Just when my body would relax, soothed and almost floating in a strange headspace I’d never felt before, the next hard slap would land and I’d cry out, shoved back into the present, every nerve ending alert.
From the side of the bed, Chase watched me avidly, hungrily, his wrist rotating and twirling the flogger with an impressive ease and skill that had me beyond aroused. I knew he could reduce me to a sobbing wreck with this, but the tease was actually worse. I shivered, my awareness heightened, as I waited andwaitedfor the next blow.
“Now that you’ve had a little taste of what this flogger can do,” Chase said, a sinful grin curving his lips. “Why don’t we ramp things up so you can pay for your bratty attitude earlier? Or, you can be a good girl for me and call me sir.”
I glared up at him, knowing he wouldn’t want me to give in that easily, nor did I want to. “Not happening,” I fired back.
Crack. The flogger snapped against the upper swells of my breasts, the part that was exposed by my bra. I cried out, shocked at the small red welts rising on my skin. My pussy clenched. Whether it was the pain, the surprise, or the fire in Chase’s eyes as he stared down at me, I was consumed with lust.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me now?” Chase asked, looking every inch the uncompromising dom as he wielded the flogger.
I clenched my jaw and shook my head.
Crack.He flogged my breasts again. I screamed, arching, and tears leaked from the corner of my eyes. Then, I moaned, because it hurt so good.
He kept at it, hitting my breasts, then my thighs—and then my pussy with the leather strands and beads. I was delirious with the need to come, completely at his mercy in all the ways I’d always imagined, from a man who knew what I could take and wasn’t going easy on me. Occasionally Chase would pause and ask if I was good or needed a break, and I always refused him.
I understood safewords now like never before, as he used the flogger on me and pleas ofnoandstoptumbled out of my mouth. It was an instinctive reaction, but just hearing myself saying the words and Chase ignoring them only elevated all the exquisite tension building inside of my body.
I felt intoxicated with desire, and beyond frustrated that despite the way those beads and strands of leather licked and slapped at my covered pussy, it wasn’t enough to make me orgasm. It was a frustrating form of edging that had me making inarticulate sounds in the back of my throat.
“Are you going to be good now?” Chase asked me again, when I felt as though I was on the brink of madness.
“Yes,” I gasped out, panting for breath and desperate to climax. “Yes, sir, I’ll be good.”
“There we go,” Chase praised me as he set the flogger aside then returned, skimming his fingers down my stomach to the waistband of my panties, idly tracing the elastic band. “I’m proud of you for enduring so much. You deserve a reward for that.”
“Yes, please…sir,please,” I begged.
He slid his hand into my panties and inhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring. “Fuck, you’re drenched.”
I whimpered as he rubbed my clit slowly, methodically. “Sir… please…”
“Did that flogger make you all wet, sweetheart?” Chase asked me, still stroking and teasing me. “Did that pain feel so fucking good and make you want to come?”
I nodded frantically, unable to form words.
Chase knelt on the bed at my side, pushing two thick fingers deeper into my body to fuck me while he ground his palm hard against my aching, sensitive clit. “Go on then, baby. You can come all over my hand. You were a good girl and good girls get to come.”
As if his permission had been what I’d been waiting for, my back arched as much as my restraints allowed and I embraced the orgasm slamming through me. I gasped for breath then moaned as my pleasure soaked body shook uncontrollably with the force of my release.
“Jesus . . .you’re so fucking perfect,” I heard Chase say, his words making me smile despite how weak I felt. “So damn beautiful with all those red marks on your skin.”
As I drifted back down from my orgasm, I turned my head and watched as he ripped open the front of his jeans. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and his stiff, massive cock immediately sprang free. He groaned, and using the slick moisture from my orgasm as a lubrication, he began stroking his cock in his fist.
The sight mesmerized me. Not just the piercings on his straining shaft, but the expression on his face. The need and lust and hunger, all for me.
