devious device down the unflogged skin over her spine.
It felt surprisingly good, and she realized she was sliding back down into her happy place as all of her senses focused on where the torture thing was headed.
“Here’s an L.” The wheel ran down her flogged skin on the left and crossed to the right.
Her back arched at the burning line.
“And a U.” It went over her scapula and down, across and back up. Such glorious, amazing pain that wasn’t pain now, but a billowing slide of sensation. “Ooooh.”
ILU. What was he spelling?
Oh, oh, he wasn’t. “I love you, too.” She laughed, her voice hoarse.
Then the spiky pinwheel ran over the already burning skin on her buttocks adding a shocking burst of pain. Up and down and across it went, until all her ass ignited into a wonderful roaring fire.
Her legs were moving, trying to dance her bottom out of the way, even as she pushed her butt back for more.
“Mmmph, let’s see if you happen to like this elsewhere. Somewhere even more fun.”
Earlier, her head had grown so heavy she’d rested it against her upraised arm. Now, she opened her eyes as he walked around the posts to stand in front of her.
His eyes held the glint she’d learned to respect. To fear as much as she could fear someone she trusted and loved.
Still…
Her ass cheeks burned.
He started at her neck, using the device so very lightly it merely tickled. Moving downward, it went across the tops of her breasts.
Her breasts were still swollen and hot from the suede flogger, and the pinwheel traced lightly around each in a sensuous circle.
Then it changed as he spiraled in, pressing harder, the sharp pain sliding into a heavy line of heat.
With his other hand, he touched between her legs, his fingers sliding in her wetness. He teased her clit until she tried to go up on her tiptoes, even as the device slowly circled one nipple and then the other.
The exquisite pleasure on her clit somehow joined the piercing sensations on her nipples until she couldn’t tell which sensation was pouring into her.
And the pain and pleasure boiled over, rolled over her, and flattened her as she came and came. Her scream echoed off the stone building.
“That did sound nice. I’m not sure whether you were screaming in pain or from coming.” His low laugh sent a tingle through her as he guided her across the lanai…and when had he freed her from the restraints?
Her heart was still pounding, and her breathing was too fast as he bent her over the back of a heavy patio chair. The cushion was cold against her stomach as he pushed her legs apart. “Don’t move, pet.”
His voice was deep. Commanding. And she could hear his pleasure at what he’d done to her. What he planned to do next.
A thrill ran through her. Sex with him was unlike anything she’d ever had before.
She could hear him unzip his jeans. The harsh denim rubbed her tender ass cheeks as his erection pressed at her slick entrance. He eased in slightly, gripped her hip, and penetrated her in a long, hard thrust.
Pleasure exploded through her at the intimate invasion. “Ah, ah, ah.”
“Very nice.” Chuckling, he bent over her, his chest against her back, his cock plunging even deeper.
And then he closed his hands on her tortured, sensitive breasts…and squeezed.
Pain—pleasure—pain poured through her in erotic waves.
He rubbed his callused palms over the pinpricks left by the Wartenberg wheel, and she squeaked. When he rolled her swollen nipples between his fingers, her body responded, contracting around his shaft as she squirmed beneath him.
Laughing with a sadist’s enjoyment, he tugged on her nipples with each hard thrust.
And the floodwaters of sensation closed over her and drowned her in pleasure.
Chapter Thirty
Sunday had finally arrived. As Valerie headed for the playground, anxiety about the upcoming confrontation slowed her step.
She paused for a calming breath. The scent of the surrounding swamp was thick in the air. Only a few puffy clouds broke the deep blue of the sky. So much anxiety filled her it seemed wrong for the sun to be shining.
You can do this, woman.
She straightened her shoulders.
Alongside the Hillsborough River, Lettuce Lake had always been one of her family’s favorite parks. As a mother, she’d appreciated the shady playground when the children were young. Years later, they’d traverse the boardwalk to look for alligators. Eventually, there’d been canoeing and kayaking.
Her heart hurt. They’d been a happy family, hadn’t they?
With a sigh, she