He stopped, his warm hand on her cheek, as he kissed her hair. Giving her a chance to safeword, she knew, but the pain was like a waterslide, pulling her downward to the depths.
His hand rubbed her bottom for a minute, increasing the wonderful burn.
“Now, we haven’t played with the crop yet.” He stroked the leather down her back and over her butt before starting in with a light tap-tap-tap sensation. Not a bad feeling, really.
The crop moved up and down her ass, then he increased the strength, hitting with a few light ones, then a heavier one that made her squeak.
The sting was shocking, leaving behind a deeper pain as if her skin was welting.
Still standing beside her, he went over the same area, and soon, her ass felt as if it was on fire. A volcano of shimmering sensation reached deep inside her, feeding into lakes of desire.
But then…
He stroked the leather end of the crop over her breasts.
“Wait…uh-uh.” She shook her head, even as he started tapping, creating an almost slapping sensation in circles around her breasts—then hitting right on her nipple.
Ooooh, that was horrible. Wonderful. How could she feel tense, even as she was sliding away?
In between circles, he ran his hands over her burning breasts, hurting her—rousing her unbearably.
“Now I have you warmed up, we can move to the good stuff.” His voice ran over her almost like his hands, warm and sensuous.
The odd cushion between her lower thighs shook, before something pressed lightly against her clit.
A second later, there was a loud hum. Ghost set his hand on her ass and pushed her forward—right into a vibrator.
Only this wasn’t a pleasant bouncy vibrator like the one she owned. Her modest vibrator felt like a dirt bike compared to this gigantic Harley-like effect.
How in the world did a vibrator on her clit make the anal plug vibrate, too?
Too much. Tugging against her restrained arms, she managed to move her hips back only enough the overwhelming sensations decreased…slightly. She sure couldn’t keep from squirming as the vibrations took effect.
“Yes, very nice, pet.”
Then the paddle hit her ass, driving her forward, pressing her hard against the vibrator. He continued, blow after blow, each strike sending a shock of pain through her ass that somehow met the intense pleasure of the vibrator right on her clit.
Her body tightened, the pressure coiling within her, driving her toward an orgasm.
With a low chuckle, he squeezed her breast, set a hand on her bottom, and pushed—holding her right against the vibrator.
Every nerve in her lower half clenched in a shimmering ball of tension and exploded outward in a huge climax. The anal plug added a whole different sensation, and wave after wave of pleasure shuddered through her.
His low laugh held a dark pleasure. “Very pretty. Let’s do that again.”
What?
The crop hit her bottom, her burning bottom, and the riptide of sensation pulled her loose and took her away.
Ghost was deep into Topspace, feeling as if unseen ropes connected him to Valerie. Her skin was sheened with sweat, her face and chest flushed to a dark rose color. How many times had she come? He’d lost track somewhere on the way to a dozen.
But, damn, he’d never seen anything as beautiful as she was when she came, immersed in the cycle of pain and pleasure. Her breasts were red and swollen and might have a light bruise or two.
Her ass, though, would show quite a few more.
She should never have told him she enjoyed seeing his marks on her.
He closed his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back so he could kiss her.
“No more, please.” Her voice, raw from coming, had reached a sexy low contralto.
“One more. I want to be in you when you come this time, pet.”
She swallowed. “I can’t.”
“Lass, you have to,” he said gently, “because I won’t give you the choice.” He cupped her breast, squeezing gently.
A shiver ran through her, his beautiful submissive. Bending to his will.
He kissed down her neck, tasting the salt on her skin, and nipped the top of her shoulder. In his palm, her nipple bunched into a peak.
All right then.
Leaving her hands restrained, he turned her and the magic wand mount, so her knees were on the edge of the bed, facing away from him. He moved her wrist cuffs to a different hook on the overarching bedframe, which forced her to lean forward. “There, just right.”
Freeing his dick—and fuck, but it felt good—he slicked the head in her very