young children, she was walking a very narrow line.
Shawn tickled the red marks on her thigh with the ends of the flogger, liking the way she shivered at the light touch on top of the lingering burn. With a flick of his wrist, he snapped the strands against her other thigh, leaving matching red stripes behind.
“How long have you been involved in the lifestyle?” he asked with a strike to her lower back.
“Not long. A little over a year. Oh God.” Lisa arched her back into his next swat, this one a little higher.
“What you don’t reveal in words, you say in body language. That can work for now in here, Lisa, but not outside these doors.” Shawn teased her by caressing his way up to her shoulders before drawing back and delivering two rapid slashes to the lily white soft skin.
“We don’t…” Turning her head to look at him, she said, “Outside these doors, my life is no one’s business. Sir.”
Shawn moved to stand in front of her, her head following him. “As long as you’re not in trouble, I can respect that. If I discover otherwise, I will make your life my business.”
Her eyes flashed with anger, but she held her tongue, he assumed in favor of finishing this scene.
****
Closing her eyes, Lisa set her worry over that vow aside and braced for the slice of prickly pain as Master Shawn lifted his arm. If he hadn’t moved so close to her, so fast, allowed her to lean against that rock-hard body and look into the concern in those pewter eyes, she would have demanded her release and run away from the shocking revelation of his presence. She wasn’t prepared to see him in this club, his eyes hot on her bare breasts, his broad shoulders rigid with the same disbelief that had clouded her thinking, or for the comforting security of his unbreakable hold.
She cried out with the hot sting of leather hitting her breast, the lovely burn it left behind making a beeline straight down to her pussy. The sudden, startling return of her response shook her, adding to her confusion over her conflicting feelings toward a man she barely knew. As much as she welcomed the slow build-up of arousal his takeover of this scene initiated, it didn’t bode well for her to keep her distance from either Master Shawn or Deputy Sheriff McDuff. She was still working her way through the hurt his lack of memory produced, an unexpected emotion he didn’t deserve the blame for.
Gathering all her wayward, unexplainable thoughts together, she shoved them aside, determined to hold onto the pleasant euphoria slowly taking over her senses, just like she remembered before coldness had seeped in to take over. Master Shawn treated her other breast to a searing stroke, her sheath spasming in quick response to the pain.
“I prefer your eyes open and on me, Lisa.”
Unable to help herself, she obeyed, even though she was more comfortable with her shields in place. She should have remembered that was almost impossible in private clubs such as this, and in front of such astute Doms.
“Better. Since you’re cooperating nicely, I’ll give you permission to close them again as long as you show me those pretty green eyes the second I insist.”
Right now, with her body vibrating as close to normal for her as she could recall, she’d agree to anything. With a nod, she lowered her lids, his deep, commanding voice washing through her with his growled reprimand.
“Verbal answers, Lisa.”
“Yes, sir.” She thrilled to his willingness to alter strictness with leniency as he saw fit, even if she found his accuracy in reading her bothersome.
Stars lit up the blackness behind her closed eyes as fiery pain engulfed her right nipple with the next strike. His accurate aim had centered on the tender bud and left it throbbing in tune with the pulsations rippling along her vaginal walls. The low murmur of nearby voices fell away as she arched forward for the next blow, turning her torso just enough to entice a similar aim toward her other nipple.
Master Shawn didn’t leave her aching, treating that tip to the same blistering heat as she quaked in the restraints, praying for the one strike that would free her from months of disappointments.
“Tell me,” he whispered seductively close to her ear, “have you ever climaxed from breast play?”
His warm breath in her ear upped her arousal another notch, along with the light brush of a calloused finger over one