Tell Me - Ashe Barker Page 0,51
was a statement, not a request. He bent to retrieve a black silk scarf from his bag, in preference to a leather blindfold., Again, he knew which Thea liked best and he was inclined to indulge her. For now. He stepped up behind her and secured the scarf over her eyes.
“Now the corset. It’s breathtaking, but it has to go.”
“What about the rules?”
No nudity was allowed in the public areas of the club, but pretty much anything short of that was accepted. “I’ll leave your thong. And your shoes. And this of course.” He flicked her new collar with the tips of his fingers, admiring the glint of the gold as it was reflected in the subdued floor mounted lighting.
Thea simply nodded. He couldn’t discern her expression really, due to the blindfold, and her body was effectively immobile now. But there was a relaxed, easy looseness about her that betrayed her mood. She was slipping into her submissive mindset, already drifting in a contented haze. She’d always been responsive, always easy to please. Perhaps too easy. Her mental block over using safe words bothered him. It called for extra vigilance on his part but so far he hadn’t slipped up. And he wouldn’t. He adored Thea, it was that simple. He would never let her down.
He loosened the laces which held the corset secure, unthreading them from the eyelets to remove it from her body. Her naked breasts quivered, just below his eye level in her current elevated position. Her nipples were pink, and already swollen. He had plans for those tender buds. Soon. Very soon.
He circled her, taking his time as he admired the athletic lines of her body. As far as he was aware Thea didn't work out, but she was still toned and slender, though with curves just where he liked to find them. Her bum especially, so round and peachy, the soft skin a blank canvas for him to etch his marks upon. He caressed her buttocks with his palm, first one, then the other. Then he delivered a sharp slap to her left cheek, which he quickly rubbed away.
Thea trembled, her anticipation building.
Tony slapped her other buttock, and rubbed again. He could have sworn she moaned. Time to ramp things up.
He delved into his bag again, this time producing a flogger. Not the gentle suede one he’d teased her with before. This one was heavier, the fronds made of soft leather. It would deliver a sharper caress, a little more bite, just to get her attention.
He started on her shoulders, at first stroking, then introducing a sharp flick of his wrist to send the leather strands snaking across her skin. She hissed, he knew it hurt. Not a lot, but enough. He spent a few minutes warming her up, then moved around to the front. The flogger left faint pink lines across her breasts, criss-crossing, a delicate pattern emerging under his careful ministrations. He loved the way her flesh rippled as he struck her, her nipples hardening as the flogger curled around them.
He moved down to her stomach, then her hips. He circled again, dropping delicate strokes across her bottom and thighs.
Thea was writhing from side to side, following rather than evading his blows. At the first sign of hesitancy on her part he would have stopped, but there was none. She was loving this. So far so good, but now it was time to raise the stakes farther.
He bent to peer into his bag again, and found the toys for the next stage of the scene he had planned—a pair of nipple clamps, and a tawse. He pocketed the clamps and tossed the tawse onto the floor in front of Thea, then he returned to stand before his helpless, panting submissive. Would he tell her what he was going to do next? No, he thought not. The blindfold was signal enough that she wasn’t to know what he was doing to her. She was to just feel. And respond. Words between them would break the mood. She was in her own zone, he was in control, she trusted him. No words were needed.
He cupped her right breast in his hand, feeling the weight, lifting it. He bent his head to take her nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts at him. He wrapped his tongue around the hard bud, then grazed it with his teeth. She flinched, he paused. She arched her back again, subconsciously urging