your sides.”
They obeyed his voice without any effort on her part. If he told her to stand up and dance like a chicken, she imagined she’d be flapping bended arms and clucking in time to some internal song.
He dragged the tails over her chest, worked down her body in slow, sweeping blows that grew harder. But her body went lax, tension ebbing from taut muscles. Her eyes followed the fronds as they struck, and Bodie lost herself in the hypnotic sway, even when they licked at the seam of her sex before moving on to her thighs.
There really wasn’t anything to worry about.
Braun gently flogged the soles of her feet, making her toes curl, then meandered all the way back up her unresisting form. By the time he reached her breasts, Bodie felt drugged and completely in tune with him as though the flogger was an extension of his hands.
“What color are we, gorgeous girl?”
She almost snorted. Her, gorgeous? Who was her Master kidding? Her voice was a slurry mess when she said, “Green, Master Braun.”
“Submission at its most beautiful,” he murmured. “We’re going to do that again, little one. Stay just as you are. I’m so proud of you.”
Heat flared like a solar storm inside her, making her feel tingly and euphoric. She was doing good, wasn’t disappointing him. She never wanted to disappoint him.
She was his good girl.
The second round of flogging was more intense, she discovered. The caress of the strands had awakened all the nerves, brought blood rushing beneath her skin so now she discerned each individual strip as it flicked over her.
Over and over again, Braun travelled the length of her body. Up and down, up and down, until her physical form writhed to meet the next lash. Her brain packed its bags and whistled its way out of the door, giving her a cocky salute as it departed. Meh, who needed a brain when she was already floating on a sea of bliss, quivering for another swish of the flogger?
“Little one, how are you feeling?” Master Braun’s voice floated alongside her, a sexy thunderclap of sound in her dreamy world.
“Really, really good, Sir.” Bodie giggled as the tips of the tail glided down the center of her torso, over her tummy. They tickled her pubic mound, then grazed the hot, swollen flesh shielded by her thighs.
“Clever girl. Spread these legs wide for me. Let me look at my pussy while I decide what I want to do with it tonight.”
“Nooooo, ‘s my p-p-p—”
“If you can’t call it what it is, you can’t claim it, Bodie.” The flogger flicked over the junction of her thighs teasingly. “Now open these legs and let me see my pussy. You have three seconds, darlin’,” he warned darkly, “before I tie them open and flog you until you come screaming. Three...”
Keeping her thighs together, she pulled her legs up defensively, crossing her ankles and protecting herself. Her heels nudged her buttocks. There, let’s see him flog me now!
The flogger snapped over his palm; her knees weakened and drooped to the sides. “Two...”
Oh boy, his eyes were midnight blue now, bordering on black, and he looked like he meant business. The flogger thwacked onto his hand over and over again. “Hang your legs off either side of the table, little one. If I don’t see some sweet pink pussy, the next few minutes are going to sting.”
She hesitated.
“One.”
To her bafflement, a laughing squeak erupted out of her as Braun moved to grab her ankles. The wicked smile gracing his mouth told her he wasn’t really angry with her, and that unlocked her legs. Slowly, she slipped them off the sides of the table, gripping the edges with her calves and hooking her feet under.
“Testing me only prolongs the punishment, Bodie. Legs down and show me that pussy.”
Uh oh, I’m in trouble now. Bodie moaned under her breath, watching Braun flick open the buttons on his shirt cuffs. He took his time rolling up each sleeve meticulously, exposing thickly muscled forearms covered in a shadow of dark hair over lightly tanned skin.
She had a sudden impulse to nibble.
As he shoved the second rolled sleeve over his elbow, her limbs went limp. Her legs swung completely down, opening her most private place to his gaze, and her breath stalled when a predatory expression crossed his features. She stuttered his name, freezing in place when his hands curled around her thighs and hauled her bottom to the very edge of the table. “Sir?”
“Actions