pressure on her clit before Logan secured her ankles to the bar, setting them wide apart.
“Comfortable, sweetheart?” He lifted her hands to secure them to the column, stretching her upper body. The position thrust her breasts out toward him, worrying her. If he put clamps on her nipples, she really was going to have to cry out for Lassie. The poor little buds were still tender, and she didn’t think they could take much more abuse—if any—before she reached her limit.
“As comfortable as I can be, Sir,” she said, just a bit sassy.
“Anything too tight?”
“No, Sir.”
Everything was just tight enough to hold her in place, but it certainly wasn’t restrictive in and of itself. The cuffs on her wrists might have pulled a little, but not with the column behind her to lean against. He knelt down again, double-checking her ankles cuffs, anyway, sliding his finger between the leather and her skin.
“Perfect.”
He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the top of her pussy, right at the opening over her slit, his tongue flicking forward to lap at her clit for one glorious moment before he pulled away. Felicity whimpered, her hips thrusting forward uselessly, trying to follow him.
The teasing bastard.
Like the vibrating panties hadn’t been enough torture.
Getting to his feet, Logan’s eyes met hers, and his lips curved in a slow, sadistic smile. Felicity’s heart began to thump even faster, her body tightening in recognition of her helplessness to whatever he was going to do to her—reveling in it.
Spinning around, he took several long steps to the bench where his kit rested, reaching in to take out a flogger. The long leather strands were thick enough to be thuddy, but without the knots, which could really make a flogger sting. It would warm her skin and set her body humming in all the best ways. Her nipples tightened. Actually, since she was facing him, it might hurt a little more than she was thinking. Especially because with that kind of flogger, Logan had no compunction about…
He stepped forward quickly, flicking his arm up and toward her, sending the strands curving up to spatter against the insides of her thighs and her unprotected, needy pussy. Felicity cried out, rocking as the many strands stung her sensitive flesh, feeling the tiny burning kisses landing midthigh and working up to her pussy in unpredictable snaps against her skin.
It hurt, but she didn’t have any time to concentrate on the pain before Logan swung the flogger again, this time, the strands landing across her right breast, some of them hitting her nipple. She cried out as heat bloomed across her skin, sizzling along her nerve endings, and exploding from the sore nubbin in the center of the flogger’s impact.
Logan swung again, the strands gracefully arching through the air, and there was nothing Felicity could do but watch as they came down toward her left breast, then swung back up between her legs. Watch, cry out, and writhe as the pain and pleasure fought for dominance in her core.
Logan
Focusing most of his swings on Felicity’s pretty breasts and thighs rather than her pussy, he enjoyed watching her hips jerk whenever he did land a blow solidly between her thighs. The pale skin of her breasts and thighs were now a warm pink, and her pussy was swollen and dripping, a glossy sheen coating the tops of her inner thighs as her cream readied her body.
The glazed expression of lust on her beautiful face called to him… but she wasn’t in position yet.
Swinging the flogger to wrap around each of her thighs in turn, he admired the pretty picture she made—cream and pink curves, panting breaths, and parted lips. They had quite the growing audience, although they both ignored them. Felicity’s cries of pain and pleasure fit in perfectly with the others ringing through the dungeon.
One last swing between her legs made her scream and arch, thrusting her breasts out toward him as if tempting him to punish them more, and Logan’s arm dropped. His cock was throbbing in his pants, pushing him to sink inside of Felicity’s softness and feel her all hot and wet around him.
First things first, though.
Going back to his kit, he put the flogger down and picked up the not-so-little toy he’d hidden away and a roll of bondage tape. It wasn’t until he’d nearly reached Felicity, her dazed eyes saw what he was holding, and went very wide.
“Ah, so you recognize this?” Logan asked, holding up the cordless Hitachi he’d