Dmitri examined her glistening sex and caressed her damp folds. His groin tightened as he inhaled the scent of her tantalizing honey. That captivated him enough to lean in and sample a taste of her, and with a long lick, he trailed his tongue down her folds.
He discovered her clit and he flicked the bud. Her whimper, mixed with a jerk of her body, urged him to press his tongue against her clit and give it a swirl. Then he traveled back toward her anus, gathered up her sweet arousal, and brought his tongue into his mouth to savor her fine taste.
Remaining on his knees, he raised the flogger, and in a steady pattern, he deepened the color of her skin. Every hit softened her, the tails swiping along her flesh earning sweet accepting groans, almost as if it released a part of her that needed relief. She wasn’t gasping out in pain, and he wasn’t flogging her to warrant it. The speed and pressure with which he came at her were simply an erotic way of rousing her body.
When he flogged her on the sweet spot right below her ass cheek, she gave him a lovely shiver, then he caressed down her wet folds. “Right there, aren’t you?”
Another moan.
“All right, doll, I’ll send you flying.”
Placing one foot flat on the platform for support while he knelt behind her, he pushed his fingers through her needy flesh. Then he sent the flogger down on her bottom in heavy whacks and thrust his fingers into her without restraint, hard pounds against her hot cunt.
Her eyes screwed shu
t before they shot wide open, filling with striking emotion, and a scream of rapture ripped from her throat. As if, for the first time in her life, she had completely let herself go.
“You will ask to come, Presley,” he told her.
Another strike on her ass had her all but vibrating, and she arched in to the flogger. He glanced at her body as she shook and quivered. Then he looked to her pretty eyes, and as she whispered, “Can I come for you, Master?,” something sweet and pure passed in the air between them.
A slow heat slid through his veins at the sound of Master from her lips, causing him to pause. Was it her soft voice making that word sound different, the transparency now in her soul, or the way her expression pleaded for him to take her to a place she’d never gone.
Shaking the questions from his mind, he refocused himself. He ran his hand over her red ass, feeling the heat of her skin against his palm, and at the same level of force she found sensation in, only at a quicker speed, he flogged the beauty.
On the third strike, he thrust his fingers into her hot folds and found a home inside all her lovely wetness. He thrust his fingers, hard and fast, and he didn’t give her the chance to refuse his demand of orgasm. “Come for me now, Presley.”
Her back arched, her pussy went into strong convulsions around his fingers, and her scream of release carried him to a place equally high as she journeyed.
With a final screech of satisfaction, she crashed from her orgasm, an exhausted, perfect submissive. Dmitri stood, holding the flogger in his hand, and time had stopped. All that remained was him, her, and the sound of her Master echoing in his ears.
Chapter Ten
The sweet aroma of leather drifted through Presley’s nostrils, and she lifted her head, realizing she now lay on a couch in the main room. The soft black sheet that once covered the tray was, in fact, a warm fuzzy blanket that had been wrapped around her tightly.
From across the room, the sounds of pain and pleasure filled the dark space, but it seemed that Master Dmitri had taken her to one of the couches off to the side, away from all the action, and not to the center of the busy dungeon.
She remembered him removing the ropes and picking her exhausted body up off the ground, though she hadn’t realized he’d walked anywhere. But here she was, cradled in his arms while he ran his fingers through her hair as if this were everyday business. “Is it always like this after a scene?”
A soft kiss pressed against the top of her head, then Master Dmitri continued to brush his fingers through her hair. “Sometimes a sub needs a moment to recover, and it’s her Dom’s responsibility to give her aftercare, just like I’m offering it to you now.”
He was tending to her not because he wanted to but out of obligation. Not wanting to be pitied, she attempted to sit up.
Master Dmitri’s hand tightened on her head, even if his voice remained gentle. “No, doll, stay still. I’m enjoying you in my arms.”
An ease that he seemed to bring without much effort washed over her, and she relaxed into his hold. Besides, his touch felt . . . nice. Safe. His presence was as warm as the blanket around her, and oddly enough, she’d never experienced such a sensation of peace. As if the voices chattering in her head, telling her what to do, where to go, and how to act, had finally gone silent, though how could that be? He’d stolen her voice from her, hit her with a flogger, bound her with a rope, and made her follow his rules.
A gentle touch along her forehead drew her into the present, and Master Dmitri murmured, “All conflicted, aren’t you?”
The music playing only added to the sense of relaxation, which confused her. She hadn’t been relaxed since she stepped foot into the dungeon. Sometimes she’d been insanely nervous and other times completely aroused when Master Dmitri had turned all that impressive power on her, but relaxed hadn’t entered the equation. “Something like that.”
Tipping her head back against his arm, he looked down at her with his sexy half-smile, which now portrayed gentleness. “Tell me.”
“I . . .” She hesitated, not overly comfortable sharing her thoughts. At the slow arch of his eyebrow, she sighed. He wouldn’t take no for answer. “I’ve never felt so comfortable, so calm, or so centered with anyone than I do with you now.”
His mouth once again curved. “That’s a good thing, doll.”
True, but . . . “It’s odd, considering you took control from me. You did all the thinking for me, and it’s strange I found freedom in that.”