She surprised him, though, by maintaining eye contact. So focused. So intent. He'd give her the first climax because of her natural submission to him and for how well she'd done.
He fucked her with his fingers more forcefully, and her screams morphed together in one long, desirable explosion. The sound of her climax stilled as wetness warmed his hand and her final cry of fulfillment rang through the air.
"Very good.” Her pussy no longer contracted around his fingers, and the focus in her eyes returned. “You're responsive. I'm honored you came as hard as you did for me and so quickly.” He withdrew his fingers, cupped her face, and crushed his lips against hers in a fevered pitch. Reed could find himself lost in her mouth, yet he pulled away to remain focused on his role. “By the time I'm done with you, I want to see your thighs glistening with your arousal. You won't fail me, will you?"
"No, Sir.” She sounded breathless. “I won't."
Reed grinned. Not only was Marley undeniably beautiful, his type in every regard, but she had not fought him in the least. She'd been naturally everything he wanted in a sub. He'd forced her to come, not only to offer her a reward, but he'd wanted to see how sexually aware she was. Not all women were capable of having a G-spot release, but she'd done exactly that.
Damn, this woman aroused him, and he wanted her to experience the satisfaction of knowing she caused this reaction in him. He closed his body on hers to allow her to feel his heavy cock on her stomach, to give her that reward and show her she enthralled him. “The sight of you, the smell of you, your obedience—it all makes my cock fucking hard. You've made that happen and should be proud of yourself."
"Very proud, Sir."
It'd been some time since anyone had brought him to this level of arousal. Yes, they could cause a semierection, and eventually he'd grow hard and demand some attention, but not one had made him so hard, so fast—only Marley.
Reed approached the table again and grabbed the butterfly vibrator. He tucked the flogger under his arm and held the vibrator's straps up to show his intention. “I give my word the toy is new and has never been used on another."
"I understand, Sir."
"Raise your leg and place your foot on my knee.” Reed lowered to one knee in front of her, and as she did as he asked, he got a full view of her pussy and the wetness that formed there. He raised her foot and ran the harness up to her knee. Once finished, he repeated the move on the other leg and pulled the straps up so the vibrator was positioned over her clitoris. Then he pulled the two clips together and attached them, so no matter where she moved, the vibrator would stay in place.
Reed went back to the table and snatched up the remote control. He purposely kept the device hidden in his hand to leave Marley unaware of his plan. “Hold your position like a good girl. Understood?"
Instead of waiting for her to respond, he hit the first button on the vibrator, and Marley gasped. After stepping behind her, he took the flogger from under his arm and held the remote in the other hand. He kept the vibe at a slow speed, raised the flogger, and smacked her ass lightly. He didn't want her to lose herself in the pleasure the vibrator offered.
He continued to flog her. The leather tails left pinkish color on her skin. Marley's moans deepened, and he saw her legs tremble, yet could also see her lean back, asking for more.
More he'd give her.
Reed set the vibrator to medium speed; Marley inhaled deeply, and her position faltered. He smacked her hard with the flogger, then switched off the vibrator. She cried out, either in frustration or pain, he assumed probably a bit of both. “Did I not tell you to hold your position?"
Marley righted herself, correcting her stance—legs spread, shoulders high, and back arched.
"Good. Let's remember to hold it next time, shall we?” He rewarded her by turning the vibrator back on to medium speed. Her muscles along her ass tightened, and she groaned but held her position. Pleased, Reed put the flogger to use again and whipped her ass in a steady rhythm, harder now.
He continued at this speed for a while to allow her to be comfortable with the force of the hits. Her ass cheeks grew redder with each hit, but not nearly enough to please him. He turned the switch on the vibrator to the next speed. Marley squealed.
Reed glanced to her hands, which now were clenched tight. However, he doubted it was from pain. He wanted to make sure she was holding up emotionally. “Pain level?"
"Three, Sir."
Her answer didn't surprise him. The rise of her pleasure forced the pain away; she wasn't feeling the hits as much as she had before. It told him to go harder. He used more force, increased his speed, and as the tails hit her ass, the beautiful sound of slapping filled his ears. Her head flailed from side to side.
Here he would teach her how pain could only intensify her climax—freeing her to unknown sensations. He clicked the vibrator to full speed. Marley screamed out against the brutal buzz tormenting her clit.
He left the speed set, stepped back, and positioned himself. At her limit of pain, he delivered fast slaps against her ass with the flogger, not letting her breathe and not letting her anticipate when the next hit would come. He had no doubt she'd soon orgasm. “You will tell me if you are going to come, and if I allow you the right to, you had better come hard."
"Sir, yes, Sir,” she screeched.
Reed persisted with his movements for a few solid minutes before he saw the rise of her climax—the way her body tensed and vibrated told him she had reached her orgasm. Confirming his suspicions, Marley gasped, “Sir, I need to come, Sir."
Time for another lesson. He might have brought her to this state, but it didn't mean he'd grant her request. He pushed the switch off. “No, you're not allowed."
Marley cried out.
Desperation sounded all too sweet. He raised the flogger, came at her with a steady stream, and her yelps filled the space around him. She had the ability to pull her safe word and stop this, but he hoped she didn't. He wanted to show her how to push herself, fight against the pain, to understand that withholding her climax would make her release even stronger once she'd been granted it.
Through the hits, Marley cringed, roared out against his rough advances, yet never faltered in her stance. Pride filled him. She took each hit and breathed deep against it.