“Oh God!” she moaned. Torture, this was pure torture.
Tim grabbed the soft flogger again and started twirling it as he walked up to her. Letting it brush her breasts, he made sure the strands hit the clamps and tugged at them with several passes.
Tasha didn’t know if she was in heaven or hell. The sensations were exquisite, and her entire body felt as if it was on fire. She needed to move but couldn’t. The vibes in her ass and pussy had sped up, and he was now alternating between hitting her breasts and hitting her mound with the flogger. When he used it on her mound, several of the strands slipped into her slit to hit the clamp on her clit. She didn’t know how much more she could take.
It wasn’t long before she felt the buildup. She was going to come again. Was this three or four? She had lost count. How many orgasms could her body produce, and how many could her mind take before she went stark-raving mad?
Tim watched the buildup and knew she was close to coming again. Switching to the next flogger, he concentrated on her mound, making sure every strike hit between her legs.
Tasha started tilting her pelvis into the flogger, needing the stimulation. She couldn’t quite get what she needed. Just a little more, she chanted in her mind. Without realizing it, she was quietly chanting, “More,” with every stroke.
Tim upped the speed on all the vibes and increased the speed and strength of the flogger. She was really feeling the bite now.
“Oh please, I’m so close. Please, more, please,” she chanted over and over.
Tim let her have it with the flogger for a few more minutes, until he knew she couldn’t take much more. Throwing the flogger down, he pulled the vibe out of her pussy and shoved himself in. Setting up a furious pace, he took her mouth and twisted both nipple clamps.
Tasha came over and over, screaming into his mouth, unable to stop herself. She kept screaming and coming until the world went black.
When she came back to herself, she was wrapped in a blanket in the front of Tim’s truck, leaning against him. “What? Where am I?”
“Welcome back, baby. You blacked out for a little while, about twenty minutes. I’m taking us home,” Tim told her, pulling her closer.
“Oh, okay. Is that normal?” she wondered aloud.
“It’s been known to happen before. It just depends on the person. You were beautiful,” he praised her.
“Thank you.” She blushed.
Tasha was still drowsy, so they didn’t talk much on the way home. When they got there, Tim carried her into the house and straight to the bedroom. Laying her in the bed, he filled the tub with warm water and Epsom salts, knowing she would be stiff and sore from the cross.
When the tub was full, he stripped, then went and got her from the bed. He wasn’t done yet.
Chapter Fourteen
Tasha woke late the next morning expecting to be stiff and sore. She was surprised at how good she felt. Stretching her limbs, there was very little stiffness at all. Her skin felt like she had a mild sunburn, but that was all. She felt pretty good.
Rolling out of bed, she grabbed her robe and went to find Tim. He was on the phone and pulled her to sit in his lap while he finished his conversation.
When he was done, he looked at her and asked, “How are you feeling?”
“Good, better than I expected. That was fantastic,” she told him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
“Good girl,” he answered when she released him. He stood and carried her to the shower. “First a shower, then I’m going to rub you down with lotion. Your skin needs the attention.”
About two hours later—the rubdown led to other things—they were sitting down to brunch. It was a working day for both of them, and they needed to stop by Tasha’s old apartment and check to make sure everything was clean. They had decided it was best for her to move in with Tim temporarily until the matter with Jason was settled. Tim was hoping he could convince her to make it permanent.
When they arrived at her apartment, the manager met them. He was sad to see her go but understood the situation. The place looked good. They had had everything cleaned, but most of Tasha’s things had to be thrown away. She was a little sad, but nothing could be done.
The manager told her that a man had been looking for her and had been very persistent. He prom
ised that he hadn’t given the man any information, but since the man had just left, he wanted Tasha to know.
Tasha was upset and worried. What if Jason found her? What was she going to do? Tim tried to reassure her, but there was only so much he could do.
The night was quiet at the club, but they were busy. The weekend was coming, when there were to be several demonstrations, and the club was expected to be full both Friday and Saturday night. Tasha was excited but nervous. They had called in extra help and extra security, but Theresa was due to have her baby any day, and although she was going to try to help, there wasn’t a lot she could do. Rachel was also coming, but her baby was very young, and she was nervous about leaving him. The other girls were all pregnant and not feeling up to being at the club.
Tasha tried to reassure Kyle she would be fine, but neither of them were convinced. Tim and Alan sat with Tasha and Theresa for several hours. Rachel hadn’t been able to make it, as Devan, her son, was sick, and she wouldn’t leave him. The evening was going pretty well, when Theresa doubled over. Labor pains had started.