Emotion swelled in his chest. He crushed his mouth to hers, feeling as if his heart might burst if he couldn’t expel some of his feelings through her while at the same time breathing her in, melding her to him.
But he wanted her to get the basketball courts, so he stepped back behind her. He aimed for where she had more muscle and flesh, the upper back and buttocks.
The first whip made her cry out. Blindfolded, she couldn’t know when or where he would strike. He started with predictability, swinging the whip at a steady rhythm from left to right on a single plane parallel to the floor, striking her upper back. Then he began to vary the angle and the target. At the same time, he increased the setting on the egg. He walked around her so that he could land the whip on her breasts and her belly. He kept his strokes on the lighter side. Even so, her body might be sensitive to putting on clothes later. He once had a sub who didn’t want to wear clothes for two days after.
He circled back behind her. “Spread your legs.”
She did as told, then screamed when the whip landed on her pussy. He waited to see if she needed her safety word. She didn’t. He rewarded her by increasing the vibrations of the egg. When she got more advanced, he could take two whips to her.
When. It was an appealing thought—going beyond their three days, instructing her on how to become a better submissive, showcasing all that he could do with her.
“Ohhh...may I come, Sir?” she groaned.
“Come.”
He turned the setting of the egg to its highest.
; “Oh, God!” she cried out.
She writhed and squirmed, not unlike a fish flaying at the end of a hook. Her legs gave way, and she would have crumpled to the floor if she wasn’t tied to the beam.
He curled the whip. Next up: suction and suspension.
Chapter Twenty-Four
We’re more than halfway there. Hopefully.
As with the last time Ben had made her endure double-digit orgasms in a single night, Kimani had wondered if she could last that long, but her body remained aroused and ready. The single tail had stung, but it hadn’t been as bad as she had thought, except when he pussy-whipped her. The motherfucker.
But she had never felt more alive. And the orgasms had been intense. During the whipping, as her climax washed over her, she felt as if she had been lifted to a different plane of existence.
Now, suspended in air, her body cradled in rope, she was curious for what would come next. Her arms were tied behind her this time, and her thighs were forced apart, but the bondage was relatively comfortable. From the images she had seen in his playroom, she knew there were much harder positions he could have bound her in. He was taking into account that she was a beginner.
“Are you familiar with cupping?” he asked, holding a wooden box containing a hand pump and several glass cups of varying sizes.
She shook her head.
“It’s an ancient Chinese therapy used to reduce pain and promote relaxation. But we’re going to use it to increase sensitivity.”
After setting down the small chest, he eyed her pussy and selected a medium-sized cup. He applied a lubricant to the rim, then placed the cup over her vulva. He applied the pump, drawing her clit and labia into the glass. She stared aghast at how her flesh flushed from the suction. He pumped again.
“How is it?” he inquired.
“Uh...okay,” she replied. The constant tugging on her most intimate body parts felt unnatural but not painful.
He applied the pump once more. Now her flesh filled almost the entire cup. He disengaged the pump and selected a small glass tube from his kit. After applying lubricant to the rim, he fit the tube over her nipple.
Jesus.
He applied the pump, sucking the bud into the tube. He repeated the process on the other nipple.
This is crazy, she thought as she looked over her body, two glass rods protruding from her beasts and a glass dome filled with her vulva. She watched him slip a cock ring on the Hitachi, which he turned on and applied to the cup between her legs.
“Feel nice?” he asked.
She nodded.