Heartbreaker: A Filthy Dirty Love Novel

“Yes, sir.”

Using gentle fingers and slow movements, drawing the moment out, he attached the other cuff, nice and tight, and then slid his fingers into the O-rings. “Come up now.” While she rose, he examined her nipples, finding them taut. He doubted that was due to coldness in the room and assumed he’d find her cunt drenched.

Most women didn’t become aroused by the anticipation of being taken, and he was only too glad that Joss reveled in these quiet, intimate moments as he did. While he kept his fingers tucked into the rings, his cock throbbed as he led her to the fireplace. Right above the mantle, he’d placed a D-ring, keeping it hidden from visitors who would never understand his sexual preferences.

While he clipped both of her wrists to the D-ring, she stayed perfectly silent. Even as he adjusted her arms straight above her head, keeping her face protected, she never made a single comment. He liked that about her. Most women talked when told not to. And the silence both calmed and warmed him, oddly more comfortable than any silence before.

Done with binding her, he stepped back, admiring his work. Her skin, her curves, her round bottom, all glowing with the beautiful warm hue of the candles, was a sight he’d not soon forget. He dragged his fingernails down her spine until he reached her ass, where he squeezed each cheek, warming her up.

She moaned, and he smiled, speaking only to ensure she felt safe. “I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you bound like this, sugar.”

Again, she moaned, and the desire within confirmed her comfort.

Pleased by her reaction to how he’d placed her, he ran his hand over her warm bottom before he reached for the flogger. He stepped in behind her and dragged the leather tails across her creamy, smooth back, showing her what he intended to treat her to tonight.

She wiggled her bottom, and he liked how willing she was, especially never having experienced a flogging before. That show of trust weaved around him, getting right down deep inside. He put a little distance between them, gazing over her glowing flesh, then he flicked the leather out gently, introducing her to the idea and the sensation. Her harsh breath spread out into the air when he slid his hand over where he’d struck, letting her know that his safe touch would always follow. Again, he took a step back, putting some space between them, then he tested her. Each flick of the leathers came a little bit harder until he saw her flinch, noticed the level at which she felt pain.

Now armed with the knowledge he needed to understand her, his canvas to paint, he found the rhythm of the music. Using a figure-eight pattern, he began flogging her, never going too hard, warming up the flesh that he liked seeing turn a pinkish hue.

As the minutes drew on and her moans deepened, he let himself become lost in the dance between them, connecting with her on levels that fulfilled him. A good flogging often felt like a massage, and he sensed her relax, could see the moment when she went into that quiet space of her mind where thoughts and worries didn’t exist and even time stopped.

He let her stay there for a while, allowing her to enjoy the relief that a flogging brought, and even enjoyed the reprieve himself. Over and over again, he shifted back and forth on his heels sending the flogger out to her. Thud…thud…thud…the leather met her flesh, while the hypnotic music released all his tension as he danced with the flogger, setting them both free.

When her upper back and bottom had turned a pretty pink, he lowered the flogger. While he could’ve continued, as he enjoyed being connected to her this way, the relaxation didn’t fulfill the intensity he craved to create. Before he moved on, he tucked the flogger under his arm and closed the distance between them, stroking her back. She startled and gasped, and he smiled. Apparently, she’d gone in deep. There was something very special in how easily she trusted him. Something he wanted to taste again and again.

He leaned in and placed his lips against her warm shoulder while he removed her panties. Feeling her quivering beneath his mouth, he slid his tongue from one shoulder to the other while he reached around and stroked her nipples. Both were erect in firm points. Curious now, he slid one hand down to the junction between her thighs and he groaned at what he discovered. A soaking wet pussy.

To show her how aroused she truly was, he slid his fingers across her drenched slit then gathered up her juices, circling her opening. She moaned, dropping her head back against his shoulder, and he rewarded her with a firm stroke of her engorged clit. Her body responded beautifully, instantly quivering, eager to blow.

He wasn’t ready, not nearly done with her, and again, stepped back. Even with the space between them, the air felt charged, fueled with intensity. He waited, leaving her standing there to wonder what he planned to do before he sent the flogger hard onto her ass. He dragged the tails through his hand then sent it out to her again.