‘Feeling it?’ he asked.
‘Oh, don’t stop,’ she said, the words coming out without her having to think about them.
‘Don’t worry, you’ll get more,’ he said.
But first, there was more crackling, and then a low hum. The vibrator.
Its curved tip was cold enough to make her gasp and jiggle her hips, at first, but it soon matched the temperature of her juicy folds once it had circled her clit a few times. Jason drew slow circuits, keeping his hand perfectly steady and his motion tantalisingly in check, never quite bringing her to the pitch she needed. She felt herself coil tighter and tighter inside, wanting him to press down, to place the buzzing tip on her swollen centre, but he wouldn’t.
He took it away and began to ply the flogger once more.
She began to feel the edge of it, tiny cuts of heat stinging her. She liked it, she liked his heavier hand, his harder stroke. She pushed her bottom out, needing him to know.
‘That’s it,’ he said. ‘You’re just as perverted as I am, aren’t you, babe? You love this, don’t you?’
‘Oh,’ was all she could say, brimming with over-stimulation.
He whipped her steadily until she tingled and glowed, then the vibrator returned, and this time it was pushed just a quarter of a way inside her – not enough, oh God, not nearly enough – while he picked up the flogger again and continued his work.
She could feel spasms higher up inside, her vaginal walls begging to be stretched while the damned vibrator buzzed lower down. But the lower shaft was fitted snugly inside her lips and it overwhelmed her, suddenly and very swiftly with a clitoral orgasm, while Jason was flogging her.
‘Oh God, yes,’ he exclaimed. ‘You came while I was whipping you, you little star. I love it when that happens.’
‘Glad to be of service,’ she panted, trying to get her wits back together.
Jason took the vibe out of her, bent down and kissed her pussy, then licked and sucked at her clit as if to thank it for its good work.
‘How’s your bum?’ he asked, stroking it. ‘Feels nice and warm now. Does it hurt?’
‘No. Just for a second, when you hit it, then it’s gone.’
‘Did it make you come harder? Being flogged at the same time, I mean.’
Flooded with shame, Jenna did not want to give an honest answer at first.
‘I don’t know,’ she said, then, guiltily, ‘I think so.’
His knowing chuckle made her cheeks flare all the hotter. He knew her secrets, didn’t even need her to tell him. Her body did it for her.
‘Good times ahead,’ he said. ‘Hold tight.’
She couldn’t have done much else, spread-eagled as she was.
He put the vibrator all the way up inside her. It glided in as easily as if she were buttered. Once he had switched on the pulse to a medium setting, he began again to flog her.
This time it was harder. But that was good. She felt she had earned the smart, even when she began to sweat and writhe under the lash.
‘You can take it,’ he said. ‘Yo
u need it.’
His calm words steadied her, and she concentrated on the way the pain splashed over her skin then moved deeper into her, setting a million sparks alight all over unexpected and unconnected parts of her body. Her nipples were stiffer, her clit heavier. The sated feeling from the orgasm she had already had evaporated, replaced by more tension, more need. She had never been able to build up again so quickly after one climax, always needing a break in the past. With Jason, everything was different. It was as if he knew her body better than she did.
After whipping her soundly to the point where she twisted in her cuffs and uttered helpless little cries, he put down the flogger and moved the vibrator inside her, using his fingers on her clit at the same time.
She was powerless under his touch and she stormed into another, stronger, orgasm, calling out his name as the sensation took hold of her.
‘That’s me,’ he whispered.