But that was the thing.

You had to submit.

You had to trust.

While I knew he planned to hurt me, I also knew he intended to make me feel good too.

And I knew I could more than trust him with my pleasure.

I was willing to take the gamble that I could trust him with my pain.

Red means stop.

I was safe.

He said nothing, but I could feel the air as he moved away, then came back.

There wasn't a hint of what was to follow, so a whole body shiver racked through me when all I felt was the gentle whisper of leather strands over the skin of my back. Then my ass, a few of the edges sliding between, very nearly touching my pussy that was already getting wetter by the second, a fact I knew he could see very well with the position he had me in.

It traced over the backs of my thighs, my calves, the ticklish undersides of my feet.

Through this, he was silent.

Focused, was likely more accurate.

Keeping control, but also letting it go little by little.

The flogger moved back up, leather brushing my shoulders.

Whack.

Used to the softness, the sudden sting made me arch and whimper, my body instinctively trying to fold away, but the binding making it futile even to try.

Another brush.

Then a strike, right across my ass, making my hips jolt up. Then another, before I could fully register the sting of the first.

And another.

Over and over and over.

Across my ass, my upper thighs, my back, my hips.

Until there was more burning, stinging, inflamed skin, than there was not.

"Breathe," Eli commanded, making me realize he was right, I had been holding my breath, anticipating the blows.

Even as I was releasing it, though, I felt the cool liquid slide down my ass. And I knew what was coming. Because I saw that package.

The tip of the plug pressed against me, a firm pressure hinting at more, as the flogger moved gently over my skin once again, until I felt another shiver move through me, and arched my ass just a little higher.

He pushed it in, and it settled with a heavy pressure. My pussy ached with the need for fulfillment, and no matter how much the urge was there, I couldn't press my thighs together to ease the pulsating need.

His finger flicked the plug, making another surge of need course through me, wondering if he was going to work me with the plug, pull, twist, anything.

But then there was that low, rumbling noise in his chest, something akin to desire, but mixed with something else too, likely the part of him that was still raging.

There wasn't even a bit of surprise when the flogger came back, this time a little harder, a little more frantic.

Just when I was sure I wasn't going to be able to take any more, I felt the braided leather handle slide between the lips of my pussy, pressing into my clit, sending a completely unexpected orgasm shooting through my body.

This time, when he growled, it was pure desire.

There was a zip.

A swoosh.

A crinkle.

Then still on the waves of my orgasm, ass still plugged, he surged inside me.

Hard.

Burying to the hilt.

I couldn't even get used to the new sensation of getting penetrated while plugged - something akin to a pressure on the pelvic wall that which I had never experienced before - before he started fucking me.

The second thrust nearly sent me flying forward.

But his hands landed at my hips, holding me completely still, fully at his mercy, as he pistoned into me hard.

"Oh my God," I cried out as he started using my hips to push me away, then drag me back just as he thrust, forcing my body to take him deeper than I had ever taken anyone before. "Eli, I..."

One of his hands slipped between my thighs, pressing into my clit.

And that was it.

That was all it took.

I would likely never be sure if the intensity was just from the triple-zone orgasm, or the pain that was somehow pleasure as well, or thanks to being fully at someone's mercy, trusting them with you completely. All I did know was, I swear I very nearly blacked out from it. My pussy spasmed, and I could feel it in places I was sure I never had before. My vision went dark as the waves kept crashing, as he kept fucking, dragging it out before he finally found his own release.

Even after, thighs shaking, body weak and boneless, I felt only half-present, like a part of my brain was on disconnect.

Eli slid out of me.

The plug came next.

A short pause as he walked away.

Then my wrists, my ankles.

I could feel Eli drop down on the table in front of me before his hands were reaching out, pulling me toward him, resting my ass in his jean-clad lap, pulling my head under his chin, and wrapping his arms around me somehow both tightly and gently at the same time.

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