A sharp nip on her neck spread a wave of heat throughout her body that intensified as he shifted behind her and snapped the flogger across her buttocks. Tiny pinpricks of pain came and went, leaving behind stripes of warmth. Avery drew a deep breath, thinking after the next swat that the instrument wasn’t so bad, and then quickly changed her mind with the third stroke.
“Thought that might get your attention,” he stated in a smug tone from behind her.
Even though she couldn’t see him, Avery turned her head and muttered, “You could have warned me,” referring to the heated stings that strike elicited.
“And here I thought you knew me better than that,” he replied with humor.
She sucked in a deep breath seconds before he delivered another blistering swat, this one leaving her cheeks throbbing along with the heat encompassing the fleshy globes. Her entire body quaked as he treated her thighs to the same burning cuts, her breasts jiggling each time she jerked against the restraints and the blows that were slowly working to suffuse her with pleasure. He trailed the flogger around to the front of her body, softening the strokes over her waist as he moved up to her trembling breasts. With a talent that spoke of experience, he struck the fleshy underside of her left breast, hard enough to sting but not hurt for long. He gave her right fleshy mound equal treatment before catching her nipple with the end of one knotted strand.
Avery flushed and mewled with the onslaught of arousal as each sting made her crave more of the fiery lashes even though through it all her pussy remained empty, untouched… needy. She whimpered for more without realizing it, thrusting her hips forward, pleading without words for what she yearned for the most. He caught her other nipple on the next strike, leaving both nubs to pulse in swollen discomfort that fed her need as he snapped his way downward.
“Tell me something, Avery,” Grayson demanded as he again brushed the strands over her labia. “Do you trust me yet?”
“Yes, of course,” she rushed to answer without having to pause or think it through, her body shivering as her core filled with expectant heat.
“Let’s test that, shall we?”
She held her breath, knowing what was coming, waiting for it, wanting it and yet dreading it at the same time. When he struck the most delicate part of her body, inflaming the tender flesh, Avery shook in the bonds, shocked at the way her pussy swelled and dampened from the heated pain. Master Grayson’s curses warmed her even more, a hint her response had caught him off guard as well. She heard the flogger drop to the floor, a deep moan pushing past her lips as the soft brush of feathery strokes over the lingering pinpricks across her stomach jumbled her thoughts.
“Where did you get that?” she gasped as he tickled the fleshy underside of her breasts next. That was one object she’d missed seeing in his tormenting arsenal.
“I snuck it over.” Grayson twirled the feather around her breast, avoiding her nipple as he arched her head back with another tight grip of her hair.
The tug on Avery’s scalp elicited another tremble, or did she quiver because he continued to tantalize the lingering discomfort from the flogger with light brushes over her striped skin? “You’ve run me a merry chase since coming into town, sugar, one I’m not altogether happy about.”
The deep displeasure reflected in Grayson’s voice was at odds with the soft caresses over her nipples and yet bothered her just as much. “I didn’t mean to.”
He released her hair and shifted behind her before she felt the touch of his lips on the side of her neck and the sweep of feathers across her throbbing buttocks. “That’s beside the point. You say you trust me but refuse to give me more than your body.”
There was no time to formulate a reply as he ran the feather between her cheeks, the glide over her anus sending ripples of arousing shudders up and down her swaying body. The darkness enhanced her other senses, working to focus her attention on Master Grayson’s voice and movements as he reached around and plucked at one nipple while whispering in her ear.
“But you’ll find I don’t give up that easy, Avery.” He punctuated that remark with another stroke between her buttocks and a tight pinch to her already throbbing nub, blurring the sensations until she couldn’t differentiate between discomfort and pleasure.
It was on the tip of her tongue to say she was glad when the response dried up on her tongue as he reached around in front of her to tease the pulsating flesh of her labia next. “Oops, looks like I’ll have to either toss this feather or keep it as a souvenir now,” he taunted after pressing the feathers between her folds far enough to tickle her needy clit.
“Please, Sir.” The whispered plea escaped before she could think to hold it back.
Master Grayson stepped back with a low curse, shifting around in front of her a second later, the whirr of the wand startling Avery as he positioned the curved, vibrating end between her legs and covered one tortured nipple with his mouth. The soft buzzing against her clit sent a firestorm of sensation straight up her pussy. Avery’s breath caught in her throat as she fell he
adlong toward a mind-shattering orgasm that encompassed her whole body with mind-fogging ecstasy. Writhing in the bonds, she gasped for air like a drowning person breaking the water’s surface as pleasure unlike anything she’d experienced before washed over her.
Shock slammed into Grayson with the ramming force of a two-by-four. He knew that catch in her voice, the same sound that had haunted his dreams for weeks, ever since he’d heard it over the phone. All the nuances about Avery he’d found so familiar since meeting her came back in a rush to leave him reeling from finally figuring out where he knew her from. Disappointment, curiosity and a kernel of anger replaced his need to be inside her bucking body as he held the wand against her clit and pulled up on her nipple before releasing it. Her soft cries were a shade off from the ones he remembered, and he surmised now she’d held something over the phone to disguise her voice. But nothing could hide that cock-tugging catch in her throat as she climaxed.
He'd always enjoyed the intricate dance of negotiating a scene with someone new, but with Avery, he’d wanted to turn caveman and just take from the moment she’d stepped foot inside the club. Her wary skittishness, evasive answers about anything personal and those hints of familiarity had driven him to consider using his cock to pummel her depths for answers tonight. Now that he’d seen her naked and her lush body strung up, writhing in acceptance of his torturous commands and dampening in arousal, he knew she was perfect for him in all ways except the most important. She’d lied by omission.
Grayson brought Avery down by slow degrees from the pleasure racking her body, removing the wand and replacing the strong vibrations with calmer strokes of his fingers. Her hot, swollen bud still pulsed, her abundant cream pouring from her puffy lips with each shuddering breath. Leaning forward, he licked over each erect, reddened nipple and heard her sigh. His disgruntlement wouldn’t allow him to fuck her right now, his need for both answers and relief rivaling each other until he decided answers had waited this long, they would keep a little longer.
His lust couldn’t.
Whipping the blindfold off, Grayson slid his hand under Avery’s hair and clasped her nape. Looking down at her flushed face, he waited for her eyes to focus so he could ensure she saw the displeasure he refused to hide. Let her wonder for a change.
“You continue to surprise me, sugar. I wonder if you realize what secrets a woman’s naked body can give up when she’s bound and vulnerable as she’s brought to orgasm.” He reached up and released her wrists and then stooped to free her ankles. Pushing to his feet, he caught her as she swayed, the feel of all that soft, slick skin tempting him to take her here and now. His displeasure over her duplicity and years as a Dom and the lessons learned from playing with subs who weren’t forthcoming with crucial personal information kept him from sinking into her hot depths. Looking down into her eyes, he noticed her furrowed brow, a sign he’d confused her with his abrupt tone. Good.
“Are you steady?” Grayson waited for her nod and made sure her focus was clear before reaching for her shirt and panties and handing them to her. “You can put these on.” Without waiting to see if she complied, he gathered up the spreader bar, blindfold, flogger and wand, returning the first three to the cabinet and tossing the toy in a bin for items needing sterilization before being put away. He tucked the feather with its damp plumes in his back pocket then turned to see her pulling the shirt down over her panties. Avery’s face clouded with confusion as he snatched her hand and tugged her toward the stairs.
Stumbling behind him, she asked with breathless concern, “Is something wrong?”
Grayson paused at the top of the stairs to swivel his head and reply, “Not a thing now, sugar. Come along. I need a drink.”