her
shoulders, and down her arms. She groaned in pleasure and he said, “Remember this
— if you try your hardest and please me, I’ll give you these little
breaks.”
He fingered one of the raw spots around her breast
again and said, “You’ll have all kinds of memories of today.” He grinned as he
glanced at the ocean and back to her naked body. “I’m sure the salt water will
help these heal in no time.”
Sam groaned and Ethan chuckled. “You seem to have
recovered. Rest time’s over.”
He stepped to the door and retrieved a duffel from
just inside, without leaving Sam’s sight. She didn’t know what he’d put in the
bag, but was sure she wasn’t going to like it. This was one of those days she’d
masturbate to with fond memories for years, but she doubted she’d have many
orgasms while it happened.
She was horny, but hadn’t had an orgasm yet, and
didn’t foresee one anytime soon.
Her spine attempted to sink into the table as she saw
which flogger he pulled out. It was the one with the most sting, and she
instinctively knew he planned to use it on her inner thighs. This flogger
wouldn’t bruise, but would feel as if it tore away a layer of skin with each
strike. He could use it forever without risk of damaging her, even though it
would feel as if every strike after the first dozen were drawing blood.
“The house is soundproof, so you could scream all you
wanted inside. I’m told the walls out here are designed to muffle the sound,
but loud screams can still be heard by anyone who happens by on the beach.” He
glanced over. “No one is around right now, but if I tell you to be quiet you’ll
need to stifle your screams. If you don’t, I’ll take you inside and punish you.
Understood?”
Sam nodded, and her hips moved involuntarily as the
spice of fear his words kindled stirred her arousal until she couldn’t lay
still.
His smile was cocky as he stroked her pussy. “So
horny, with fear and trust battling in your eyes.” He kissed her inner thigh.
“I’m happy to see the trust, but I have to admit I like seeing the edge of
fear. Such an aphrodisiac.”
Sam suppressed a groan as he ran his hands through
her slick folds.
“I love you like this,” he said, his smile
affectionate, but still cocky.
He flicked his wrist and began without ceremony, a
fast continuous loop of inner right thigh, inner left thigh. He moved from just
beside her pussy, to mid-thigh, and back, again and again as Sam screamed and
jerked and fought her bonds to try to escape the blows.
She didn’t have her safeword, and the realization she
couldn’t stop this pushed her arousal higher, which helped her handle the pain.
For a little while.
When she couldn’t bear another strike she yelled, “ Matte .
Oh God. I can’t take it Ethan. Sir. Master . Please! I can’t take it.”
He placed he hands beside her torso and leaned
forward so their eyes met. “You asked me to take your safeword, and you signed
a piece of paper saying you could only get it back in writing. Not verbally.”
Sam didn’t say anything. She didn’t have permission
to talk. Ethan didn’t look pissed, but he wasn’t happy.
She looked down and saw her inner thighs were bright
red, but not damaged, and closed her eyes as she realized how bad she’d just
screwed up.
* * * *
Ethan had known she’d test his resolve, but hadn’t
expected it so soon. Her inner thighs were red, but there was no damage.
Nothing else seemed out of whack, and she knew to tell him of a specific problem,
if one arose.
She’d closed her eyes, and he needed to see into
them. See into her .
“Open your eyes, Samantha.”
He looked into her eyes a few moments as he
considered his options. Barreling through and ignoring it didn’t feel right.
They needed to talk.
“You have permission to answer my questions. Are you
asking to renege on our contract?”
“I…ummm. No.” She looked away and quickly brought her
gaze back to him. “No, Master.
shoulders, and down her arms. She groaned in pleasure and he said, “Remember this
— if you try your hardest and please me, I’ll give you these little
breaks.”
He fingered one of the raw spots around her breast
again and said, “You’ll have all kinds of memories of today.” He grinned as he
glanced at the ocean and back to her naked body. “I’m sure the salt water will
help these heal in no time.”
Sam groaned and Ethan chuckled. “You seem to have
recovered. Rest time’s over.”
He stepped to the door and retrieved a duffel from
just inside, without leaving Sam’s sight. She didn’t know what he’d put in the
bag, but was sure she wasn’t going to like it. This was one of those days she’d
masturbate to with fond memories for years, but she doubted she’d have many
orgasms while it happened.
She was horny, but hadn’t had an orgasm yet, and
didn’t foresee one anytime soon.
Her spine attempted to sink into the table as she saw
which flogger he pulled out. It was the one with the most sting, and she
instinctively knew he planned to use it on her inner thighs. This flogger
wouldn’t bruise, but would feel as if it tore away a layer of skin with each
strike. He could use it forever without risk of damaging her, even though it
would feel as if every strike after the first dozen were drawing blood.
“The house is soundproof, so you could scream all you
wanted inside. I’m told the walls out here are designed to muffle the sound,
but loud screams can still be heard by anyone who happens by on the beach.” He
glanced over. “No one is around right now, but if I tell you to be quiet you’ll
need to stifle your screams. If you don’t, I’ll take you inside and punish you.
Understood?”
Sam nodded, and her hips moved involuntarily as the
spice of fear his words kindled stirred her arousal until she couldn’t lay
still.
His smile was cocky as he stroked her pussy. “So
horny, with fear and trust battling in your eyes.” He kissed her inner thigh.
“I’m happy to see the trust, but I have to admit I like seeing the edge of
fear. Such an aphrodisiac.”
Sam suppressed a groan as he ran his hands through
her slick folds.
“I love you like this,” he said, his smile
affectionate, but still cocky.
He flicked his wrist and began without ceremony, a
fast continuous loop of inner right thigh, inner left thigh. He moved from just
beside her pussy, to mid-thigh, and back, again and again as Sam screamed and
jerked and fought her bonds to try to escape the blows.
She didn’t have her safeword, and the realization she
couldn’t stop this pushed her arousal higher, which helped her handle the pain.
For a little while.
When she couldn’t bear another strike she yelled, “ Matte .
Oh God. I can’t take it Ethan. Sir. Master . Please! I can’t take it.”
He placed he hands beside her torso and leaned
forward so their eyes met. “You asked me to take your safeword, and you signed
a piece of paper saying you could only get it back in writing. Not verbally.”
Sam didn’t say anything. She didn’t have permission
to talk. Ethan didn’t look pissed, but he wasn’t happy.
She looked down and saw her inner thighs were bright
red, but not damaged, and closed her eyes as she realized how bad she’d just
screwed up.
* * * *
Ethan had known she’d test his resolve, but hadn’t
expected it so soon. Her inner thighs were red, but there was no damage.
Nothing else seemed out of whack, and she knew to tell him of a specific problem,
if one arose.
She’d closed her eyes, and he needed to see into
them. See into her .
“Open your eyes, Samantha.”
He looked into her eyes a few moments as he
considered his options. Barreling through and ignoring it didn’t feel right.
They needed to talk.
“You have permission to answer my questions. Are you
asking to renege on our contract?”
“I…ummm. No.” She looked away and quickly brought her
gaze back to him. “No, Master.
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