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She had glimpsed into his eyes on her way down to secure his ankles. She knew what he wanted, but she knew he wanted something more. A she rose up again, trailing her nails across his length. It was a whisper of a touch given by those French tipped nails of hers before she stepped back and admired the view he presented. Turning, she presented him with a the view of her backside as she reached for something from one of the trunks. Again, turning in his direction, her heels made that soft tapping sound on the stone floor as she moved behind the cross, stepping up to it and extending her arms on either side as she trapped his eyes with a piece of black silk, tying it behind his head. She adjusted it, making sure he couldn’t see a thing.

She quietly slipped off her heels, setting them noiselessly on the floor before moving. Now he had no idea where she was. Silently she moved back around and went to pick up the dirk, moving back toward him. She drew close, very close, laying the tip of the blade at the base of his throat and drew it lightly, slowly down his chest, stopping mid way. The blade didn’t move from his skin as she paused. She drew no blood, made no mark on him

“Doing okay so far, M?” She quietly asked.
 
His body reacted to the delicate touch of her nails as they dragged across his flesh. He was not securely fastened to the Cross. As she teasingly presented the read view of herself to him, he fisted and tugged on the restraints with both his hands, before realizing where he was. His legs felt the pull. His eyes and ears, both followed her heels until they disappeared somewhere behind him. He was not sure what she had pulled out from the trunk this time. No! Of course not. It couldn't be! She didn't even know... He thought. He was right. In the next 5 seconds, he knew what was happening. After 5 more seconds, he could see nothing. Everything went black.

The material and soft. He liked the feeling. What he didn't enjoy, at the moment, was the end effect. He waited for her to move. Nothing. Where was she? Why wasn't he hearing the clicking of her heels anymore? Suddenly he sensed her presence. Somewhere very close to him. Then he gasped, feeling something poking him just below his throat. His body tensed. He raised his head slightly. Then the object moved lower, over his chest as he tried to shift. It hurt. He stopped moving at once and remained still. He knew what it was. The tip of the blade then stopped midway down his chest.

"Yes, Milady", he replied. "I...I'm fine". He swallowed. His cock throbbed. A bead of sweat ran down behind his left ear.
 
She knew he was. She had his safe word already but was still inclined to speak for one very good reason. The cold steel was taken away from his skin abruptly and she was on the move again. This time, she returned the dirk to its place on the wall, without making a sound. She lifted the flogger in her hand, letting the ends run across her palm as she watched him. She moved to take her seat in the winged backed chair, lying the flogger in her lap as she reached for her glass of wine that Thomas had brought down earlier.

She slowly inhaled the bouquet of the grapes as she lifted the glass just under her nose. Her eyes never left him even as she tipped the glass to her lips and took a bit of wine. The silence growing between them. Lowering her wine glass, she swirled the contents.

“Tell me, M…” she took another sip.

“Have you every been flogged before? “
 
The beads of sweat were now forming across his forehead and behind both ears. He could feel his body heat rising. His pulse quickening. She had withdrawn the cold, pointy object and he was not sure what she was doing or where she had gone. Maybe she was going to remove his blindfold now? What an optimistic thought.

Suddenly he heard her voice. It came from somewhere in front of him.

"Flogged? No, never, Milady" he replied, his muscles stretching, as his arms and legs tugged lightly at the cuffs, but in vain. Was she really going to...? he thought. He could always tell her stop. Couldn't he? Or maybe he didn't want to.
 
Another sip, then the glass was set on the table as she rose to her feet, bare feet padded across the stone floor toward him she lowered the flogger in her hand and let it trail over his left leg, drawing it up across his thigh.

“Why did you choose a flogger, M?” Her voice was low. Soft. Firm.

The tips of it disappeared from his skin as she drew it up and away. He had barely a moment, if he knew what he was listening for, to know what was next. Before he could respond, she brought it down across that same thigh, hard enough to insure he felt the sting of leather hitting the inside tender flesh.
 
He heard the noise as she set the glass down. She had risen and moved quickly towards him. He felt the softness of the leather tips against his leg, and then over his thigh. He knew she was close to him. He knew what she was about to do. But would she?

Her steely, soft voice sent shivers through him. "I...I have always..." Before he could complete his sentence, he felt the sharp sting of the tips against his flesh. He fisted. His body shuddered. He winced and cried out softly, in pain. His legs pulled against the restraints. He felt his wrists rub against the leather cuffs. It was sudden. He was not prepared for it. It hurt. It would have hurt either way, prepared or not.
 
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She gave him a moment to speak, just in case, when he didn’t.....

“You have always…” she prompted softly, this time, her voice came from behind his ear.

Again the flogger drifted up over his skin, from thigh to his chest. It passed under his armpit and disappeared.
 
He sensed her behind him.

"I...I have always found the flogger, a very attractive piece of toy, Milady"

His voice was shaking a bit as he spoke. Then the soft but wicked tips brushed over his thigh once again, and slid up to his chest. He clenched. Hands into fists. Ready this time. His muscles contracted. He then felt the leather slide under his arm and away...

He shifted in place, wondering where she was aiming next.
 
Where was she going to turn up next? Where was the flogger’s next target? She could tell he learned quickly and was starting to sense where she was. Would he this time?

He felt the ends of the flogger against the length of his hardness next. She had silently come around him and positioned herself in front of him, taking a reverse grip on the flogger and drew it upward, letting him feel the various strips and wonder if that was her next target. She leaned into him, as she drew the flogger away, her lips touching him at mid-torso and trailing down softly to his belly button, pausing to swirl her tongue in that spot before she backed away again.
 
Richard's eyes fluttered open. His head was killing him. His eyes adjusting to the light.
"What happened and where am I?" He unconsiously asked.
 
Where was she going to turn up next? Where was the flogger’s next target? She could tell he learned quickly and was starting to sense where she was. Would he this time?

He felt the ends of the flogger against the length of his hardness next. She had silently come around him and positioned herself in front of him, taking a reverse grip on the flogger and drew it upward, letting him feel the various strips and wonder if that was her next target. She leaned into him, as she drew the flogger away, her lips touching him at mid-torso and trailing down softly to his belly button, pausing to swirl her tongue in that spot before she backed away again.

He was trying very hard to figure out where she was. Behind him? To his left? Or on the right side. Had she gone somewhere to get another...Then he felt that familiar touch of leather. Only this time, those evil little tips were brushing against his shaft. He felt a sudden chill going through his body.

He throbbed and then shifted slightly...wrists and ankles tugging together. Ass clenched. But there was no escape. He knew it. He was the one who had selected the particular toy. He was the one who had given himself to her. He wanted this. But there was fear in the back of his mind as well. The anticipation of where her next target would be, was driving him crazy. His sense of vision had already been compromised. He could bet she had taken off her heels in order for him not to sense where she was. He could still smell her, when she was close by, but that did not help much.

When he felt the strips being drawn away from his skin, replaced by something warm and soft, he breathed a sigh of relief...then he felt the wetness of her tongue stroking his belly button, but just for a moment. He knew there was more coming...but that's what he wanted, didn't he?
 
She stood back and contemplated him. Then silently the lash of the flogger fell upon his chest, his right side, without warning. The blow, again, enough to be felt and to sting skin. She didn’t give hesitation, raising it again and this time it fell on his left side. She withdrew.

“Still with me, M?” Her tone was low, velvety, sensual. The question was very simple. Together. This moment. Right now or did he need her to slow down. Stopping was for the word and it hadn’t left his lips.

She had the control here, but she wasn’t the type to withhold what she was feeling either. They were in this together. She knew he was aroused. That was hard to hide from her eyes. He needed the reassurance she was as well and the knowledge that she found him pleasing.
 
He winced in pain. A soft grunt, followed by exhalation. It felt like something had bitten him around his right nipple. But he tried to remain as still as possible, minimizing any wrist, ankle, or body movements. It was extremely difficult.

Even before he could relax, the second stroke whipped the left side of his chest, causing his body to react in much the same manner as before. This time, he pursed his lips. The pain surged downwards as he clenched his ass, feeling the entire area around his crotch, tingle. The anticipation of when, and the unexpected, sudden blows were making him squirm more than the actual pain caused by the flogger.

He didn't want her to stop. Not yet. He gulped, "Y y yes, Cait. I am."

He tried to listen. Listen for small, delicate sounds and if he could pick them up. The direction they were coming from, even though she kept interrupting him with the wickedly delicious leather device in her hand.

He was not sure how long this would go on. How long he could handle it. How far...she was planning to go. He didn't want to think about it too much. He just wanted to live in the moment...until...he could handle it no more...
 
Her brow arched slightly at his response. The flogger came down again, this time to the left first and hard on the heels of that strike, another to his right. His skin was starting to turn pink she noted. Lioness… warrior.. whichever, instinct or training…her stealth was at the fore. Her voice came from behind his right ear.

“How did you just address me, my sweet?” Her tone was dangerously quiet, a hint of honeyed steel.

The flogger flipped over his right thigh, from behind, trailing across the tender inside and drug slowly upward as she spoke, toward his groin.
 
He gasped at the first hit. It came crashing down against his tender flesh. It was starting to burn slightly. As the leather tips swung through the air a second time in less than a few seconds and brushed hard against his skin, he cried out softly and struggled against the restraints with his wrists and ankles, his body trapped. Her voice caused him to gasp once more, as it came unexpectedly from behind him. His heart skipped a beat. He realized his error as she spoke to him in that firm tone that always sent a chill to his core.

He swallowed and took a deep breath - in and out. "Forgive me, Milady. It will not happen again. I will be careful of how I address...You"

His arms were beginning to ache slightly from being in that position. He felt the leather slide against his bare thigh once again, moving upwards between his legs. Her arm brushed against his hip on the way. He waited. What was she going to do next? Punish him? Forgive him? Continue to tease him? He could only guess.
 
Again she moved. This time it was not the leather devil touching his skin, but her lips, her tongue, as they slid over his now tender flesh, made pink by the flogger. She didn’t answer him. She let her tongue speak of her pleasure in his reply. She allowed him to feel her press up against him as she leaned in to trace the rising welts left by leather strips. The flogger fell from her hand, to the floor somewhere around them, but she wasn’t paying any heed to it. Her fingers slid up the side of his neck, even as her tongue soothed across what she had wrought, and plucked the blindfold from his eyes.

Her hand moved up his arm, to tease at the cuff holding his wrist. Will she? Won’t she? A fingertip gently circled the top part, touching it, and touching his skin in a teasing manner.

She leaned over him, her leather covered breasts pressing to his tender chest, rubbing lightly, knowing she is mixing discomfort and pleasure. Peering into his eyes, green to brown, a small smile playing along her lips.

"I'm not planning to release you yet, M. Not... " she kissed his jaw, "...just..." her lips moved to his neck, "....yet."

Her tongue flicked along the base of his neck, lightly nipping at his skin before her head slipped lower.
 
A soft moan escaped his lips at the first touch of her tongue over his skin. His tender flesh burnt slightly as she slid her sweet mouth over the body where the flogger had left it's imprints. Then he heard a noise. It was not a loud noise. He felt her slide up against him, her body pressing against his...then the black silk cloth that was tied around his eyes suddenly came off as he felt her fingers slide over and caress his neck. He opened his eyes slowly. It was already quite dark in there, so he had less trouble adjusting to the light.

His head turned towards the upper right corner, following her fingers as they hovered over his cuffed wrist. He could feel the throbbing as soon as her leather wrapped body pressed up against him, sliding over his nakedness. He was pleased to see her again. He was thankful the fear of not knowing what would happen next had come to and end, at least temporarily. He looked back into her deep green eyes. It was a look of pure lust. She knew the effect she had on him. Oh the things he wanted to do to her, with her, for her...If he wasn't restrained at that moment, he would just...but he was. Restrained. By Her. And he couldn't really have everything he wanted, at the same time, could he?

Her words made him squirm. They always did.

"Uhhmm...of course...you can grant me, release, whenever YOU wish to, Milady"

Then, as she continued to kiss him, placing those soft sensuous lips at different spots along his neck and jaw, he threw his head back, squirmed, and moaned in pleasure, closing his eyes for a second before looking back down at her silky red hair, brushing against his jaw.
 
For now, the need that had driven her to call for him, was sated. Now, it was time to feed another need. Oh, she read things in his eyes. She had no wish to indulge him at the moment. Tormenting him, in the most teasing fashion was what she wanted now. She enjoyed hearing the sounds he made when she did so. She knew of his needs… and she would let him indulge himself… but not now… not at this moment.

Lips, teeth and tongue trailed down his chest, never in a straight line, always moving as they desired until they came to his lower abdomen. Hands gripped his hips tightly as she brushed her lips over the head of his arousal, parting her lips so the tip of her tongue could taste him, lap lightly against him there with small strokes.
 
Her lips, touching him at various points on his chest and then his abdomen, felt like rose petals, falling onto his body and caressing it lightly. Her warm breath against his skin sent goosebumps throughout. He was slightly relaxed now, as compared to earlier. Relaxed maybe, but not done with. Her torment would continue. He knew it. The flogger was on the floor. But her sweet, delicate yet devilish touch was enough to send him into a whimpering frenzy.

Every time her teeth dug into his flesh, his muscles contracted involuntarily. Then he felt her hands grabbing his hips firmly, before her lips brushed over the thick velvety head of his erection, which was now twitching, and throbbing, for her. He moaned softly, threw his head back, and close his eyes. Then he looked down and growled softly as she tasted him on her tongue.
 
She wrapped delicately boned fingers around the base of him, squeezing lightly as the flat of her tongue slowly stroked across the sensitive, nerve filled surface again before she glanced up at him with a grin.

“Such a delightful growl you have there, M…” she teased, impish humor in her voice.

Holding him firmly in one hand, she tipped her head slightly to one side so she could stroke along the length of him with her lips. She moved them, along another side, from base to head, until no part of him was left untouched by her. Then and only then, did her lips slide upward, parting to slowly take him into her mouth. Her lips closed around his head, not claiming more, not letting him move deeper. She rubbed him lightly against the roof of her mouth.
 
He tried to twist his body, as it struggled against the restraints. Her fingers were holding him tightly, and as she squeezed his manhood with her hand, he felt as if he could not hold out any longer. All the teasing had built up a storm inside him, which could erupt any minute now. He was trying very hard, to control it. The only thing he COULD control, at the moment.

Her teasing manner heightened his arousal even further, making his growl turn into a whimper, his eyes, full of need and lust, looking down into hers, in a pleading fashion.

"Uhhgnn...Milady..."

As she continued to slide her tongue along the length, her sensuous lips touched every inch of his rock-like hardness, the pleasurable, relaxed feeling surging throughout his body until...He threw his head back and groaned softly. The velvet crown was now embedded between her lips. Then it dipped inside, just a little bit, but not all the way. Her tongue brushed and teased it. He throbbed, pulsed and his body shuddered in pleasure. His hips thrust forward automatically...but she was in control right now. No matter what he tried, the only thing that was going to happen, was what She wanted. And he had a feeling she was not about give him what He wanted, that easily.
 
She paused, hearing him speak. His tone speaking louder than any words he could have given her. He was hers to control. He had placed himself in her hands and she was going to take advantage of that. Her head dipped lower, plunging him deeper into the wet, dark cavern of her mouth. He lay on the top of her tongue and she stroked the underside of him with it.

Deliberately, she tipped her head back slowly, feeling him slide back up against the roof of her mouth. The front part of her tongue slid against him, holding him captive against the top of her mouth as her lips slipped closer to the head. She could feel him warm, nay, hot and pulsing. He slid up against the back of her upper teeth and held there as her tongue teased and tormented the rest of him.
 
He could feel her tongue brushing his underside as she took more of him into the delicious dark wetness of her mouth. He moaned softly, breathed in, then out...he wanted to grind himself inside her. He felt like moving his hips, his entire body towards her. But he refrained. Firstly, he knew she was in control and he wanted it to be that way. Secondly, even if he tried to do it, it was unlikely that he would succeed. Instead, he continued to enjoy the slow, sweet torment that she was subjecting him to.

He felt her teeth graze along his shaft, and then the lower half of the head, just slightly, as he slid against the roof of her mouth. He knew she could now definitely taste him on her tongue. He pulsed, throbbed and groaned in pleasure as she held him prisoner inside her teasing mouth. He could feel himself build up inside the sac that hung underneath. He could feel the devilish tongue of hers wiggle over him.

"Milady...FUCK..."

A tug of the wrist. Then the other one. A low growl. Hips thrust forward finally. She feels his head slide away from the back of the teeth, just slightly, but not enough. She was still control, as the squeeze at the base confirmed, making him squeal in discomfort and pleasure, both.
 
Mmmm. She couldn’t explain how enjoyable it was to be the one in control for a change. Both sides were her and indulging both sides, made her feel well, balanced. She truly was a switch. Mood dictated which way she swung at any given time, much like a pendulum on a clock.

She slid her lips all the way down upon him, pushing him to the back of her throat. Teasing time was over. The muscles in her throat, milked him, rippling along smooth, soft skin, drawn taut by her teasing and the flogger earlier. She was no less demanding here than she had been all evening. Even if she spoke no words, her actions spoke for her. She was unrelenting. He would give her, what her mouth demanded of him. Her tongue stroked over him, enticing him, coaxing him to….give in.

Was he going to have his way this time? Apparently not. There was a precedence to be set here. Power balance to be set, at least, for this moment. She had seen the lust, the hunger, the desire in his eyes and those, too, would be sated....later. Right now? She wanted, what she wanted and he damn well was going to give it to her.
 
He felt her swallowing him into her mouth. All the way. His head hit the back of her throat, sending that soft, warm feeling inside him. She was obviously an expert at what she was doing. Nowhere did he feel her teeth interfering. It was smooth as silk, the tongue as it slid against his shaft, her lips, as he disappeared in between them until his sac was almost brushing against her chin.

She held him there for a while. He moaned and throbbed against the walls of her mouth, against her throat. She wanted something. He knew he had to give it to her. As she milked him with precision, his body started shuddering, his muscles contracted, and then he felt the fluid rising from the sac as if a fountain was about to erupt and as it flowed through his shaft, she felt his hips vibrating, his head back, eyes closing after rolling back in his head.

"Oh...my...fucking...gawd"

He breathed out. He clenched his ass and after a few seconds, his entire body felt like it was about to go limp. All his strength evaporated into thin air for a moment. He gave in. To her.
 
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