A Flogging Fantasy Read online

  My gaze is drawn back to the thick ones, and to a particular metal one. It’s deep blue and sparkles in the light. “May I select more than one?”

  His hands rest on my shoulders, forcing a soft moan from me as I imagine them on my breasts, my pussy, and my ass. “You may choose as many as you like, Glynis.”

  I lift the pretty blue chain mail flogger off the hook.

  “That’s an advanced flogger. Are you sure?”

  “Maybe just brush it across me at first?” I have to feel this on my bare skin.

  “I will definitely go easy on you with this one. I don’t want to hurt you or frighten you.”

  When I turn to face him, I’m fighting back tears again. This guy is going to think I’m a blubbering idiot if I don’t get my emotions under control. “Asa, what if I told you I want to feel pain? Is that weird? What’s wrong with me that I have such a need?”

  He takes the flogger from my hand and replaces it on the hook. Then he cups my face gently. “You are not weird, and there is nothing wrong with you. What do you recall from your reading about the physiology of pain and pleasure?”

  “The pathways are the same.”

  “Exactly. What is interpreted as painful for some people is interpreted as pleasurable to others. It’s a matter of degrees, and of the way we’re hardwired from birth. But please, be assured, you are not a freak because you want to be flogged, or that you want it to hurt.”

  “So, you must be hardwired with the need to control. Is that correct?”

  “Not only that, but to teach and inspire. I get my rush from knowing I’ve given a submissive pleasure through play, through her service to me, and through having my instructions obeyed. But that doesn’t mean I take pleasure in merely bossing someone around. It’s called a power exchange for a good reason. You’re free to withdraw your consent at any time, and I’m free to choose not to do something to you or for you, as long as I’m not going back on an agreement we reached.”

  “I’m confused by that last statement. Can you give me an example, please?”

  “Sure. Let’s say that we agree if you do something specific for me, I’ll return the favor with one to three of the things you love, as a reward. I can choose to give you one, two, or all three. But as long as I give you at least one, I haven’t gone back on the agreement.”

  “Okay. I see now.”

  “Of course, I’m a sadistic bastard, so I’d probably make you work harder for two or three.”

  I laugh. “Good to know.”

  “Are you all right now? Ready to proceed?”

  “Yes.” After he releases my face, I turn to face the toys again and take the chain mail flogger first, followed by a bright pink, thick, leather one with a glass handle. I also select the one with the thinnest leather falls I find. That one is black, and simply holding it sends a shiver down my spine.

  “Great choices.” He takes them from me. “They run the array of sensations from thudding to sharp and stinging. Would you like to try anything else for now?”

  “No. Let’s start with these, please.”

  “Just so you know, this is the last instance of topping from the bottom I will allow you tonight.”

  I recall what that is from my reading. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

  “I know you didn’t. I’m merely giving you a heads up. And, to be fair, I did tell you to choose the toys.”

  “What should I call you?”

  “You may call me by my name. I don’t believe in a title until I’ve earned it, and we only have this one night.”

  Even though I’m aware of that going in, the way he states it has a ring of finality that makes me sad, though I don’t understand why. He chose me for this, but only for this. After tonight, I will never see him again.

  “Tell me what’s going through your mind, Glynis.”

  Did he sense my change in mood, or am I that transparent? “I’m just anxious to begin.”

  His gaze turns thoughtful, and those dark eyes hold me spellbound for long moments. I’m reminded of all the times I told a little white lie before. I used to swear my teachers could read my mind. Intellectually, I understand he can’t, either, but that alpha expression leaves me with the impression he can.

  “All right,” he finally says. “Time to get naked. Take off your clothes, Glynis.”

  Shit. I’d forgotten about that. My hesitation earns me a frown.

  “You think I won’t enjoy seeing you naked.” It’s not a question. He definitely nailed me this time.

  I know you won’t enjoy it. I bite back those words as they try to jump from my mind to my mouth, and instead pull off my sweater and unhook my bra, removing it as quickly as possible. Before the urge to cross my arms over my breasts becomes any stronger, I pull down my jeans, taking the soaked panties with them. As I ease both off, I take my shoes and socks with them.

  There. Done. Time to meet his gaze for the moment of truth.

  Chapter Three

  I’m shivering although the room is not cold, and once again I’m seized with a desperate urge to cover up. His jaw goes slack, and his gaze roams over my naked body. Either he’s a fabulous actor, or that unbridled lust is real. It can’t be, can it? This beautiful man, who would have to do no more than crook his finger at a woman to have her, is gaping at me?

  “Damn. I had no idea you would be this sexy in person.” He crosses the space between us in two strides. “You agreed to sexual touching if it came to that, correct?” The question is almost desperate, and I have to force back a moan.

  “Yes.”

  “I use condoms. And I have no diseases.”

  “I have none either.” I’ve barely had sex. Should I tell him that? This surreal moment is more than I’m able to handle. My pulse is racing.

  He’s still staring at me, glancing up and down my body. Now, he walks around me, and this is more than I’m equipped to deal with. My legs are trembling. They won’t stop, no matter how much I will them to.

  “You are stunning, Glynis. Absolutely beautiful.”

  I stay silent because the simple truth is that I don’t believe him. But despite that, when he pushes up against my backside and wraps his arms around me, I cry out softly at the intense arousal coursing through me.

  “I’m going to flog you with each of these floggers you chose. Your lovely, round ass will be pink, then red and puffy. By morning, it will be bruised and purple. You will have trouble walking.”

  Those words wash over me, sending chills up and down my spine until I’m arching my back so my ass rubs against the bulge in his leather pants. I imagine him holding me down and fucking me senseless, after he flogs me until I can hardly breathe. My pussy contracts in tiny spasms, and my clit throbs.

  “What do you think about that?” His voice is deep and sultry in my ear, and his breath hot against my skin.

  “I think it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

  “Good girl.” That silky phrase sends more shivers down my spine, as if hearing it confirms everything I’ve ever wanted in life. I want to hear those words again, over and over.

  “And, if you’re a very good girl…” He cups my breasts, and I moan loudly as fireworks explode inside my head. “I might fuck you, too.”

  “Please,” I whisper, unable to stop the word before it leaves my mouth.

  His soft chuckle plays over my senses, rendering me helpless in his arms. This is what I’ve waited for, right here and now. It finally has a name, a tangible image, and a scent. I’ve been searching so long I didn’t believe I’d find it, but I was wrong. It exists. It’s real. He is real.

  “Let’s see how the flogging goes first.” When he steps away, the sense of loss is overwhelming. The room is suddenly cooler. This time, I do wrap my arms around my body but only because I miss the warmth of his touch. My own arms are a poor substitute.

  He reaches for my hand, so I release the hug and take it. “Over here.” He leads me toward a spanking bench. I recognize what it i
s because of the reading I did, but I’ve never been this close to one in person.

  It’s leather, with pads everywhere and metal loops attached to those pads at various junctures. But it’s the shape which intrigues me. It’s rounded slightly, and the pads are adjustable. A person could lie draped over it, and by moving the pads slightly, their limbs, head, and lower abdomen would still be supported, but anyone else would have easy access to almost all of their body.

  As I picture myself lying on this, with Asa flogging my ass, my breasts, and my pussy, my aversion to being naked in front of him fades.

  “I want to begin without restraints at first, only to make sure you’re all right with the sensation of the floggers.”

  “All right. I mean, yes, Asa.”

  He caresses my upper back. “You don’t have to answer me any specific way, Glynis. Are you sure you’re all right to begin?”

  “Oh, yes. Definitely.” That leather calls to me.

  Asa positions me until I’m comfortable with all my joints supported, just as I had imagined a moment ago. My breasts hang free, and my pussy and ass are exposed to him. I always assumed play would involve being in uncomfortable positions for long periods of time, and I say so.

  “It depends on the dynamic of the Dom and sub, plus the goal of the scene. Our goal tonight is not to cause you physical or psychological harm. It’s to take you to heights of pleasure, through pain, if that’s what does it for you, and in other ways if we’re nearing your limits.” He caresses my bare ass cheeks, and I moan again.

  “You have a perfect ass for impact play. Are you ready?”

  “Yes.”

  “What are your safewords?”

  I’m ready to scream in frustration. Just do it, already! “‘Red’ stops the scene. ‘Yellow’ is for everything else.” My tone comes out snarky, though I didn’t intentionally speak that way.

  His bare feet appear below in my line of sight before I glance up into his face. He does not look amused. “Speak to me in that tone again, and this night is over.”

  I have to swallow hard to fight back tears. “I’m sorry. I really am. I didn’t mean for it to come out that way.”

  His gaze softens as he squats down, eye level with me. “Glynis, safewords are no joke. You are brand new at this so I don’t yet know your body language, or the other cues you give when you’re nearing your limits, or are in trouble but can’t verbalize it. Sometimes, the only thing a sub can do is speak her safeword. You trust me to stop when you tell me to, or when I realize you’ve had enough. I trust you to tell me that, either verbally or non-verbally.”

  “I understand. Really, I do.”

  “Thank you.” He kisses me, tenderly, and the gesture surprises me so that I’m choked up anyway once he releases my mouth.

  “Are you ready now?”

  “Yes. I sure am.”

  After he’s behind me again, I tense, expecting a flogger to smack me, but instead I’m treated to more caresses. As if my arousal wasn’t already through the roof. He’s going to tease me into this, and as frustrating as that realization is, it’s also exciting.

  “Your skin is so soft.” He brushes his hands down the backs of my thighs, and goosebumps break out over me.

  “Thank you.” The last time I was naked in front of a guy, expecting to have sex with him, he did much the same thing Asa is doing now, only I wasn’t draped over a leather bench. I was on the guy’s bed.

  “I have a confession, Glynis.”

  His voice is filled with humor, and I brace myself. If he says something about my weight, I will be devastated. I still hear that other man’s voice in my head, years ago, asking me if I had ever considered going on a diet. He tried to backpedal right away and say he’d only asked for health reasons, but he’d asked it at the worst possible time. I will never believe that his intentions were altruistic.

  “Do you want to know what it is?”

  No.

  “Yes, please.”

  Strong hands grasp my breasts. “I love your tits. I mean they are seriously the most gorgeous boobs I have ever seen. I love big tits. I can’t lie.” I have to bite back a laugh at the tone in his voice. He sounds like a teenage boy, but I know he’s older than I am. “I want to bury my cock in them and fuck them.”

  He kneads them, rubbing his thumbs across my nipples until all memories of the jackass who asked me if I’d consider dieting are gone, replaced by exquisite sensations that shoot straight to my wet pussy and throbbing clit.

  “Your body is so luscious.” His hands move from my breasts, down my sides, fingertips teasing as they inch closer to the pad on which my abdomen rests. I assume he’s going to touch my backside again, but I gasp when instead he reaches underneath and traces the outline of my wet labia.

  “Oh my. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Now his tone is teasing, sexy, and I’m out of my mind with need.

  “Yes. Very much.”

  “I’m flattered.” One long finger slides back and forth across the opening to my wetness. As if that alone isn’t enough to send me into ecstasy, he slides another one up my ass crack and teases my puckered hole.

  “You are so ready to be fucked, but first we have to see how much flogging you can take. Maybe later, we’ll see how much of my dick you can take. If you’re good, that is.”

  “I’ll be good. Promise.” My voice comes out as desperate, but how can I help that? The image of this beautiful man fucking me is more arousing than anything that’s ever happened to me. I want him inside me. Now.

  “I know you will,” he whispers. His hands are gone, and I protest softly. I still sense his fingers on me. Every nerve ending is on fire, and the pads beneath my body are damp with sweat. My pussy juices trickle down my thighs. What is he waiting for?

  Soft falls caress my upper back, then brush lazily down to move across each ass cheek. I’m not able to determine which flogger he’s using, but it’s not the metal one. He flicks the strands lightly across my breasts, and I gasp, not expecting such a pleasant sensation in that area from a flogger.

  “Was that an, ‘I like it’ sound, or a, ‘that hurts more than I thought it would’ one?”

  “The first.”

  His low hum sends shivers down my spine. “Interesting.”

  I suck in a sharp breath as the flogger comes down across my ass cheeks. It doesn’t hurt. Not at first. I listen to Asa breathing hard as he swats me with it again and again. It must be the thick leather one, because the smacks build on one another until a warm burn settles into my skin. I love it. The more intense it becomes, the more I want.

  Now he’s alternating throwing the falls against my ass, my middle back, and my breasts. The strength increases, and as it does, his breathing becomes louder. It hadn’t occurred to me how much work this takes on his end. The effect on my imagination is intoxicating. I picture him sweaty, all those muscles gleaming in the soft light as he punishes me with this piece of leather.

  My soft moans turn to loud ones as my arousal builds. I knew I would love this, but I didn’t expect to be so incredibly turned on by it. My clit throbs, and tiny contractions inside my pussy torture me with the promise of an orgasm, right there, never quite cresting.

  When he stops, I don’t move. It’s so relaxing here that I don’t want to leave. “Are we done?”

  “No. Not even close.” He steps into my line of vision, and I moan again at the sight of him. He looks exactly as I imagined. Dripping with sweat and so damn sexy I can’t stand it any longer. “You’re doing wonderfully, Glynis. How do you feel?”

  It just comes out. I’m powerless to stop it.

  “Ready to be fucked.”

  Chapter Four

  If the bulge in those leather pants he’s wearing is any indication, he’s ready, too. But all he does is laugh softly and shake his head, as if I’m an unruly child who has just said something amusing.

  “Time to use a different flogger. Do you need a break first? Some water, maybe?”

  Disappoin
tment floods through me. “Some water, please.”

  He hands me a bottle, and I lift my head just high enough to drink the entire thing. “Thank you.”

  Our gazes lock for a moment. He’s had water, too, and some of it has dribbled onto his chin. I have an urge to lick it off. “Are you enjoying this, Glynis?” His tone is soft and hesitant, as if he senses my mood.

  “Oh, yes. Very much. It’s just that…” My faithful friend, extreme self-doubt, has returned. Whereas mere moments ago I told this god of a man I wanted him to fuck me, now I’m unable to verbalize how aroused this has made me. That surge of self-assurance was nice while it lasted.

  He brushes one finger down my face and I shiver. “Please tell me.”

  “I already did.” It’s true, after all.

  A slow, sexy smile graces his handsome face. “I want you to say it again. We’re building your confidence tonight, as well as introducing you to flogging, remember?”

  The logic of that is lost on me. “When you make me say it, and then tease me about it, I don’t feel confident. I feel beat down, like I’ve been so many times before.”

  In an instant, his expression changes. Not only his facial expression, but his entire aura. The smile is gone, and his beautiful dark eyes are filled with concern. He helps me off the bench and takes my hand, leading me to the bed. “Sit down. Let’s talk.”

  “Have I done something wrong?”

  “No, of course not. Tell me about your past dating experiences, Glynis.”

  I’m so vulnerable, sitting here on his bed, naked, while he’s not. And now he’s asking me to detail my disappointing encounters with men. I didn’t expect to be encouraged to open up my life like this, and I’m still not sure I want to. But something in his eyes calls to me, and a sensation of being safe with him washes over me. Since I’ve never experienced that with anyone before, I decide to run with it.

  “All right. If you think it will help.”

  “It will.” He brushes a hand up my arm, and I bite back a moan. This man’s touch does things to me I can’t even explain, but I love them.