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.So she’d come in the most Kyriana-like clothes she had.He walked behind her, hooked a finger in the waistband and snapped the elastic against her skin.It didn’t hurt, but it startled her.She hung her head as she tried to fight off the shame and misery working their way through her.“Just checking to see if your name was embroidered in the back.” His teasing words were spoken against her neck.She choked on her laugh as his lips moved down her neck to the top of her spine, where he bit, hard.As he licked the spot, she felt something hard and wooden touch her thigh.He brought the thin edge of something up the side of her leg and around to the front where she could see it.A paddle.He turned it so she could see the flat of it, about the size of a racquetball racket, but peppered with a dozen holes.Her breath caught.It didn’t look sexy.It looked painful.Connul’s other hand settled briefly on her hip before drifting over to dip below the elastic of her panties.He slid the paddle back down her thigh, letting her see its thin edge as the fingers of his other hand did their magic, her underwear dropping to land between her feet.His hand moved to cup her mound.The paddle traveled up the inside of her thigh.The hand cupping her tightened, and her insides responded, her stomach muscles clenching as she fought not to move.She could feel his body behind her, standing so close, but not touching her except for that hard edge of wood and the hand between her thighs.“You’re being very good, Kyriana.Not moving.I know it’s hard.Can you stay still for me? Even when I’m touching you?” He let one finger dip into her cream and circle her.She swallowed hard.“Yes, I think so.”He kissed her neck and it felt like a reward.“Good girl.”She took a deep breath and started to let it out.Somehow she heard the smacking sound before it registered that he’d paddled her thigh.The sensation was painful, but not terrible.A quick burn.He thrust one long finger up and into her wetness and she sucked in a breath.His tongue traced a path along her shoulder.The mixed sensations rioted through her.She moaned and had no idea if it was in pleasure or pain.The tension in her shoulders seeped out and her thighs fell back open.She hadn’t even realized she’d squeezed them shut.Did that count as moving? Would he be mad?Crack.This time her other leg received the paddle’s sharp kiss just before his thumb moved up to press against her clit.She let her head fall back on a moan and now there was no question that it was in pleasure.He drew the paddle up her side and stepped around to her front, spanking her twice in quick succession as he pressed harder on her aching clit.Her focus narrowed.No more questions, no more thinking, only the sensations that he brought to her, that he allowed her.The paddle came up and down, finding targets all across her butt and thighs.His fingers began to pump in and out of her slowly and carefully, in a different rhythm than that of the paddle.She thought she might be getting close to an orgasm.If he would just… She moaned when his hand drew away from her folds.Whimpered as he trailed his wet fingers up her stomach, between her breasts and up her neck to rest against her open, panting mouth.She couldn’t think properly, didn’t want to.She focused on his breathing, his heat next to her, the warmth of the paddle strikes tingling her skin.“Taste,” he told her.She drew his fingers into her mouth, exploring her own flavor against that of his strong fingers.Her tongue curled around and she lost herself in the texture and taste of him, coated with her.Something soft and light slithered over her shoulder.A distant part of her brain acknowledged it but she didn’t give it much thought.He drew his fingers from between her lips and she squelched the insane urge to bite down, to capture the digits.She was glad she hadn’t when he replaced his fingers with his tongue, kissing her as if they were lovers long parted.As if he were coming home.She welcomed him, barely noticed when the trails of leather became light slaps of a flogger against her back.He pulled away and she sighed, then gasped as his mouth sought out her breast instead.He took her nipple and sucked hard just as he brought the flogger down in a sharp slap against her ass, then up against her back.Over and over again he gave her that sharp pain, all while giving her intense pleasure.The blur of sensations was nearly overwhelming.She felt the continuous slide of cream on her upper thighs.Her breath was coming in harsh pants and she wanted to beg for more, harder, faster, something.But she waited, accepted what he gave her.And loved every second of it.Not for one minute did she forget who was giving her what she wanted, what she’d needed without ever understanding.“Connul,” she whispered.It was both a plea and a thanksgiving.He growled against her flesh then released the breast he’d been biting with a tiny lick before moving around to her back.The flogger traveled up and down her legs, ass and back.“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.Talk? He wanted her to speak when she could barely remember her own name.“You.”He moved around again, the flogger working her front, kissing her breasts, her stomach, her thighs.“Tell me what you want from me.”God, she was so close.Her whole body ached with the need to release the electric energy he was pulling forth.Just a little bit more…“Kyriana.” There was a small bite to the word.She shook her head, trying to figure out the answer.It wasn’t that she hadn’t heard him, she’d heard everything he said, heard his breathing, his steps, maybe even his heartbeat, or was that hers? The struggle was in coming back into herself enough to figure out the answer, to figure out speech.“I—I want you inside me.”He stood close to her now, and she resisted the urge to sway into him, some part of her mind aware enough to remember she was to remain still.Instead she took in a deep breath—sweat and some indefinable flavor that was all him.Sort of like…chocolate.She moaned.“Do you want to come?” he asked her, striking her left calf with the flogger, a lighter tap, followed by a sharp sting.That one was easy.She didn’t have to think for the answer.“Yes.”“But you won’t, will you? Not until I tell you to.”Her brain stuttered.She wanted to say no, but it wasn’t entirely the truth.What if she couldn’t hold back, what if—“Stop.” His hand came to her face, releasing her from her answer.She looked at him, still dazed, still aching, but more focused than she had been for a while, pulled from the fog she’d fallen into.“Shh.” The flogger continued to strike arhythmically against her, but his hand came to rest on her throat.He was so close that when she gasped over an especially sharp smack, she brought his breath into herself.“I can tell you’re close.You’ll fight it for me, won’t you? Can you do that for me?”“Yes.Connul, please.” She focused on his strong jaw, only lightly stubbled at this late hour.The flogger hit low on her ass and its trailing strands just barely licked her pussy.She screamed in surprise and pain and had to fight hard to hold back the release that threatened to overwhelm her.She didn’t realize she was crying until he licked along the path of her tears.“It’s good, isn’t it?” he asked.“Oh, yes.”“Are you ready to go back?” he asked, his hand on her throat firming.She had to concentrate to stay sharp enough to answer his questions.“Back?”“Back under.Where you were before I made you think.” He bit her on the chin.“Oh,” she shuddered [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]