On Your Knees by Brynn Paulin Read Free Book Online Page B

making of previous lovers. No wondered she’d stopped finding time for sex. If they were like this man, she’d find it hard to leave their bed.
    “You’re good to continue?”
    She nodded, without opening her eyes.
    He pumped his fingers deeper. Suddenly, she felt a strange drag of stiff fabric over her skin. Her lids popped open and dread settled over her. The flogger was gone and that hadn’t been fabric. It was leather. Oh fuck, maybe she wasn’t ready to move on.
    “Relax,” he said. “I told you punishment was coming.”
    “Don’t hit me.” She couldn’t keep the tremble from her voice.
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    The whip pulled over her again, the ends splaying out across her back. “I don’t hit.
    The flog is completely different. Hitting only satisfies an abuser. The flog brings pleasure to both master and slave.”
    “And pain…”
    “At first, perhaps.” The thick, cord-wrapped handle of the flog dragged over her ass while he continued to assault her tiny opening with his fingers. “Many couples use spanking as part of their sex play. The position, the pain, the dominance of one over the other all enhances the encounter.” The handle slipped into her folds rasping across the tender flesh. “Now the flog is different. This is not for play, Jessica. This is because you were willful and disobedient.”
    She pressed her lips together before she protested that she didn’t know.
    “The flog is a tool of punishment,” he went on. “Yes, it brings some pain. Still in the end it will bring you pleasure, as it does most.” She doubted that. In her head his voice twined with Madam Zelda’s telling her to have faith.
    Jessica gasped as the corded grip nudged past the lips of her open pussy. Each ridge caught on her tender walls, sending a riot of sensation to her womb. She pressed her face into the bench overwhelmed by the sensation of the handle tormenting her sheath while his fingers filled her ass. She moaned when he pulled them free but she had little time to ponder it as he drilled the handle in and out of her. His knuckles knocked against her clit with each stroke.
    Her inner walls grabbed at the corded rod, amplifying the reaction shooting through her. Release coiled inside her, drawing tighter and tighter until she danced at the edge of explosion.
    She jerked when he pulled it away and draped the flog across her back and over her bound hands, the damp end cradled against her ass.
    “Don’t move,” he ordered. “The flog will shift if you disobey.” 46
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    Taking deep breaths while her body rattled with protest against being left at the brink, she listened to him move around the room. How long would he leave her here in this torment?
    She heard water running, followed by silence. Straining her ears, she listened and anticipated his approach. When nothing came, she started to lift her head. A leather tail shifted and she froze, planting her forehead in the cushion.
    “Naughty, slave,” he admonished.
    Oh no, he was watching.
    “I’m sorry, Master,” she replied, her voice muffled by the seat.
    “Um-hmm.”
    Not seeing him, not knowing what he doing, was killing her. And he didn’t seem to be in a big hurry to return to her, either. Didn’t he need to fuck her as much as she needed to be fucked? For that matter would he ever fuck her? Was this some psychological torment to take her to the edge then leave her there without ever giving her what she needed?
    He’d said he’d fill her needs. He’d better or that hapless pedestrian was in trouble again. This wasn’t easy kneeling here and effectively being put on display. She tried to forget about it but damn it if it didn’t turn her on a little. How had she not known this about herself? She’d always had submission-like fantasies still she’d never thought she’d actually want to be in the center of one.
    Though she was listening for him, she started when he returned to her and moved aside the flog. He walked as silently as