The fire roared in the fireplace of his study and she stood just a feet away with her legs spread and her arms outstretched; her hands on the mantle. She was naked except for her stockings and five-inch red-soled Italian leather heels. His Damascus steel blade made short work of her panties and brassiere, which now lay smoldering in the fire. The fire was hot and the heat felt as if it were stretching her skin taught. Her nipples felt as if they were roasting and her navel began to burn.
The rules of the game were simple. She was to stand on the marks on the floor and brace herself against the mantle. He stood an arm’s length behind her and teased her mercilessly with his doeskin leather flogger. She was to count each lash until the heat from the fire was too much, at which time she would use her safe word, “Switch” and he would pause, allowing her to turn around and reposition her feet. For the last few minutes he had worked the flogger across her thighs and buttocks. She couldn’t see the bright pink hue of her beaten flesh, but he could; and he marveled at his handiwork while she turned and prepared herself for the flogger’s kiss on her front.
“Close your eyes,” he barked as he drew the leather strands through his open hand. She complied and braced herself for the next assault on her front.
“Seventeen.” she counted after the flogger stung her left thigh.
“Eighteen.” It just landed on the right.
“Nineteen.” She held her breath and bit her lip while silently cursing at the pain in her left breast. She debated using her safe word, but she thought he might not honor it just three strikes in.
“Twenty.” She cried out in pain and began to sway but he reached out and caught her arm, steadying her on her feet.
“Catch your breath,” he cautioned. “We’ll continue when you’re ready.”
She took a deep breath and nodded.
“Ready,” she said hesitantly as she heard the leather strands slicing through the air. “Twenty-one.” Her clitoris felt as if it was on fire. Every nerve in her body felt as if it had just been shocked with an electric current. “Twenty-two,” she gasped as her knees began to buckle. “Switch,” she cried out as the heat on her sensitive backside matched that of the pain on her front. She turned around and positioned her feet, placing her hands on the mantle and biting her lip as the heat from the fire seared her tender flesh.
She dripped with arousal and she flushed with embarrassment as she waited for the next blow to fall. She waited…
He ran his hand up her spine and around the base of her neck. He clinched his fist and pulled her head back and growled in her ear, “Have you had enough, my pet?”
“No, Sir,” she panted as she tried to catch her breath.
She gasped as she felt his hand cup her breast and pinch her swollen nipple. “Are you sure?” He asked again.
“No, Sir,” she repeated as he released her nipple and slid his hand down her torso and between her legs.
He spent the next few minutes pleasuring her sex with his fingers. She was lost in the moment and never heard him unzip his pants after releasing his grip on her hair. Her head rested back on his shoulder and she felt his warm breath in her ear as he cooed softly, filling her mind with words of lust and desire. He held her by the waist as he worked his cock inside her.
“Hands on the mantle,” he ordered as he began to thrust deep inside her. Despite the heat of the fire and the sheen of sweat that glistened on her skin, she felt the gooseflesh form on her back as he ran his hand up and down her spine.
She pushed back against him, matching his thrusts, as he lost himself in his lust. Carnal sounds of animalistic desire filled the room until he cried out and filled her womb with his seed. Her legs completely gave out and if he didn’t still have one arm around her waist, she would have fallen to the floor. But instead, he pulled her to him, lifted her into his arms and carried her to their bed.
