Cole dipped his head to Sasha’s ear. “You’re wondering who she is and what connection they have. They’re a long-distance couple. She lives in California and they only see each other every few months.”
Sasha leaned forward as if trying to get a closer look.
“He’s going to demo a sensual flogging. Nothing too intense, at least for those of us watching. I imagine it’ll be quite intense for her. What I want you to do is picture yourself in her place. Let yourself go. Remember the feeling of being pleasured by the one you’ve turned control over to. And for tonight, I’m the one who decides that pleasure.”
His words had the desired effect and he smiled inwardly as she trembled in response. So far he hadn’t noticed any sign of panic or distress from her, but he recalled how quickly it’d hit her when they went to look at the house. He believed this was the first flogging scene she’d witnessed since her time with Peter. And while he felt she was strong enough to watch a sensual flogging, he needed to keep a watchful eye on her.
“Watch,” he commanded as Greene began. “You’re standing bound before me. Naked and needy. You came to me for one reason: you know I can give you what you need. But now that I’ve bound you, you realize I’ll take what I need from you as well.”
They both watched as Greene circled his sub, every so often flicking the flogger toward her, but not striking her with it yet.
“I make you wait for the tails to fall and you try to anticipate it. Try to imagine where they’ll first land. You’re expecting it to be forceful, so you’re surprised when the leather softly sweeps across your back. I’m being so gentle, you don’t notice I’ve picked up a second flogger until you feel it against your backside. I put more power into the stroke and you yelp. I whisper for you to be quiet, telling you that you will take what I give you in silence.”
Sasha’s gaze was on the couple in front of her, but Cole saw the quick rise and fall of her chest.
“I continue working both floggers, harder against your arse and softer on your back. I ask you if you’re getting wet being tied up for my pleasure and receiving a flogging.” He wasn’t watching the demo scene anymore. His focus was Sasha, and he was pleased she’d shown no unease when he’d mentioned her back.
“Check, sub,” he commanded in a low growl. “Slip your hand down the front of those shorts and finger yourself.”
She jerked to attention.
“Discreetly. Don’t draw attention to yourself.” He waited while she checked. “Are you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good, because next I’ll tell you that you need to be wet because I’m going to slide the handle of the flogger inside you.”
She stiffened.
“It’s not quite as large as my cock, but it’s nothing you want to attempt dry.” He leaned so close he almost brushed her ear with his lips. “Look at it as preparing yourself to take me. Rub your clit, but don’t come.”
This time he didn’t have to tell her twice. She obeyed immediately. He let her play with herself while he observed Greene and his sub.
“Rub that needy clit as I work your body with my floggers,” he whispered. “At times it feels like a hundred fingers caressing you, almost a kiss. But when I swing it harder, you accept the sweet pain because you know only pleasure follows.”
Her voice was strained. “Please, Sir, let me come.”
“Not yet. Because whilst you’re still floating from the flogging, I’m going to ease the handle between your legs and make you fuck yourself with it.”
“Please, please, please,” she softly begged.
The silence of the room was broken by Greene commanding his sub to come and her cry of release. His cock grew distractingly hard at the erotic sound, but even so he didn’t miss Sasha’s spine stiffen, followed by an intense tremble.
Hell, no, she didn’t.
“Did you just come without permission, sub?” he asked through clenched teeth.
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted and punishment deferred. And I hope you enjoyed that orgasm, because it’s the last one you’ll experience for quite some time.”
• • •
“I’ve decided to change my plans for the evening,” Cole said. The demo was over and the few remaining people in the garage were talking amongst themselves as they waited for the next one. “We’re leaving.”
She knew he’d only changed plans because she came without permission. Fuck. It’d been too long since she’d had to hold back an orgasm, and listening to his wickedly delicious whispers while watching Master Greene and his sub had been too much.
He was quiet as they made their way to his car. Every so often, she’d look his way and try to gauge his mood. Was he angry? Disappointed? Neutral? He was too damn hard to read.
Silently, he opened the car door for her before getting in himself. They were halfway to Daniel’s before he said anything.
“Leaving early was not a punishment. I had planned to do something the next time we met, but I’ve decided to do it tonight instead.”
She continued to stare out the car window. He hadn’t given her permission to speak and he hadn’t asked her a direct question.
“When we get to the guesthouse, I want you to kneel and wait for me in the office.”
Instead of allowing panic a foothold, she did as he’d told her and ran through what she knew would happen: he would give her a week’s notice before he punished her, he would not touch her without telling her, and he had this planned before she’d disobeyed him. The panic she feared didn’t make an appearance.
They pulled into the driveway, and the absence of Daniel’s car signaled he and Julie had already left for the weekend. She wondered if Cole’s offer on the house they’d looked at had been accepted and, if so, when he’d be moving. She rather liked looking toward the guesthouse whenever she visited Julie and trying to guess if Cole was inside.
Once inside the quiet house, she made her way to the office. A small lamp had been left on, so the room wasn’t completely dark, but just lit enough for her not to trip over anything.
He entered the room mere minutes after she settled herself on her knees. The soft thud of his bare feet approached the middle of the room, and she saw his toes when he stood before her.
Sasha leaned forward as if trying to get a closer look.
“He’s going to demo a sensual flogging. Nothing too intense, at least for those of us watching. I imagine it’ll be quite intense for her. What I want you to do is picture yourself in her place. Let yourself go. Remember the feeling of being pleasured by the one you’ve turned control over to. And for tonight, I’m the one who decides that pleasure.”
His words had the desired effect and he smiled inwardly as she trembled in response. So far he hadn’t noticed any sign of panic or distress from her, but he recalled how quickly it’d hit her when they went to look at the house. He believed this was the first flogging scene she’d witnessed since her time with Peter. And while he felt she was strong enough to watch a sensual flogging, he needed to keep a watchful eye on her.
“Watch,” he commanded as Greene began. “You’re standing bound before me. Naked and needy. You came to me for one reason: you know I can give you what you need. But now that I’ve bound you, you realize I’ll take what I need from you as well.”
They both watched as Greene circled his sub, every so often flicking the flogger toward her, but not striking her with it yet.
“I make you wait for the tails to fall and you try to anticipate it. Try to imagine where they’ll first land. You’re expecting it to be forceful, so you’re surprised when the leather softly sweeps across your back. I’m being so gentle, you don’t notice I’ve picked up a second flogger until you feel it against your backside. I put more power into the stroke and you yelp. I whisper for you to be quiet, telling you that you will take what I give you in silence.”
Sasha’s gaze was on the couple in front of her, but Cole saw the quick rise and fall of her chest.
“I continue working both floggers, harder against your arse and softer on your back. I ask you if you’re getting wet being tied up for my pleasure and receiving a flogging.” He wasn’t watching the demo scene anymore. His focus was Sasha, and he was pleased she’d shown no unease when he’d mentioned her back.
“Check, sub,” he commanded in a low growl. “Slip your hand down the front of those shorts and finger yourself.”
She jerked to attention.
“Discreetly. Don’t draw attention to yourself.” He waited while she checked. “Are you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good, because next I’ll tell you that you need to be wet because I’m going to slide the handle of the flogger inside you.”
She stiffened.
“It’s not quite as large as my cock, but it’s nothing you want to attempt dry.” He leaned so close he almost brushed her ear with his lips. “Look at it as preparing yourself to take me. Rub your clit, but don’t come.”
This time he didn’t have to tell her twice. She obeyed immediately. He let her play with herself while he observed Greene and his sub.
“Rub that needy clit as I work your body with my floggers,” he whispered. “At times it feels like a hundred fingers caressing you, almost a kiss. But when I swing it harder, you accept the sweet pain because you know only pleasure follows.”
Her voice was strained. “Please, Sir, let me come.”
“Not yet. Because whilst you’re still floating from the flogging, I’m going to ease the handle between your legs and make you fuck yourself with it.”
“Please, please, please,” she softly begged.
The silence of the room was broken by Greene commanding his sub to come and her cry of release. His cock grew distractingly hard at the erotic sound, but even so he didn’t miss Sasha’s spine stiffen, followed by an intense tremble.
Hell, no, she didn’t.
“Did you just come without permission, sub?” he asked through clenched teeth.
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted and punishment deferred. And I hope you enjoyed that orgasm, because it’s the last one you’ll experience for quite some time.”
• • •
“I’ve decided to change my plans for the evening,” Cole said. The demo was over and the few remaining people in the garage were talking amongst themselves as they waited for the next one. “We’re leaving.”
She knew he’d only changed plans because she came without permission. Fuck. It’d been too long since she’d had to hold back an orgasm, and listening to his wickedly delicious whispers while watching Master Greene and his sub had been too much.
He was quiet as they made their way to his car. Every so often, she’d look his way and try to gauge his mood. Was he angry? Disappointed? Neutral? He was too damn hard to read.
Silently, he opened the car door for her before getting in himself. They were halfway to Daniel’s before he said anything.
“Leaving early was not a punishment. I had planned to do something the next time we met, but I’ve decided to do it tonight instead.”
She continued to stare out the car window. He hadn’t given her permission to speak and he hadn’t asked her a direct question.
“When we get to the guesthouse, I want you to kneel and wait for me in the office.”
Instead of allowing panic a foothold, she did as he’d told her and ran through what she knew would happen: he would give her a week’s notice before he punished her, he would not touch her without telling her, and he had this planned before she’d disobeyed him. The panic she feared didn’t make an appearance.
They pulled into the driveway, and the absence of Daniel’s car signaled he and Julie had already left for the weekend. She wondered if Cole’s offer on the house they’d looked at had been accepted and, if so, when he’d be moving. She rather liked looking toward the guesthouse whenever she visited Julie and trying to guess if Cole was inside.
Once inside the quiet house, she made her way to the office. A small lamp had been left on, so the room wasn’t completely dark, but just lit enough for her not to trip over anything.
He entered the room mere minutes after she settled herself on her knees. The soft thud of his bare feet approached the middle of the room, and she saw his toes when he stood before her.
