Since I Saw You (Because You Are Mine #4)(90)

“No?” Lin whispered, still dazed from her thunderous climax.

“No,” he said grimly, standing. She watched him as he stepped out of his boxer briefs, her gaze touring his long, muscular body covetously. His cock sprung out from his body in flagrant arousal. He cupped the tumescent flesh in his palm from below, wincing as he stroked himself. The evidence of his sharp arousal sent a fresh jolt of stimulation through her. The dim bedroom suite suddenly flickered with light. Thunder came immediately on its heels. Electricity seemed to flow in her blood, making it race.

“Kneel at the edge of the bed,” he said quietly, approaching her. He guided her with his hands, pausing to draw her silk panties down her legs, removing them. She put her knees near the edge of the mattress and braced herself on her arms. She looked behind her at Kam, both anxious and almost unbearably desirous. He grabbed a pillow and put it on the bed in front of her. “Put your cheek on the pillow. Brace yourself on your shoulders,” he instructed. “Good. Now put your hands together at your back. I’m going to restrain your wrists,” he told her. Her heartbeat throbbed in the ear she had pressed against the soft pillow as he used the hooks and rings on her cuffs to bind her wrists at her back. She pulled gently, testing the restraints. She was bound, and good. A whimper fell past her lips.

“Shhh,” Kam murmured, rubbing her hip. He must have thought the small sound signified anxiety, when it was really arousal. He stroked her thigh and hip soothingly. “I’m going to use the flogger on your ass. Not much. Your infraction was minimal,” he said, and she heard the warmth and humor in his deep voice.

“I can’t imagine what you’d have in store for me if I dared to, say . . . write a memo,” she muttered next to the pillow drolly.

“Oh, you wouldn’t want to even imagine it,” he said, his mock-sinister tone making her laugh. “Well, maybe you would,” he admitted. She saw him move from the corner of her vision, and then he was behind her again. She bit off a moan when she felt the soft suede tails slide against her ass. They moved down the crack of her buttocks and between her legs, tickling her sex. She gasped when he pressed up slightly, applying pressure.

“Spread your thighs more. That’s right,” he muttered thickly when she slid her knees an inch outward in each direction. He lifted the flogger and began to land the tails gently on her ass. It didn’t hurt, but the sensation of the tails flicking against her skin and the soft whoosh and tapping sound they made when they made contact struck her as intensely erotic. “How many strokes do you think you deserve for working on a declared day of leisure?” she heard him say.

“Hard strokes?” she asked him shakily.

“Stinging ones. Yes,” he said, continuing to flick the tails against her ass.

She bit off a moan of arousal. Why was this such a turn-on? It shocked her, how much his dominance and her submission aroused her, and yes, even the mild bondage and “punishment.” In her vulnerable position with her thighs spread wide, she could feel how wet and swollen her sex was. Kam could see it, no doubt.

Heat flooded her face at the thought. She rolled her hot cheek on the pillow.

“Four?” she suggested.

The tails landed lower, flicking against her outer sex. The jolt of excitement that went through her was almost painful it was so sharp. Her * clenched tight. The tails landed again on her flushed, swollen sex, and this time she couldn’t stop moaning. She heard Kam’s low growl and knew he was witnessing her reaction, and that he liked it.

“Four it is, then,” he said.

She heard the tails whoosh through the air, her muscles tightening. They landed on her ass with a stinging caress. Almost immediately they were back, this time gently tapping at her exposed outer sex. She whimpered in excitement. Again, she heard the tails whoosh in the air. They landed on her ass with a sharp snap.

“Oh,” she muttered, wincing at the sting. Kam rubbed where he’d struck, soothing the burning flesh.

“Too much?” he asked.

“No,” she moaned. The fever came upon her again, this time wrought by the sharp sting and his gentle caress. He opened his large hand along her lower buttocks and pushed up the flesh. Lin realized with a rush of excitement that he was making a closer inspection of her *. The room flashed and thunder cracked loudly. “God you’re wet. Such a sweet, pink *,” she heard him mumble as if to himself.

“Kam,” she pleaded, but for what? The sting of the flogger? The end of this delicious agony? She wasn’t sure. She only knew she burned.

The tails whooshed in the air, and again she felt their sting. “Is that what you wanted?” he asked roughly from behind her, his hand rubbing her bottom, easing the prickling nerve endings.

“Yes. No. I want you. I want you inside me,” she cried out, not sure what she wanted because need flooded her in all directions.

“You’ll have it after one more stroke. You’ll have it good and hard,” he assured darkly. She tensed in anticipation when she heard the telltale sound of the tails flying.

They struck her ass, the resulting burn making her grit her teeth. Her muscles coiled tight with tension and arousal. Then the flogger dropped down onto the mattress just inches from her face. She stared at it, panting as she felt Kam grab her hips, adjusting her slightly. The bed was high, ideally suited for this position and his tall body.