Desiree Holt - Slapping Leather

Tonight! Heat flashed over her. Rawhide. Nine o’clock. One of their regular nights.

For a quicksilver moment, she was tempted to cancel, but she faced the truth that she wanted the session more than she wanted to duck out on him. God, she was a mess. A total mess.

She managed a casual smile and a wave as the tall man and the young girl headed out to the parking area. Then she walked Jester back to her stall.

“I should have my head examined, right, girl?” She stroked the mare’s forehead. “What do you think I should do?”

Jester snorted and bobbed her head.

Liz laughed. “Right. I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

Rawhide was unusually crowded for a Wednesday night but Liz spotted Alex at once. He was leaning against a wall in the lounge, talking to another man, tall and heavily muscled. Liz recognized him as one of the dungeon masters.

Alex spotted her immediately and broke off his conversation.

“I was taking bets with myself whether you’d actually show tonight.” He slid his hand beneath her hair and rubbed the nape of her neck. His gaze raked over her. “You look good enough to eat. And that’s exactly what I plan to do.”

As he talked he walked her down the corridor. He pulled a key card from his pocket, swiped it in the lock, and opened the door to the room they always used. As usual, their regular toys were meticulously laid out and the lighting subdued except for the spotlight directly over the spanking bench and one above several sets of manacles hung from the ceiling on different lengths of chains.

The moment the door closed, the atmosphere changed. Gone was the relaxed, casual male who’d greeted her. In his place was the ultimate Dom, her Master, confident and in control. Moisture dripped from her pussy onto her thighs and her stomach clenched in anticipation. She stood in the usual position, head bowed, awaiting his instructions.

“Strip.” His voice was hot, the one word slicing the air like a knife through butter.

Liz blinked. Okay. Tonight he was getting right to it.

Alex watched her unbutton the embroidered vest she wore and drop it to the floor beside her. Next came the short denim skirt. No panties or bra. Just as he’d ordered.

“Leave those heels on.”

The stilettos were his favorite. Something clenched inside him as he realized she’d probably deliberately chosen them. His gaze traveled over her nakedness inch by inch, the sight of it so arousing he hoped he’d be able to keep himself in check. This woman had branded him in some way, made all other females pale by comparison. Made him constantly hungry for her.

He, Alex Wright, the Dom that other men envied for his emotional detachment. Well, there was nothing detached about the way he felt toward Elizabeth Gillibrand.

“Very good. You please me.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I want to please you a lot more, but oh, don’t ask me anything else. Don’t let this change .

Alex reached for her nipples, pinching them and rolling them until they were pebbled and swollen. Then he lifted a set of nipple clamps from the table and carefully fastened each one in place, a connecting chain swinging between them.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, dragging a fingernail across each hard bud. “Now. On the spanking bench. Immediately.”

Liz moved to the padded bench and lay on it face down, careful to place her breasts into the openings made for them. She stretched out her arms and legs and waited with an edge of burning expectancy as Alex locked fleece-lined cuffs, first around her wrists and then around her ankles. His warm palm traveled the length of her body from her neck to her ankles, slowly caressing every inch of her flesh. Gooseflesh rose in its wake, evidence of the growing need inside her.

Alex trailed his fingers through the crevice between the cheeks of her ass, the tip of one finger just tracing the puckered opening.

“I love your ass, Elizabeth. I get hot just looking at it.” He came to stand in front of her so his crotch was directly in line with her face. There was no mistaking the bulge pressing against the fabric. His cock was definitely swollen. A lot.

She licked her lips and he laughed. “You’d like my cock in your mouth, wouldn’t you? And I want the same thing. But not yet.”

He walked around her, his hand mapping the curves of her body again. She could tell when he moved away, towards the table that held the toys. Then he was back and she felt the coolness of gel against her anus, followed by the intrusion of his finger into that dark tunnel. She sucked in her breath as electricity crackled through her, straight to her nipples and pussy and jolting the blood racing in her veins.

A second finger joined the first, massaging the lube into her tissues. She bit her lip when he withdrew, needing that feeling inside her. But in another moment, the familiar pressure of the plug pushed against her opening. Push, push, push. The tissues stretched and expanded to accommodate the object. Then it was all the way inside, and another gush of fluid seeped from her pussy.

Alex trailed his hand between her thighs, finding her wetness. His laugh was totally erotic.

“Just the way I like you. Soaking wet. Ready to begin?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Please, please, please .

She was already in subspace, craving the act of discipline that would arouse her to an intense level of hunger. She didn’t have long to wait. Seconds later, she felt the familiar strips of the suede flogger travel over her skin, the backs of her thighs, her ass, even her shoulders.

“You have no idea how it excites me to see the kiss of the flogger on your flesh, Elizabeth. When have received the require number of strokes I’ll let you see just how much. But flogging first. Always. Just so we remember who’s in charge. Right?”

“Right, Sir. Yes.”

Get on with it, get on with it, get on with it .

Liz worked to hold herself still while Alex moved the flogger slowly over her again. When she felt the first satisfying lash, she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out with pleasure.

“Ten strokes,” he reminded her. “Just like always.”

Again, the leather fell, slapping the backs of her thighs, her calves, her upper back, and finally on her ass. Her skin burned with the heat of it, a heat that flashed through her entire body. Her clit was so swollen and needy, she wanted to beg for relief, but that, of course, was the point. When he reached the count of ten, she almost wanted to pleased with him to continue.

“Only ten,” he reminded her, as if reading her mind. “But we’re far from finished.” More movement, then he was back in front of her, the padded paddle in his hand. “And ten with this, my lovely sub. Are you ready?”

She nodded.

“Good. Very good.”

Thwack!

Liz jumped as the leather-covered wood landed on her thighs. Once, Twice. Then on each globe of her buttocks. Alex was always careful not to strike the plug directly but it didn’t matter. Her ass was so alive with fire she felt every inch of the toy lodged inside her.

Seven? Eight?

She had lost track, tumbling through subspace, so aroused her orgasm was already gathering deep inside her.

“Don’t come, Elizabeth,” Alex warned, knowing her body so well. “If you come without my permission you’ll have to be punished again.”

Yes. No .

She couldn’t even make up her mind what she wanted more.

“Ten.” The last stroke fell with additional force.

Then Liz felt his lips brush her burning ass, kissing the marks she knew were there. The sensations it caused were so intense she tried to lift herself up to him, but she was locked into place, stretched out. Barely able to move.