Bound to Submit - Page 19

He’d dreamt of her? His words, being bound again after all this time, her arousal, all of it nearly made her dizzy.

And then he reached between her legs and unsnapped the closure of her bodysuit.

The contact of his fingers against her pussy and the too-quick brush of his touch against her clit made her moan and flinch forward.

Master Griffin caught and steadied her. “Be still, little one. And let me do what I will.”

She nodded, her brain and body still reeling. A light sheen of sweat broke out across her skin as anticipation flooded through her.

And then he left her. Her ears tuned into the movements he made from somewhere behind her, causing all that anticipation to ramp up even more until her lungs were working faster. The lights went down some and, combined with the music, the soft, golden dimness created an atmosphere that felt both sensual and risky, sexy and dangerous. And what he returned with made her inhale a fast breath.

A flogger. The kind with the delicious wide leather tails. He held the black-leather implement in both hands, the thick braided handle in his right, and the gathered tails in his left. He slapped the tails against his palm as he spoke. “Are you ready for some endorphins, Kenna?”

God, yes. This was it. The bondage was all about the build-up and the giving over of control, and in and of itself provided a heady experience. But what came after was what took the bondage to the next level. To the place where she might be able to soar. “Yes, Master Griffin.”

He disappeared behind her and lifted her hood atop her head, moving the fabric and her hair of his way.

And then...nothing happened. Long moments passed until she was on the verge of calling out to him or trying to turn her head. But she held firm, wanting to please him and knowing he was doing this on purpose. And, damnit, it was working, because Kenna was a mass of nerves and lust and need.

Swoosh.

The leather hit home on her upper back. Finally, finally. One side, then the other. It was a sensation that was both massaging and stinging. Over and over and over again. Despite the thin protection of the suit, her skin warmed. And the warmer it got, the faster her pulse raced and the more her body responded—with arousal, with a pain that read as pleasurable, and with those freeing endorphins.

She moaned and gave herself over to every bit of it as he moved from her upper back to her ass. And here she could feel the direct impact, because Master Griffin lifted the loose fabric of her suit to fully expose her skin. The leather warmed her there, too, her body nearly singing with the overload of sensations.

“Are you wet for me, Kenna?” Master Griffin asked over the fall of the tails against her ass.

“Yes, Sir,” she rasped.

“Do you want to come for me?”

The question made her clit absolutely throb. “Please.”

“No. Do not come.” He worked the tails down the back of her right thigh, then finally her left.

“Oh, God, please,” she gasped, because intense, uncontrollable need was gathering low in her belly and creating a tingling pressure between her legs that she could barely stand.

“Beg me.” The tails came down on her ass again.

The sensation of floating was so close. So damn close.

“Please, Master. Oh, God, please, please may I come?” Her muscles tightened as her orgasm barreled down.

Something hit the floor, and then Griffin’s body was tight against her back and his arm wrapped around her hips. “Come,” he growled as his fingers dipped between the slick lips of her pussy and circled her hips.

“Come now.”

Kenna cried out so loud it was nearly a scream. Her whole body went rigid and her lungs froze up, and then she was exploding, all the pieces of herself flying outward and drifting away. Far, far away...

“Fuck, yeah,” Griffin bit out against her ear. “I’ve got you.”

And she trusted in that. She had to. Because Kenna wasn’t fully there. She was completely, blissfully, irrevocably somewhere else.

***

Griffin caught Kenna’s limp body in his arms and cradled her against his chest as the orgasm ripped through her and left her out of it. It’d taken maybe ten minutes to secure the simple rope work he’d done, and he’d flogged her for a good twenty minutes, which had always been key to making her endorphins flow, but he’d still never seen her tumble so far into subspace after so little stimulation. Which left him with all kinds of questions.

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