Free The Price Of Secrecy by Ravenna Tate Page B

chair with everything on it we will need. I’m
going to push the footstool even closer and have you kneel on it, with your
torso, arms, and head resting on the chair seat so your ass is in the air. Do
you understand?”
    “Yes.”
    “You
will be kneeling close to the edge of the footstool, so I want you to stay as
still as possible while in that position. I don’t want you to become
disoriented and fall. If you need a break, use your safewords. Do you
understand?”
    “Yes.”
    “Good
girl.” He pushed the footstool closer and helped her kneel where he wanted her
to, and then she listened to him move around the room. His bare feet padded against
the carpet, and his scent wafted past her nose. His hands caressed her, and
each time they did, she moaned softly.
    “Remember
what I said about orgasms, Angela. Not until I say you can. Do you understand?”
    “Yes.”
He was totally nuts if he thought she could stop it, but she would try.
Assuming she could even think by then.
    He
lifted her skirt, and then he reached around and played with her nipples
through the blouse. “This is pretty, but it’s in my way.” Before she could
react to his words, he simply tore open the fabric. She cried out at the sheer
power of the gesture as the buttons plodded softly against the carpet.
    “That’s
better.” He grasped her breasts, kneading them in his strong hands. “Now you’re
mine, bad girl. You can’t get away from me, and you have to take your
punishment. What do you have to say for yourself?”
    Say? She couldn’t even think right now.
“I’m sorry and I won’t do it again?”
    “Nice
apology, but it’s too late.”
    His
words sent chills down her spine as he let go of her breasts and moved behind
her. She tensed, waiting, but when something touched her it was only the
feather duster, grazing her ass cheeks and the backs of her legs. He lightly
teased them before caressing the same areas with his fingers, and then moved
the feather duster underneath to brush it over her nipples and pussy. Each pass
caused more goosebumps to break out on her skin.
    “I
guess you’re not ticklish,” he said.
    She
didn’t answer. Words weren’t possible right now. The anticipation was
intoxicating. When would he use the flogger, one of the paddles, or the cane,
and where? Would he strike her hard at first, or would he ease into it with
each toy?
    His
hands caressed her again, and he moved her hair aside to kiss her neck. She
made soft noises and angled toward his touch each time. Because she was never
sure where he was going next, her excitement grew to a fevered pitch. She was
still dressed, but everything was exposed to him, and that was sexier than if
she’d been naked.
    The
memory of him simply ripping open the blouse played in her mind, sending fresh
desire coursing through her as he lifted the back of the top, exposing her
skin. The falls of the flogger caressed her skin next, from her back to her
nipples. They brushed over her ass cheeks and then underneath to graze her
pussy. He passed them across the backs of her legs, and then he returned to her
ass cheeks again and repeated the process, never going in the same order twice.
It kept her guessing, and she whimpered softly.
    By
the time he began to strike her with it, she was trembling both from
anticipation and desire. The falls only stung a bit at first, but with each
pass over her body he increased the strength of his swats until her skin felt
warm and toasty. It didn’t hurt, per se, but rather gave the sensation of
having had a vigorous massage.
    She
heard the sound of a condom, and then his cock was inside her pussy from
behind, fucking her slowly. “Good girl,” he crooned. “The flogger has warmed up
your skin nicely and now the real fun will begin, but first…”
    She
groaned loudly as he reached underneath to play with her clit. He continued to
torture her with slow thrusts in and out. Another climax poised, right on the
edge, and sweat broke out along her