Free Roses and Chains by Delphine Dryden Page B

all alone in the world. Take me home like a lost puppy.
    Delia’s hand was on her cheek now, smoothing hair back from her face. She let her
    fingertips rest over Mara’s temple, just above her ear.
    Whack.
    Mara felt a press on her cheekbone. Lips, rose-petal soft. She knew they were pink,
    even when the lip gloss had worn off them. She had noticed.
    “Delia. Don’t get mouthy either. Yet.” His voice was soft too. It sounded warm and
    candlelit.
    “Yes, Master.”
    Whack.
    This , Mara thought. This, yes .
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    Delphine Dryden
    Chapter Ten

    There was a tempo to it, Daniel had realized. A way to pace things, to keep it all in hand. The pain, the rest, the repositioning. The natural end to one whip’s usefulness and the logical time to pick up a different toy. He was better organized tonight, and determined not to accidentally deviate from his planned scene. He was still a little aggrieved that he’d forgotten all about the promising glass dildo, left unused last night in its pitcher of ice.
    Mara’s ass and upper thighs were rosy, glowing from the flogger but not so red he
    needed to stop yet. She was in subspace, and she was probably able to take a little more pain now. Give that freshly whipped skin a few moments to recover, he knew, and it
    would be sensitive beyond belief.
    The cane was slender, some translucent fiber rather than bamboo, and slightly
    whippy. He tested it on his palm awhile, figuring out how it would fly in the air,
    realizing he would not need to use his wrist as much. Just a short, almost choppy, flat stroke.
    It sounded thuddier than he’d expected. Mara’s reaction, a shocked gasp, was very
    gratifying. He gave her a few seconds, to let her decide whether to continue.
    More questions. He liked the apparent truth-serum effect of the whips. She had
    opened up a little online, while they were playing, but he wanted to know more. Delia had wanted to know more too. And asking her random things seemed to keep her from
    getting too trancy. Maybe it would let things draw out a little longer.
    But after a few more questions and strokes of the cane, he was having trouble
    thinking up things to ask her. There was so much eye candy in the room he was really just proud of himself for not actively drooling. And Mara, he could tell all too plainly, was already so aroused. Her pert, rounded little ass was moving in tiny circles between 68
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    strokes, as she tried to rub against the nap of the time-softened leather bench. And her mouth kept making a little O shape that drove him insane with lust.
    Not that it was any better to look at Delia. Sweet merciful heavens, she looked like a kinky angel in that outfit. Or a porno bride. And the look on her face, sweet and
    curious, as she bent down to kiss Mara…
    He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to fuck them, or just rub them both all over his
    body in some way, or what.
    Mara’s ass was turning to red-on-pink stripes, and her lollipop lips were getting dry from panting. Time to move on, maybe.
    “You still with me, Mara?”
    “Yes, Master Daniel.” She didn’t sound all that with it, but at least she was
    coherent.
    He put the cane down and rounded the bench, running a hand over her hip before
    curling his fingers down the cleft of her ass, trailing them across heated skin until they reached her cunt.
    Then he had to have another stern Dom talk with himself to keep from tearing his
    pants off and burying himself inside her right then. Because she was soft, and smoothly hairless, and hotter than hell and wet, so wet and ready. He couldn’t resist pushing a finger inside her, then two, rocking them back and forth.
    The next voice in his head was the one reminding him that he was standing with his
    fingers buried in a woman’s pussy, a woman who was not his wife, and his wife was
    standing right there in the white porno wedding outfit, and what the hell was he
    thinking?
    Delia was smiling. Her dreamy, turned-on smile. Watching his hand as if