Free Everything He Wants by Erin Lark Page B

the longer he kept them on, the less they hurt. That all changed, however, when something snapped behind me.
    It's the flogger, Kira. But I hadn't felt anything.
    Snap .
    The flogger hit against skin. I flinched away from the noise, but the pain I felt came from the clamps instead.
    Jake reached around me and set his jaw on my shoulder. "Breathe for me, Kira."
    I inhaled. He removed one of the clamps, and it took everything I had not to cry out. Holy hell, the damn things hurt more when he took them off than when he'd put them on.
    "One more," Jake murmured, reaching for the other one.
    Fuck. I'd forgotten there were two of them. The second one came off, and my eyes started to water.
    "Don't touch," I begged, hoping he wouldn't reach around and pinch both nipples between his fingertips. "Please, Master. Don't."
    He kissed the side of my neck. "Too much?"
    I sighed around my relief when he backed away. "Almost, Master."
    "Why didn't you use a safe word?"
    "Because, I...I didn't know it would hurt that much."
    He didn't correct me when I forgot to address him properly. Blinking away the tears, I took a breath. Then another. All the while, Jake stood behind me, patiently waiting for...who-the-hell knew what. I was thankful, though. And in a few short moments, the pain started to subside.
    "Doing okay?" Jake asked, probably having noticed my muscles relaxing as the pain started to fade.
    "Yes, Master."
    I flinched much like before when the flogger snapped behind me, only this time, I felt it. There, but not there all at once. The noise it made sounded a lot worse than it actually was. In fact, if I didn't know any better, I would've sworn Jake had kissed my shoulder. That's how gentle it was.
    The flogger came down again on my other shoulder, cracking against my skin. The bit from the tails was harder this time. more noticeable.
    Alternating between shoulders, Jake picked up the pace as well as the flogger's intensity. Six leather tails struck the middle of my back, away from the spine.
    I couldn't decide what to focus on more, the terrifying noise or the rhythmic waltz the tails were doing across my back.
    Left.
    Right.
    Left.
    Right.
    Hard. Harder.
    Faster.
    He never hit the same spot twice in a row, probably giving my skin a chance to cool before warming it up again. By now, my back was on fire, but so was my mind. My clit. My entire body was engulfed by the back and forth of the flogger.
    Still lost in the rhythm, I swayed to one side. Jake had already stopped.
    He placed a hand on my back, and before I could even register his touch, he pressed a finger to my clit. I whimpered.
    My head fell back, but I didn't open my eyes. I couldn't open them even if I tried. Still aware of the fire on my back, it couldn't compare to the icy sensation on my clit. Jake took his time, brushing my hair out of my face as his finger circled my clit.
    I thrust forward, moaning when a single finger parted my pussy lips.
    Jake smiled against my ear. "You're fucking soaked. If I'd known...Jesus, Kira...if I'd..." he trailed off, but in the next instant, he pressed his erect cock against my hip. "Feel that?"
    I nodded and bit my lip.
    "That's all you, baby. God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this to you."
    Struggling past my haze, I said, "What kept you, Master?"
    "Professionalism. I couldn’t just kidnap you and bring you here. It would've given you the wrong idea." He groaned. Thrust against me. "But I do like seeing you tied up. And it seems to me, you like it as well."
    He trailed a finger between my pussy lips, nipping behind my ear as I tried to keep myself together. It's a good thing you have those cuffs on. There was no way I could stand on my own. Not with his finger on my clit.
    "Fuck," I exhaled when he inserted a finger.
    "Mm, this is a good look on you," Jake murmured, adding a second finger to the first before hooking them against my G-spot. "The way you are now, I could do whatever I want, and there isn't a damn thing