Free Playing for Keeps by Glenda Horsfall Page B

properly; how to strike her only fleetingly in order that she felt a short, sharp stroke which would warm her behind but not cause any lasting damage. If she was as submissive as he thought, then it would also warm her pussy and have her creaming up nicely, ready for him again.
    He was apprehensive about using the flogger, as he didn’t know how she was going to react. Before he chickened out and changed his mind, he brought the flogger down swiftly on her left cheek.
    She gasped and he watched, in the mirror opposite, as she bit her lip to keep from crying out. She would have known he hadn’t used his hand, and that she would feel the sting of the leather flogger. Was she wondering what was coming next?
    “Count, kitten.”
    “One Master.” she gasped.
    He brought the flogger down again on her other cheek.
    “Two Master.” She panted.
    Again.
    “Three Master.”
    Her backside was red and the thin strips of leather had left thin raised welts on her skin. He paused in his flogging and rubbed his hands over her backside, kneading and caressing the cheeks outwards, almost as if he was trying to rub the marks out. His thumbs worked lower and caressed between her labia, up and inside her moist folds, which were warm and pulsing; she was soaking wet. There was no doubt in his mind now; she had a submissive personality.
    He administered the fourth stroke quickly wanting it done and over with. He knew that as her Dom, he had to punish her, but nothing in the rulebook said he had to like it.
    “Four, Master,” her voice trembled. He walked around to stand in front of Cassie; her blindfold was soaked with tears. His hands stroked her hair back from her face; he leant down and kissed her gently, “So brave little one, so good,” he told her, “it will soon be over. Last stroke coming up.”
    He watched as she tensed, waiting for it. He rubbed her backside, slipping his fingers down and around her clit at the same time. He couldn’t believe she was being turned on when her backside must be hurting so much. He wanted to forget the last stroke, and just fuck her! He was surprised she wasn’t screaming at him.
    On the last stroke, he had brought the flogger down swiftly between the cheeks of her ass and flicked her mound. According to Dean, the sharp sting to her most sensitive area would heighten her pleasure. He only hoped Dean was correct; otherwise, he was going to be in a whole lot of trouble.
    “Count!”
    “Five, Master,” she bit out through gritted teeth.
    Matt threw the flogger aside, overcome with the need to comfort her now that the punishment was over. He leaned over her from behind, the silk of his pants and his erection rubbing up against her bright red ass. Her backside radiated heat and he felt guilty. He calmed her with strong, slow caresses that travelled up her spine, around her neck and shoulders. He massaged her gently, calmed her tears.
    “Punishment over for tonight sweetheart,” he told her. “Only pleasure from now on in.” He returned to stroking her ass cheeks, blowing gently as if trying to cool them. This had the opposite effect; he knew his cool breath would make her cheeks feel hotter. He hoped that her cunt would be throbbing with need and her clit aching for his touch.
    “Touch me …. Please, Master, touch me,” she begged.
    He had told her not to talk, but how could he resist when she begged so nicely?
    “Tell me what you need.”
    “I need you to touch me.” She was almost incoherent with need, her words low and husky.
    “You will have to be more specific.”
    Christ, he was being a bastard. She would likely want to kill him when she got free.
    “Please,” she paused, took a deep breath. “I want you to stroke my clit; I want your fingers in me. I want you to fuck me hard. Is that specific enough for you Master?” she bit out clearly annoyed with him now.
    He had to bite his cheek to keep from laughing. Wow, was she worked up.
    “How can I refuse when you ask so nicely?”