Declan lifted the flogger, and moving his wrist in a small circle, he brought the mop down on the fleshiest part of her ass with a thud. He locked his gaze on her body to catch any reaction. Charlotte froze in place. He dragged the device over the spot he’d just mildly assaulted and observed her muscles release the tension they were holding.

Good girl.

He wanted to tell her aloud how proud he was of her, but Declan wanted her to remain focused solely on the flogger. There’d be plenty of time afterward for praise.

Declan lifted the device for another swing and watched intently. The flogger was too heavy to sting, but this was her first flogging and she got so easily startled. Her panicky brain could easily convince her that his actions amounted to an assault. He needed to take it slow until she relaxed more.

The second swing was better. She tensed for a moment but then relaxed on her own. He caressed her with the mop anyway. He needed her to know that she was doing exactly what he wanted. The following two strokes showed progressive improvement. Her breathing began to normalize, and she hardly tensed at all when the strands left her body the second before the strike. Declan started a slow, steady rhythm of swings. Each blow landed adjacent to the previous blow. One heavy thud after the next with only a brief moment of silence between. He found himself falling into a hypnotic trance. Charlotte’s breathing turned so heavy at one point; it was as though she fell asleep.

After covering most of her back and thighs, Declan decided it was time to increase the intensity to warming strokes on her buttocks. He swung the flogger in a larger circle, using more of his bicep to force it around and onto her ass. The thud was only slightly louder, but the force increased, causing Charlotte’s skin to ripple as the impact traveled along the underlying tissue. Charlotte’s breathing grew shallow momentarily, then resumed the deeper rhythm. He repeated the same stroke. Again. Again. Again.

Declan lifted the flogger to gauge how warm the area was becoming. She was already a deep scarlet.

Don’t you just love fair skin? It reddens so easily.

He resisted running his palm over the warmth. He knew if he did, he would chuck the flogger and get on with fucking her. Neither one of them was ready for that yet. Instead, Declan concentrated on the other side and warmed it to the same beautiful red.

With the entire area warmed, the real flogging could begin. He spread his stance to shoulder-width and angled his body to hers, he checked the distance for a full swing. There wasn’t much science to flogging. It was much simpler than wielding a single tail whip, but still it took some bit of finesse. His wrist needed to remain stable so the ends of the flogger didn’t snap her opposite thigh. Lack of control would cause Charlotte a nasty sting and ugly red marks that looked too much like tiny blooms of acne for Declan’s liking. No, the redness needed to bloom from her beautiful canvas carefully. Flogging was an art.

Summoning the full strength of his shoulder and back muscles, Declan rounded his arm, landing the heavy tendrils hard across the center of Charlotte’s ass. Groaning, she tightened her butt cheeks for a moment. God, how adorable.

Another round swing and a heavy thud on the same spot elicited a similar response. Declan paused to check her breathing. It was shallower. He was certain she could feel the pain. He’d instructed her to tell him when she thought she was getting close to her limit. So far, not a peep. Declan checked his position for another swing. He had to consciously make himself do it. Sometimes when things seemed effortless to him, he had a tendency to fuck them up. He couldn’t afford to fuck this up. Not if he wanted Charlotte to do this again. It was something he not only wanted, but needed from Charlotte. It centered him in a way that nothing else could.

The mild whirring sound of the tendrils moved through the air. Charlotte groaned when they landed on her ass. Her hands tightened to fists in their bindings.

“Master …”

Declan paused listening. He knew Charlotte wouldn’t want to admit to nearing her limit so soon. “Two more, my Charlotte.”

Declan delivered another wicked swing, just as hard, if not harder than the previous one. He expected Charlotte to protest, but she didn’t. She took it well, allowing the tears to be the only evidence of her discomfort.

Declan had a difficult time gearing up for the last swing. His cock painfully strained against the zipper of his pants in anticipation of finally getting what it wanted. He delivered the final blow with almost as much intensity as the previous ones. He sucked in a deep breath, making himself meticulously smooth the flogger over the arm of the chair despite every bone in his body urging him to toss it.

Declan unfastened his pants. The zipper fell by itself as his rigid cock nudged its way through the opening. He shoved the pants to his thighs and approached the bed until his purple, bulbous head was seeking out her heat. Charlotte was wetter than before. The moans he heard during the warm up must have been from her arousal rather than the licks of his flogger.

It didn’t take much to slip past her slick entrance. He glided inside her until his pelvis was resting against her beautifully reddened ass. He placed both palms on Charlotte’s tender ass cheeks and she hissed in pain. This was where the real fun began for him. Something a simple as a gentle squeeze sent a fresh wave of pain to her brain, releasing more endorphins.. Sweat and gooseflesh adorned her body.

He took a couple of gentle thrusts to remind her that he was there. She was usually so responsive, clenching his cock, but right now Charlotte focused on the pain in her head. He should have known she would as introspective as she was. Declan reached up and took a fistful of her hair in his left hand as he twisted her face to the side. He delivered a hard thrust, bottoming out deep inside her channel. A mild fluttering around his length rewarded him immediately.

“That’s my greedy little one.”

He held her face with his left hand, squeezing her tender butt cheek in his right hand, and thrusting his hips into her again. The fluttering intensified with a throbbing rhythm.

“Fuck, yeah. That’s what I like. Milk my cock, baby,” Declan growled.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. He swung his hips in a solid rhythm, thrusting his cock with everything he had as he kept a firm hold on her hair. Charlotte cried out, yelping and screaming a litany of nonsense as her climax shattered free around his exploding cock.

He released her hair, massaging her prickling scalp before he even realized he was doing it. Declan rested his weight on his forearm between her shoulder blades, feeling relief and regret at the same time. Relief from the unquenchable fire of lust, yet regret that it was over so soon.

Charlotte’s orgasm as a result of the flogging was intense and she panted almost as heavily as he did.

I love this woman. More than life itself.

Declan needed to release her from her bindings immediately. It was as though it was an emergency. He focused all his energy on it. He wanted to see Charlotte’s face. He needed to feel her tender, warm lips on his and her arms reaching around his neck. He wanted her soft breasts pressing against his chest.

He wanted to hold this precious gift in his arms and let her know how much her submission meant to him. How much she meant to him.

Chapter Thirteen

“How I love hurting you, Charlotte.”

His words had hissed past his lips, infecting her like a toxin. Immediately her mind had begun reeling. She had become overwhelmed with emotion when he had told her his decision.