Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
He glanced at his watch to assess how much time he had. Mark had asked him if he’d join him and Jaime, his partner, for a scene later in the evening. Mark had come a long way since joining The Enclave the year before. He’d been something of an emotional wreck when he’d first arrived, still licking his wounds from the death of his rock band partner and the demise of the group.
To his credit, he’d thrown himself into the program, and his training as a Master had gone well. When Jaime had shown up a few months later, Mark had fallen fast and hard, though it had taken him a while to admit it.
Mason glanced over at the pair, who were still engaged in a scene at one of the spanking benches. From the look of things, he figured he had some time before they wanted him to join in. And, given Hannah’s lack of experience, he assumed her first scene would be brief, the need for aftercare minimal.
While Mason would have preferred to be the one to give Hannah her virgin flogging, he made no protest when Anthony said he would assume that role. If things were going well, he might hand off the flogger to Mason.
Not that it was any hardship to scene with Lucia. Barely five feet and probably ninety pounds at best, Lucia was one of the strongest, bravest submissives Mason had ever met. She was also one of the only people he’d had in his kitchens who wasn’t cowed by him as chef. Though always courteous and respectful, Lucia could definitely hold her own.
The men took their places behind the bound women. Gripping a handful of Lucia’s silky hair, Mason yanked her head back and leaned over to murmur, “Are you ready to suffer for me, girl?”
“Yes, please, Sir,” she replied softly.
Letting her go, he took a step back, readying his whipping arm. As he let the lash snap against her flesh with a satisfying crack, he stole a glance at the BDSM virgin. She startled at the crack of his whip, gasping as if she were the one on the receiving end. Her hands clenched into fists above her wrist cuffs. Mason wished he could see her face.
Aware he was neglecting his charge, he returned his focus to Lucia. He snapped the whip several times over her ass and thighs, leaving dark red lines on her coppery skin. Lucia’s head fell back, her face a study in masochistic bliss.
When next Mason stole a glance at the pair beside him, he noted with approval that Hannah’s ample bottom was reddening nicely. She seemed to be handling the flogging well as the leather rained over her flesh. Unlike silent, stoic Lucia, Hannah was panting, the sound decidedly sexual to Mason’s ears. His cock stiffened at both the sight and sound. He had never favored gags for precisely that reason—he liked to hear them scream…
Suddenly eager for a turn, Mason caught Anthony’s eye. He lifted his brows in question as he gestured with his chin toward Hannah.
Anthony agreed with a nod, and they exchanged impact toys as they shifted positions. Mason took his place behind Hannah, his cock stiffening with anticipation as he pulled back his arm.
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Hannah had the strangest sensation of both standing there, feeling the slap of the flogger against her skin, and of hovering just above, watching the action. She was beyond proud of herself. Here she was, naked, bound and submitting to an actual flogging at the hands of an accomplished Dom. Not only was she enduring it, she was loving it.
She adored the thuddy sting of the flogger, just as she’d known she would. As Anthony slowly ratcheted the intensity level, the leather began to sting more. She tried to keep her feet flat and not twist away from the leather.
It’s a good pain, she reminded herself. It was the erotic pain she’d always craved. Her entire being thrummed with lust, intertwined with a dark, delicious erotic helplessness. The intensity of her experience was heightened by her nudity and bondage.
After a moment, she realized the flogging had stopped. Was it over already? She certainly hoped not. She was just getting into her groove.
There was some movement behind her and she very nearly twisted back to see. But, mindful of Anthony’s admonition not to turn her head, she remained dutifully in position.
The flogging resumed suddenly, with far more intensity than before. Unable to stop herself, she yelped as the stinging tips of the flogger snapped against the backs of her thighs. Before she could catch her breath, the flogger crashed against her ass, the force of the blow causing her to take an involuntary step forward. She would have stumbled but for the cuffs holding her in place. Sweat broke out on her upper lip and beneath her arms. She couldn’t quite manage to fill her lungs.