“I did, too. She’d order me to go two weeks without coming and then the week after she’d make me come as much as humanly possible. Zero to sixty. I’m not kidding there. I went from having zero orgasms in two weeks to having sixty orgasms in two weeks.
“I just tried to do the math on that to see how many orgasms a day that was and both my brain and my vagina started hurting.”
“Comes to four-point-two-eight orgasms a day.”
“How do you have point-two-eight orgasms?” Nora furrowed her brow at him.
“Very carefully...”
Nora stopped her flogging long enough to laugh.
“Don’t do that,” she warned Lance. “I’m going for light CBT here. You make me laugh, and it’s going to fuck up my aim.”
She took a quick breath before striking at the base of penis. Lance flinched but didn’t cry out or safe out. Clearly his professor/Dominatrix had introduced him to cock-and-ball torture as well as orgasm denial back in their days together.
“Good?” she asked.
“Hurts like hell. Love it.”
“Men get a little jumpy when you get your floggers near their cocks. Of course, I have a few clients who can’t even get it up until you beat their junk into the ground.”
“That might be a hard limit for me. But as long as you go easy, the flogging actually helps with the arousal. Nothing like a little cock-flogging to get the blood to all the right places.”
The blood was certainly pooling in all the right places. Lance was rock hard and Nora had to remind herself she’d promised him a good beating before the sex. Next time she’d fuck first and give beatings later.
Nora peppered Lance’s erection with a few more lashes of her flogger. Just enough to get him panting and wincing. One final blow sent him breathing through his clenched teeth.
“That hurt?” she asked.
“Oh, hell, yes.”
“You’re welcome.”
Nora tossed the flogger to the floor and without giving Lance any warning, she brought her mouth down onto him. He gasped and Nora almost laughed again, would have laughed except she had her mouth full at the moment.
“Oh, my fucking God...” he breathed as Nora licked him from base to tip before grinning up at him.
“That’s the spirit. Oh, and don’t you dare come, by the way. I won’t make you wait two weeks, but you don’t get any more orgasms until I’ve had two. At least two.”
“I’m good, I promise. You could suck me off for an hour and I wouldn’t come.”
“I’m not going to suck you off for an hour.”
“You can’t blame me for trying.”
“Nope, but I can punish you.” Nora got out her cane and flicked Lance hard with it right on his hipbone. He grunted in pain.
“Ouch,” he said after taking a deep breath. “Fucking ouch.”
“Say ‘ouch’ again. You know that’s my favorite word...” Nora flicked him in the same spot and Lance’s hips scooted two inches over on the bed. He could scoot but he couldn’t hide.
Again and again she struck him along the thin sensitive skin of his hips and inner thighs. She had to give the man credit. He took the pain like a pro and never once begged for mercy.
“I’m loving these bright red marks all over your hips,” Nora said, admiring her own handiwork. “I’ve seen tabby cats with fewer markings.”
“Nice symmetry.” Lance raised his head and looked at the red stripes that decorated him from knees to chest. “I like the V-patterns.”
“One of my trademarks. Some Mistresses just go for the kill—brute force is their game. I like a little finesse, a little artistry.”
“A little fucking?” Lance prompted.
“Oh, if you insist.”
“Only if you think I’ve earned it, Mistress.”
Nora leaned over him again and brought her mouth to his.
“I think you’ve earned it.”
She let her lips hover an inch over his, high enough that he had to raise his head to kiss her. She pulled back another inch and he raised his head another inch.
Once more she pulled back this time out of reach.
“Please, Mistress...” All the playfulness, the teasing had gone out of Lance’s voice. She heard only desire.
“Please what?”
She expected him to say Please kiss me or Please fuck me. Either wish would have been immediately granted.
Instead, in a voice low and hungry he whispered, “Please make love to me.”
Nora didn’t have a snappy comeback for that. She had no words at all. All she could do was look at him, at this man beneath her who’d put himself into her hands, had given her his body to be used any way she desired. The submissive existed to offer himself at the feet of the Domme. So why did she suddenly feel so humbled?
Closing her eyes, she kissed him again, kissed him with renewed passion, renewed determination to make all his deepest fantasies come true.
She kissed her way down his body, pausing for a few minutes to tease his cock with her tongue again, before making her way to his ankles. She unstrapped him from the spreader bar so he could have all the traction he needed. Her hands roamed all over him, taking in every inch of his warm, hard body. She didn’t know why she couldn’t stop touching him. Something in the back of her mind told her to enjoy him while she could. That made no sense, however. She had him tied down to her bed. Where could he possibly go?