His gaze had become a laser beam that seared from her face down to her very hard nipples.
“I don’t see any bad marks on those lovely breasts, Kate,” he teased her. “But I do enjoy this view.”
She sighed, frustration spinning through her that he hadn’t taken one of her aching tips into his mouth.
“Are you sure?” she asked, although she already knew the answer. “I remember a few of the lashes coming around the sides of my breasts that felt pretty intense at the time.”
Dex’s nostrils flared as if he could smell her increased arousal.
He chuckled before speaking. “You’re wicked, Kate. I normally love that in a woman, both on and off the dungeon floor, but we need to concentrate on your bruises right now.”
Kate bit back her impatience. She’d finally found a Dom she really wanted in her bed on the first night they met, and he was being honorable about it. Later she might appreciate the respect he was showing her. At least she would if she weren’t still horny and dying to have him inside her.
She needed to be careful. Right now, Dex seemed too good to be true, and she had always taken the stance that anything that seemed that way usually was.
He leaned closer to glance at some of the more prominent bruises on her mons and the front of her hip. He looked like he was going to reach out and trace them with his finger, and a flash of disappointment bit at her when he straightened instead. “Those don’t look bad. They should be gone in a few days.”
She swallowed and closed her eyes tight, sad that the marks would be gone soon.
Hoping to prod him into touching her as she wanted, but still feeling her way around this “outside The Dungeon” dynamic with her new Dom, she quickly dropped the robe. Cooler air hit her sensitized sin, and gooseflesh marched over her as she watched Master Dex’s expression.
Even though she had held open her robe for him to inspect his handiwork, when his eyes dilated and he took a deep breath, a hot thrill zinged through her.
“You’re stunning.” His sexy smile sent the telltale heat searing into her cheeks. “I brought something specially made to ease discomfort and speed healing from impact play.” He held it up for her to see, and she wondered why she hadn’t noticed him carrying it before.
Because you were too busy drooling over him, her inner voice accused.
Oblivious to her internal dialogue, Dex captured her with his focused gaze. “I don’t want to ruin your bedspread. This stuff is great, but it can stain lighter fabrics. Why don’t you pull that down so it’s out of the way?”
Kate tried her best to stay cool and not look as impatient as she felt. She had no problem pulling down the comforter. As he pointed out, it would keep her cream-colored comforter from getting ruined, but the thought of him massaging her while she lay naked on her bed made her pulse jump and tight arousal pool in her belly.
She folded back the comforter and then folded it again until she could easily take it off the bed and drape it across her recliner.
She glanced up into Master Dex’s handsome face before she crawled onto the bed and lay on her stomach, her right cheek against her pillow so she could still see him.
He immediately moved closer to the bed and leaned over her, silently inspecting her back, ass, and thighs for a minute or so. The first light touch against her skin startled her, making her jerk.
“Is that painful?” he asked, the deep vibration of his voice sending sparks of need through her belly…and lower.
“No,” she answered truthfully. “That last one you touched is slightly tender, which is about where they usually are at this stage. The ones at the base of my nape and on my right shoulder blade are the only really bad ones.”
“Hmm,” was Dex’s only response as he gently touched the spots she’d mentioned.
They were painful to the touch, and unlike the others, they continued to hurt even when they weren’t being touched in any way.
“Those two spots are right over bones, so that’s most likely why they took more abuse than everywhere else. Have you ever had this happen before?”
She tried to shake her head, but realized it would be difficult with her cheek against the pillow. “The last time I had a good flogging, the Dom kept the lashes much lower, only coming up to my waist.”
He gently traced the spot on her shoulder blade and she winced. “What about the other times you were flogged? None of those caused this reaction?”
“No, but they all used only the thicker type of tails. Probably why I enjoyed yours more. I really liked the thinner ones. No one had ever used a combination flogger on me before, or a purely sting-type flogger. I loved both of those. And most of them concentrated on my lower back and ass.”