Sparks

Chapter 9

Nine

The flogger cascaded down upon my back in earnest, as if making sure I wouldn't commit the grave error of talking back to its owner. There was little chance of that. After the first couple of stinging blasts, my whole body went into hypersensitive mode, and the only thing I could do was pant and grit my teeth. Thud, thud, thud. He carefully aimed the swats to cover every inch of me, and the man was making sure I felt them. After a few minutes, I sank into the bench and forced myself to relax, inhaling the scent of warm leather and sweat. There was reason to be thankful that my stamina level was impressive, because I was starting to wonder how long James could wield that thing for. Thud, thud, thud. The fire inside my body began to build once more, and as soon as he concentrated his attention on my already reddened ass, I nearly blasted off into orbit. The flogger was not in the least bit fussy about what it hit. Its tails pressed each of my plugs into me and licked around my spread open sex and clit. It was in one moment excruciating agony, and in the next some of the most intense pleasure I have ever known – but it was never enough. Quite simply put, I was desperate for an orgasm. The trouble was, I would rather have died than admit that to him, so I lay there quietly and took all the punishment he could muster. The word yellow had been on my lips at least twice before he finally paused for thought.

"I hate to say this, but you're impressing me, Lois. A part of me wondered whether I'd have you in tears by now, but I can see that you're made of sterner stuff. I think it's probably time we moved on to phase three. Is there anything you want to ask me before we move right along?" So I was in no doubt as to his meaning, he dragged the tails of the flogger gently up my left inner thigh, then let them settle upon my clitoris, which was screaming for release. I squeaked.

Taking a deep breath, in and out, I managed a cool reply. "No, nothing," I said brightly, but far too quickly. It couldn't be helped.

He laughed in response. "Well played, Lois. I wouldn't have granted you your request, in any case. There'll be plenty of time for that kind of thing later." He then set about releasing my restraints. When he reached my wrists, he brushed the sodden mass of my fringe away from my forehead and put his face in front of mine. His lips seemed to move in slow motion, and when I heard his voice, it was deceptively kind and soft. "Lois, when I finish untying you, I want you to slowly slide back down the bench and crawl over to the exam table. My reasons are twofold. One, I get to watch your ass wiggle, and two, if you do decide to faint you won't have far to fall."

My face must have been a picture. It was a mixture of 'you must be fucking joking' combined with 'the exam table sounds really scary.' James clearly didn't know what to make of my expression, either.

"Are you going to prove difficult, Lois?" His face bore a serious look, but I was sure I detected a sparkle of amusement in his eyes. I wisely shook my head. He nodded in response, and the last cuff on my wrist fell towards the floor.

Free of my fetters, oddly enough my first instinct was to run. When you considered I had paid a fortune to be here, running wasn't really in my best interests, but the itch was there. Somehow I ignored it, and I slid off the bench exactly as he had instructed, but when my knees touched the floor, I decided there and then that I wasn't going to crawl. I was perfectly capable of walking the five metres, and he'd still be able to watch my ass wiggle, because I sure as hell wasn't giving him the front view. Making it to the exam table on two legs, I was rather proud of myself when I reached it without even the tiniest of stumbles. My elegance and grace were back. Finally.

"Pleased with yourself?" James's voice had turned cold, and it didn't take me long to realise I had committed a grave error. Turning my head over my shoulder to face him, it was to see two dark eyes bearing down upon me as his body ate up the floor in order to tower over me. Getting up close and personal, his face inches from mine, he said, "Beautiful little display of defiance, Lois. You have no idea how much pleasure that gives me." My stomach dropped at the almost palpable excitement in his voice. "You do realise naughty girls must be punished?" His body gently pushed mine down on to the mattress below, and I felt myself shiver. "By the time you leave this room, Lois, you will be obedient to my every whim, or so help me God, I will join a monastery on my exit. Do I make myself clear?" His eyebrows had straightened into one long line, and it was a little intimidating, but unfortunately not enough to stop my smart mouth.