The Favor (30 page)
A shiver ran down my spine at the huskiness of his tone. The moment it hit the tightening in my stomach, it flared and spread out under my skin like static electricity. He was right. I wanted this. I wanted him. I felt it down to my very soul, which was already singing his name in worship.
He trailed a finger down my arm and my skin pebbled in its wake, the hairs on the back of my neck standing to attention and begging for more.
“What shall we try today, my love?” he asked, his hands on his knees as he pushed to his feet. “I'm actually kind of partial to the flogging post. It has a wonderful hinge in the middle so I can bend you and take you from behind.”
My eyes drifted closed, my smile small but showing my willingness to comply. I longed for the touch of the tails over my starved flesh, the heat of it as the lashings became more brutal.
“On your feet, Kit. I have one last gift before we get started.”
With every ounce of grace and elegance I possessed, I rose to my feet, my hands sliding behind me as my head bowed. When he stood in front of me again, he held out his hand, my own finding its way into it with the subtle request.
With steady hands, he fastened a deep red and black leather cuff around my wrist, the insides of it softer than satin against my skin. He secured it with a small padlock and turned it slowly to reveal a D ring and a small brand in the leather. JCM. His initials.
Overcome with emotion, I fought against my instincts to run my fingers over the three little letters, but fighting the welling of my eyes was futile. This small gesture spoke volumes. I was his. I belonged to him. Whether I wore these cuffs or not, I knew to my very core it was fact, but this small confirmation of ownership moved me.
“Do you like them?” he asked, releasing my first wrist and accepting the other. “I have some matching ankle cuffs.”
“I love them,” I whispered quietly, unable to move my eyes from where his fingers fastened it closed and clicked the lock into place. He checked the fit and stepped back to admire them on me, the pads of his fingers running over the edges adoringly.
“You look perfect.”
I felt the flush rise to my cheeks as the weight of them settled against my skin. They felt right, like they belonged there.
I was almost in a daze as he led me to the flogging post. My feet moved without command, my body under his control as he settled me into place and ran his palms from my shoulders to my hands before raising them above me. I pushed up on to my toes as the cuffs bore my weight, the snap of the short chain holding them in place above me.
A small tug on my wrists sent a thrill through me. I was locked in place and entirely a slave to his will. My trust blossomed inside of me like wildfire through water-starved undergrowth. The flames were fanned with every caress of his hands down my arms to my shoulders, raging white-hot as he moved over my back to warm the skin.
When his lips brushed over my shoulder, I was almost undone by his touch alone. It had been so long that I felt like I’d been wandering in the desert and he was my water.
“Are you keeping the same safe word?” he asked, his breath heating my flesh.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” The words send a shiver down my spine. Stepping away his palm landed hard against my ass with no warning. The flash of heat worked deep under my skin, leaving a tingling burn lingering as my forehead met my arm. I had a feeling there would be a lot of begging involved. He was going to want to see the pain on my flesh and feed off my tears before he took me. It had been just as long for him.
This first time after our reunion was going to be a baptism of fire. Not only because it had been so long, but also because I belonged to him. There was always that underlying reminder that someone else owned me when we'd been together before, but all of the barriers had now been lifted. It was just him and me and this long awaited moment between us.
I was so lost in the ache of my flesh and the intrinsic knowledge I was his that the gentle tickle of the flogger’s tail on my shoulders made me jump. He paused, reading my reaction, his free hand dusting over the surface of my back to my ass. He didn't need to ask if I was okay or whether I was ready. He dipped his fingers between my legs and penetrated me, feeling my readiness for him from my body's natural response.
“I'm going to fuck you hard when I'm finished with you,” he whispered, a quiet chuckle sounding in the silence as my body clenched around his fingers. “No need to ask if that's what you want. Your body just answered for you.”
He trailed the flogger over my skin from one shoulder to the other, the sensation of a thousand fingers cavorting between my shoulder blades. I whimpered when he retrieved his fingers from inside me and the heat of his body disappeared as he stepped back to ready himself.
It felt like an eternity before the lashes playfully skipped over my back, the dusting gentle, as my skin warmed to their touch. The tails moved up and down over the curves of my ass, teasing me with gentle strokes while promising me the liberation of pain in the very near future.
“I like the sound you make when you want more, Kit. Do you even realize you're doing it?”
Sound? I hadn't been aware of making any– The sudden slap of the lashes over the stinging skin, where his hand had left an imprint, made my breath whistle out of me. I could never predict what was coming next when he was in the zone like he was. I didn't want to. Not knowing when a soft brush or hard strike was coming kept my breaths falling fast, forcing my body to relax and take whatever he deemed I deserved.
No two strikes were the same.
The next set came hard over my shoulders, his technique almost flawless as it called to the fire flaring under the surface of my skin. The flogger moved fluidly and elegantly down my back, tickling the base of my spine before a razor bite of leather came down on my left ass cheek.
Over and over again, the swift motion of the leather worked my skin. The pain grew slowly but so intensely that my breath gradually left me. When all I could feel was raw heat on my flesh, he stopped, almost as suddenly as he'd started, and pushed his body up against me, keeping the embers ignited.
A small cry fell from my lips as the rough material of his jeans brushed against the tenderness of my ass. The rocking of his hips told me he was as turned on as I was.
“You don't know how hard it is for me not to fuck you when you make sounds like that.”
“I'm sorry, Sir,” I whimpered, my sweaty forehead lying against my arm.
“Don't be. I want every sound you have to offer. I want to know when I'm under your skin... when I'm the only thing that's in your head.”
Without announcement, his fingers pushed into me, the three digits pumping roughly and spreading me wide. The pleasure was immediate, consuming the pain even as his free hand rubbed over the tender flesh of my ass and his rough stubble ran over my shoulders. I bit back the tears that threatened to well in my eyes as I clenched around him, unwilling to be done with the pain. I'd been craving this silence in my head for weeks and he knew it. He wasn't pulling his punches, and I knew the next set would leave me feeling flayed alive.
Jared wasn't going to let me get there easily. His fingers withdrew and pinched my clit with ferocity, until my body bowed and a cry left my lips.
Then there was nothingness as he released me and stepped back, my body's contradictions screaming in my head until the flogger came down with a whole new intensity. The lashes skittered over my skin, pulling the pain back to the surface. Up, down, left, right… I couldn't tell anymore. All I could feel was fire and it devoured me until all there was in my world were torment and Jared.
Tears welled and fell in slow streams, mingling with the sweat and heat of my cheeks. I couldn't remember what pleasure felt like anymore, and I didn't care. The absolute silence took over everything until I was numb.
I didn't remember him stopping. I just felt the blazing heat of his body and the gentle touch of his hand as he turned my head, his thumbs brushing my tears aside. I felt my body move, the pain in my wrists disappearing as the floor came into sight and my legs were knocked apart.
The head of his cock nudged my clit before slipping inside me. The stretching of my body only added to the pain until his body, flush against mine, recalled the burn. Then he moved, swinging his hips back and slamming against me, until all that was left was Jared, our connection and the pleasure of friction as he thrust into me with brute force over and over again.
I didn't have to ask to come. He already knew, his whispered command making my body fall undone around him. I clenched around his cock, my legs trembling with the effort. I was lost in my own head after that, clinging to the pleasure and the feel of him until the world floated completely and the cloud I resided on was all I could see.
I don't know how long I took to come back down to earth, but when I did, I was in my bed, and he was curled around me, his hands working in languorous strokes over my hair. My body felt used and bruised, yet I hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time.
I didn't want to move, and I never wanted the blissful feeling to end. I knew this particular euphoria would fade in time, but I was comforted by the fact that it wasn't the last, and if I had my way, I had a forever’s worth of this to look forward to with the only man I knew I would ever love with all of me.
There were so many musical influences in this story, with it being set in Louisiana, there are cajun influences, zydeco, the blues and then there’s the rhythmic music that comes to mind, so, as always, there is no specific genre, just an eclectic hodge-podge of sounds that inspired me.
- Preacherman by Melody Gardot
- Four Walls by Broods
- Weight of The World by Patrick Watson
- Beautiful Tragedy by In This Moment
- Louisiana Blues by Clifton Chenier
- Weight of Love by The Black Keys
- Consoler of the Lonely by The Raconteurs
- Spanish Mary by The New Basement Tapes
- It Will Come Back by Hozier
- Line of Fire by Junip
- One Way by Rose Cousins
- Hummed Low by Odessa
- I Want A Taste by white Arrows
- Bloodflows by SOHN
- Travelling Woman by Bat For Lashes
- Fineshrine by Purity Ring