Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

James

I’ve often tested her before; tested her limits, tested how far I can take her before pain-pleasure simply becomes pain. But I’ve never before set out to take her completely to the edge and, perhaps, just a little beyond.

But this time, on this occasion, I want her to travel out from the real world and into that heady space where pain and pleasure merge into sensation and where the mind and body ride the whirlwind together.

Michael has relaxed her. And he’s right. She’s arousing. Her perfume is rising and there’s that sheen to her skin she gets; the flush over her breasts which rises over her pale swan neck to blush her cheeks.

She’s ready…

From behind, I lick at her with the falls; soft and suede-like, the best kind. Supple and elastic, the leather kisses skin and bites at muscle. She mewls, but it’s not in distress. I know her better than that. At the same moment, her pelvis twitches…

How does that feel to you, Green-Eyes?

Is it a kind of penetration…?

… Of the mind…

I don’t want to ramp her up too quickly. I started her hard deliberately, to jolt her. But now I want to warm her up, heating the flesh slowly before I take her to the precipice.

A flick of my wrist and the tails caress her thigh again; enough to register as pain, but not enough to shock. The slap of leather on muscle echoes around the stone walls, the vaulted ceiling. Briefly, I rub at the muscle then repeat on the other leg before looping an arm around her waist, pulling her in close to nuzzle into her neck, nibbling at the soft skin there.

And with her spine pressed against my chest, her accelerating heartbeat pumps through her ribs and mine. I can scent her; her rising aroma. And the tremble, the quivering, rising through her flesh, quivers through mine also...

And now, the tremble is for the right reasons…

No fear…

No regrets…

Releasing her, standing back, I lash again, a little harder this time, at her upper arms and shoulders. Taut, straining against her restraint, she jerks. Her answering cry is louder and I stroke the falls over on the skin, tracing the red mark rising there. Two strokes, three strokes, then I strike once more, lower down. Again, she cries out and I move to her beautiful ass, striking now with force, first at the left side, then the right.

her. He moves quickly, taking my place, rubbing at the welts on her skin,

flogger in my hand, the patterned roughness of the plaited banding of the handle, the slight bees-wax scent of the leather, I measure her by eye, gauging her;

and down to quaking calves. Under drooping eyelids, her pupils are huge and black, and the fluttering of muscle and skin overlays the sharp rise and fall

Then quickly, sharply, I snap across a thigh. She yelps, jerks and her aroma wells, lush, piquant and with the promise of the

Gotcha…

between her spread legs, on the more delicate, more sensitive skin of the inner thigh. Aiming low, I strike her just above the knee, then on the other side, a little higher. And again, working

she’s open, ready, and her reply to the stroke is a squeeze-eyed mewling that sets heat flooding my groin and

clit, intending to make her scream.

And again…

And again…

…

…

she stills. The only movement is the heave

tugging her to me by the waist. A hand between her thighs, I slide fingers between liquid folds and in. She totters; her weight dropping against me. An arm locked around her. supporting her, I finger-fuck

writhes against me. Behind her, Michael inclines his head. I nod and he reaches, releasing her wrists. She

my pants. Then spreading her thighs, I

… Make her mine…

know that she

her cry and the bite of her nails into my shoulders. Head flung back, she

You’re alive…

Remember that…

watching, a smile dancing

… and his…

arms locked around her, I roll, taking her with me, presenting her rear to

her face, I speak to her. “You belong to both of us, and both of

scorching against mine. Behind her, Michael positions himself, his arm and shoulder working as

tighten my hold

cheek close by hers as his hips wind