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.

I nod Michael to her. He moves quickly, taking my place, rubbing at the welts on her skin, murmuring something soft as I

the patterned roughness of the plaited banding of the handle, the slight bees-wax scent

muscles of her arms and down to quaking calves. Under drooping eyelids, her pupils are huge and black, and the fluttering of muscle and skin

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

Gotcha…

follow up on the other thigh, first on the outer, more resistant muscle then 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

open, ready, and her reply to the stroke is a squeeze-eyed mewling that sets heat flooding my groin and electricity dancing to my cock. Again, I strike, the same spot, harder now. And again.

and aimed; I aim for her clit, intending to make her scream. As

And again…

And again…

…

…

stills. The only movement is the heave of

close, 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

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

bed, I strip off my pants. Then spreading her

… Make her mine…

her know that she is

I drive myself home, rewarded as I ram against her inner walls by her cry and the bite of her nails into

You’re alive…

Remember that…

Michael watching, a smile dancing at the corners

… and his…

I roll, taking her with

flying, but close by her face, I speak to her. “You belong to both of us,

body is heat, her skin scorching against mine. Behind her, Michael positions himself, his arm

flesh clutches at mine. I tighten my hold on her further. “It’s alright. Shhh… We’re both here. We

his hips wind and