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Chapter 78: Such A Beautiful Pain s******

Chapter 78: Such A Beautiful Pain S****

Riccardo

"Tell me your safe word?" I ordered, looking down at her.

She couldn't see the hunger in my eyes, only the color of the tiles she was kneeling on.

"Pineapple," she said softly, sounding breathless and I nodded at once, satisfied that she hadn't forgotten it.

"Good, let's begin. Shall we?" she nodded.

"You will only speak if I ask a direct question. Understood?" "Yes, sir."

"And you are allowed to make eye contact."

The thrill of commanding someone never went away, it was like a drug, powerful and addictive. She stood up at my behest and I steered her towards the massive st Andrews cross. It was wooden and entirely black with padding for comfort, though comfort was the last thing on my mind tonight. Her eyes widened as she figured out why I had led her here and she shifted her me. She suddenly looked insecure, which I could understand, the cross could look frightening for anyone who was used to it but the furniture could be both for pleasure and pain. Luckily for her, she would experience both.

eyes t

When she stopped towards it and turned to me like she suspected she would be fastened with her back to it, I had to correct her.

"Other way around, facing the cross."

well. Next, I bonded her legs, she shd to spread them considerably but not enough to get hurt. Retracting a couple of steps, I studied her. Her arms and legs were spread and she looked glorious in this position. I knew she

round juicy a** drew my attention, I knew how great they felt in my hand, so soft

felt she had waited enough and went to grab what I would need for the first part. It was a flog with elk leather, it was a soft type of leather perfect for warmups since it only gave a

body, letting her feel the flails

said, sliding it from one bare shoulder to the next before moving down her back. She shivered from the feeling and I could see goosebumps appearing along her body. I stepped back before speaking. "Are you ready?" I asked. "Yes,

Taking a

The medium thud of the impact filled the room before her intake could be heard. Waiting for a second but with no objections from her, I continued. Striking again and again, there was a unique technique to flogging someone. If done wrong, it could be dangerous and I needed to be in control at all times and not slip up or become unfocused. I had to steer clear of areas like the kidney and avoid wrapping when the trails wrapped around a curved part of the body I aimed at different parts of her but always kept to the safe zone like her upper back,**, thighs and legs. By the time I was done with the warm-up, she was pretty and pink. Her breathing had gotten heavier and I knew she likes this as much as I do. Switching to another flog I

sir.

responded eagerly and I

was buzzing with need, to get flogged or to get f***ed. I didn't know, probably both. Unable to help myself, I slid a hand around her front and down to her slit. Her p**y was slick with her arousal and my finger slid in easily. Her walls clamped down on it like it didn't want to let me go. She

her feel the tails again as I brushed the new

oiled leather. It will sting

it pleasurable."

moving

you three times and each one will be harder than the next. I want you

I

force into the next and lastly, I hit even harder. Although not so hard it broke the skin. She cried out

rawest sure but when you submitted to it and overcame that fright, nothing else could stop you. Inflicting pain wasn't something liked because I was cruel. It was a way for me to connect, to see someone vulnerable and open to me. They trusted me to give them what they needed while I trusted them to let me know if I

was what bounded

she responded breathlessly.

moans she made had me wondering if I hadn't been too careful with her but I didn't want to

asked me to stop. Flogging someone was almost like painting to me, she was like a blank canvas and the tails like a paintbrush, coloring streaks of red across her skin. My ***k

She was such a graceful and submissive woman, taking whatever I chose to give her. Thud, the sound was so *g**atisfying as the tails hit her skin but not more enjoyable than the sound she made. Her back bowed as I hit her upper back again. I

put more force into it, testing her limits as the tails cracked over her a*** making them j***le. All she did was moan as she almost