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Kissy stared at him. How could he make her choose to give herself pain? That, well that’s…so wrong, she thought. Did she want to go on knowing she wanted different things, but not taking the chances to find out what those things were? Would it hurt? Then her mind was made up, she had to find out.
“Sir, I would very much like for you to flog me, however, may I have a safe word or action?”
“Of course sweet girl,” he kissed her forehead, “it shall be elephant.” With that he kissed her for the first time on the lips. It wasn’t brutal like she’d expected, but gentle, coaxing, and promising. She felt her arms start to drop and caught them before they fully left her head, but he saw it. The gleam that came in his eyes could scare the devil out of hell. Well, as they say, if you’re going through hell, keep on going.
Jon stepped back for a minute. Playing the scene out in his mind, he finalized his plans. He wouldn’t go overly rough on her, but enough to give her a good taste.
“Lay on the bed and remove the shirt and bra. Make sure your ass is down and those tits are up.” Lining his aim up mentally, he decided to start near the navel with the softer blows. Slowly working his way up, varying his technique as he went. He began slow and steady and strong. Stroke after stroke, listening to her moans become cries, easing up a bit when he was hitting her breasts, only to lay them harder again. There was no patterned as he worked her body over and slowly worked his way back down again. When the tears stopped, so did he. She never used her safe word.
Laying the flogger next to her, he scooped her up in his arms and held her as she worked her way through the pain. He began kissing her tenderly, she responded immediately.
Lying down on that bed had been the scariest moment of her life. Trusting him to not kill her and not hurt her. It didn’t hurt badly at all, it was the fear that made her cry out. It wasn’t a massage by any means, and eventually she felt the arousal, but her fear was what made it almost impossible. The fear of what could be. So when the pain came, she was lost to it.
Now, here in his arms, she could think of no other place she would want to be. Kissing him was intoxicating. When his hands lifted her ass, the pain of before mixed in with the pain of now was exhilarating.
“Fuck me, please Jon,” she began to pant and plead. When his response came, she didn’t hear the words but for the meaning, yes.
“I’ll only fuck you my way, lil one. Do you want me to take you my way?” He knew she was too lost to comprehend, and it was probably a little evil to do this to her, but he’d have done it eventually. Maybe passion lost, it’ll be easier on her.
So when he moved her back over the bed, face down, ass up, he began massaging her still colorful bum. Then reached through her parted legs and began teasing her slit. As her panting grew louder, he dipped his head back down for another taste of heaven. He felt her close, her body started to tremble with it, so he stopped. While she lay there whimpering and trying to cope with the lost of his magical fingers and tongue, he picked up the tube of lube.
He applied a generously to himself and started molesting her clit once more. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked her wickedly. She never even heard the words. As she was about to topple, he added lube to her brown hole, and when she couldn’t get any higher he whispered, “cum Kissy girl,” and plunged into her virgin ass.
Even Kissy couldn’t tell if her screams were from ecstasy or pain. What she did know was she kept flying, and when she reached earth once more, she was meeting his thrusts with wild abandon, and soon was soaring once more, this time taking him with her.
When he rolled off of her, she felt the loss of him. When he pulled her into his embrace, she realized how safe she felt with him. How amazingly it seemed that he knew her better than she knew herself. It was then that she decided she didn’t care what miracle brought him to her, she was glad it did.
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