Don't you understand, that I got a plan for us
I bet you didn't know that I was dangerous
It must be fate, that I found a place for us
I bet you didn't know someone could love you this much

Dangerous – Big Data

 

Somewhere between a memory and a fantasy…

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“Sir?”she inquired, naked, kneeling and eyes still focused on the hard wood floor in front of her.

He stopped mid-step, then crouched.  One arm, resting on his knee as he looked her over.  His eyes scanned her whole body, his handwork readily visible across her shoulders and bare bottom, which were a glowing red.

“You heard me.” he said, tapping fingers against his knee. “Lower your hair.”

Her eyes shifted to the side as it took a second or two for her to process the command.  She heard him, but wasn’t quite she she heard him correctly.  “My hair?”, she asked softly?

“Lower it.” he said firmly.

Then softer, wooing her, “Please.”

His lips thinly parted with a heavy breath as her fingers started to untangle the loose braid that was over one shoulder.  His eyes followed her fingers as she gently pulled the hair free from the braid, then feathered her fingers through.  Reaching out, he wanted to stroke a portion of her hair, tucking it, lovingly behind her ear.

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There she stood, back to him, waiting.  There he sat, behind her, just studying her.  He wasn’t sure what he enjoyed going over her body with the most.  His eyes?  Or his hands?  They both enjoyed every single curve of her stunning hourglass figure.

To his eyes, she was a wonder to watch swaying, dancing while they were at the Garden club.  But there were times he just wanted to watch her a moment or two as she stood still.  Let his eyes take in every single curve a few seconds at a time instead of in the blink of an eye.  When in the Garden club, she danced slow.  Sensual.  But he wanted to take her all in without having to strain his eyes against the bad lighting.  With a reverence, he truly appreciated these moments.  A test of patience is what she thought.

But there before him she was.  Clinging tightly to her hips were lacey blue boy shorts and a tank that held her breasts tight.  A shift in her stance to the left with her right leg extended and akimbo ever so lightly caught his eye.  Cocked to the side, her ass and hips took on a sexier shape.  He enjoyed it for that fleeting moment, before she shifted back to her bracing stance.

Sometimes he thought it was selfish, because with her back turned to him and his eyes alone touching her, the stimulus was all his.  She couldn’t read his reaction and she was left in awkward moments of silence as he just studied her body, her silhouette, her curves and all her intricacies.

Of course,  going over her body with his hands was a more pleasurable experience for them both.  When he was close and upon her for the touch, it was with his eyes closed and ears open – to learn.  He would listen to her.  Listen to the pace at what she breathed.  Was there any short breaths to a certain touch?  Were her moans because she was touched in a certain area, or in a certain way?  Learning about her in these ways was something he held dear.  Just a light touch at first, to start.  Just to trace her body and see how sensitive she was to each of his different touches.  Then he would use his hands and palms in full to slowly caress, gently move or shape her.  Occasionally he would use a soft stroke with the back of his hand for touches that needed to be somewhere between the other two touches.

Several moments had passed, his breathing was slow, steady.  He was ready, done taking her in with his eyes.  Up from the chair he walked, pulling his vest straight and tucking his tie back in.  In a broad, wide circle, he began to walk around her.  She stood there, confident and waited as their time together had started.

Each time he circled around the front of her, he kept his eyes with hers.  After his third time around he walked over to the dresser, behind her and out of her view.  Her ears perked when she heard him open it.  His fingers went over the floggers, paddles, crops, unsure which to pick.  He knew what she wanted, but would he give it to her?  He smiled.  She was exceptional today, of course he would reward her.  Just not quite yet.

Once the choice had been made, he approached her from behind, then paused a few feet away from her.  With a step or two backwards he reversed himself getting her full visage.  He loved her confidence.  He then realized how he wanted to start.

“Songbird, would you please remove your tank?”  She acknowledged, pulling the tank up over her head, then tossing it across the room onto a leather couch.

Content with her being half naked, his orbit around her continued, until he came to her left side.  He paused, looking over her profile.  A step closer,  then a step back behind her.  She could feel his eyes looking over her shoulder and down upon her bare breasts.  Then she felt the flogger on her ear, stroking the top of her ear, down to the lobe.  He rested it softly on her shoulder as he leaned in with a warm whisper in her ear, “Just to let you know…” he trailed off as he pulled the flogger down the front of her body, the lashes held back against the handle, like a paintbrush over her nipples – to which she bit her lip.

Now in front of her, her took a smell step back and continued, “I start slow.”

His eyes drifted down her body and back, “Very slow.”

His eyes came back to hers and they held each other in a stare.  “The flogger isn’t even the start.” he said cooly.

She nodded, solid and sure in her constitution, “Bring it.”

He smiled and let that one slide.  He always allowed her one comment.  Just one.

His circle around her continued.  Passing her right side he held the flogger out, letting the lashes loose and pulling them across her shoulder, around the back of her neck.  As he pulled it across her far shoulder , he brought the flogger back in his hand then took the flogger like a paintbrush down her spine.  Her shoulders wiggled a little.

The tip of the floggers handle went down the small of her back under the waist of her boyshorts.  He pulled them out an inch and looked own, enjoying the shape of her ass.  He pulled the flogger quickly up and the boyshorts snapped back into place.  His eyes zeroed in on the lacy waist of her boyshorts, following it from one side to the other.  Later tonight, he decided,  his lips would take their favorite path along her body.  His lips and tongue would be the paintbrush, her body the canvas, his hands the frame.  Kisses would be dotted down her body, starting from the back of her ear, to her neck, between her shoulders and then down her spine, where he would stop halfway and drag the tip of his tongue down to the small of her back.

But first things first he thought, “Songbird, please remove your boyshorts.”

Down her sides, she slid her hands, hooking her thumbs into the waist of the boyshorts and pulled them down halfway before she bent over, giving him a full view of her well shaped ass.   Stepping out of them, she tossed  them across the room, the opposite side of where her tank top lay.  Trying to find her lingerie and underclothes after their play was a game they both enjoyed playing and he smiled in amusement as he took a step closer to her.  Over her shoulder she felt the soft flick of lashes that then fell over her left breast and nipple.  She felt him lean in closer to her ear with his lips.  The lashes of the flogger tickled her nipple.  She stood as still as possible, but there was a sharp intake of her breath when she felt his on her ear, “Remember, the flogger and your pleasure is the end game.”

His lips withdrew and walked away from again, taking position behind her.

She continued standing firm, grounded, confident.

He smiled.

Then she felt the lashes across her ass, in a single stroke, out of nowhere.

Her lips parted, an “Ahhh.” escaped as she lurched forward, but suddenly caught herself.  Her breathing increased when she then felt his arms wrapped around her and the lashes of the flogger danced across her stomach with a tickle.  In his embrace she felts his hot breath of his lips on her ear again.”If you want me to lash you across ths shoulders in a steady cycle… you’re just going to have to be a good girl and wait for it.”

Her body melted into his with those words as she nodded and said, “Yes, sir.”

He felt her body loosen and solidly leaned into her, his lips still at her ear with a whisper, “Say that again?”

Softer, yet still confident “Yes, Sir.” she said.

He took a step or two back, then smiled, “Good girl.”

The words made her shiver and just as the tingle ended, she felt another stroke of the lashes against her ass.

“Ahhh!” escaped her lips once more.  This time she spread her feet for balance and grinned as she braced for another stroke of lashes that she was finally receiving.

Instead, she felt the soft sweeping brush of the lashes over her back and ass.

She panted at their soft touch, waiting for the softness again, but this time feeling the sting of another lash against her ass.

This time it was a moan in response to the lash.  Then she felt his lips to her ear and it gave her another shiver.

But it wasn’t a whisper in her ear, it was a full voice in praise of her, “Good girl.  Very good girl.  A smile curled on her lips.

Her circled around her again, the lashes about her shoulders, the pulled down across her breasts.  Her eyes closed at the sensation of the lashes against her bare breast.  Her heavy breathing picking up at the enjoyment of the feeling.

“You know.”, he said, “Just not good enough to give you what you want yet though.

Her eyes opened in confusion as he walked back behind her to the other side of the room, dropping the flogger on the bed.  “That can wait until later.”, he said pulling the drawer open.  Her eyes followed him, her ears perked, curious as to what he was up to.  When he returned to her side her skin began to tingle in anticipation.  As he walked across the front of her, she thought she saw a flogger, but smaller.  Her eyes followed him until he was behind her once more.  The tingling in her skin started to spread through her whole body.

“I told you.” he said with a sigh, “I was going to tease the fuck out of you.”

She then felt 2 quick lashes to her backside, one on each cheek of her ass.

“FUCK!” she yelled, then suddenly bracing herself.

“Excuse me?” he asked of her.

Her face flushed a full red as he walked around to the front of her, “What did you say?” he asked again.

“Fuck.  I said fuck.”  She caught her breath and looked him over.  “What is that?”, she asked, seeing the smaller flogger in his hand.

He stood in front of her,  legs parted,  arms folded, head tilted in bemusement and then held the smaller flogger to his lips, giving her full view of the instrument.  “If you think you’re going to wait a long time and be teased a long time to get the lashings you so want… ” he said, “I have news for you.  That fuck is going to be a hell of a lost longer.”

He eyed her breasts and nipples and took a step closer, but offset to her side a little.  She then felt a small short lash to her breast and nipples.

Once more, from her lips, she responded, “Ahh!”

“Flogger for the breasts.” he said matter of factly.  “Little smaller. Shorter lashes. Allows better control.” He brushed the lashes across her nipples.  “A lot more control too”

She moaned at the sensation.  “I like that gentleness.” she said leaning her head back.

“I heard differently.” he responded.  “In fact, I think you told me that was one of your complaints.”

Her head snapped back.

“Too soft.  Glass statue.” he reminded her.

“I…don’t want you to beat me.” she said.

“No.  I never said I was going to do that.” he said, shaking his head, “Never would.”

“I treasure you.” he said as he walked around to her backside again.

He stopped, “You do understand just how I feel about you?” he asked.

She nodded then felt his right hand slide down the right side of her body.  The smaller flogger was trapped in his fingers but his palm caressed her.  She could feel the lashes dangling down between her thighs making her body quiver, making her body melt.  Her eyes were closed as she leaned her head back, trying to put her thoughts together to respond, “I…I.. I like a variety of p-p-pressures but…I’m n-not a masochist.

“Oh, I know.” he said… softly lashing across her bellybutton.

She moaned, then took a long slow breath in,then whispered “Please don’t mark me.”

This time she felt the soft lashes between her thighs.  Instead of them being pulled away from her body, the lashes were pulled up over her body.

“Mmmm,  I like that.” she said with a deep breathy moan.

He pulled the small flogger up, the tip of it flicking upon her nipple teasingly.  A lighter, softer moan came from her lips.  She bit her lip and her legs began to waver.

Circling the smaller flogger around her bellybutton, he continued to tease her. A soft, slow circle with the lashes around her bellybutton.  She exhaled slowly, her eyes shut, head facing forward.

His lips were upon her ear, “And I thought you didn’t appreciate a soft touch.” he joked.

“I like many types.” she whispered.

He pulled away from her softly, so she wouldn’t fall over, sweeping the smaller flogger over her bare shoulders.  “All types?” he repeated.

“Good.  I’ll keep that in mind.” he said as he dropped the small flogger on the bed.

He picked up the larger flogger with a flourish, “You’ve been a very good girl.”

Her eyes opened and a smile cross her lips with his praise.  Then she saw the larger flogger and she sucked in her bottom lip in anticipation.  He walked over to her, purpose in his step and confidence in his stride and quick lash across the shoulders.

“Aahhh!” she said, finally she thought to herself as she lurched forward, then caught herself.  “Mmmmm.”, she moaned in pleasure to the first lick of her favorite flogger.

“Good girl.” he said as she panted and she was rewarded with 3 quick lashes on the ass.  She panted again and 3 more lashes were given.  “Ahhhh!” and another 3 quick lashes to which she let out a long slow, guttural moan.

“You’ve been a good girl.” he said, “A very good girl.” and gave her a firm smack in the ass.

She looked at him, “Woozy.” she said.  “I need to… I…”

“Sit down.” he motioned “Kneel if you’d like.”

She nodded, “Yes, closer to the ground.”  Then slowly kneeled, sitting back on heels.  Her hands turned down resting on her knees, head slightly bowed.  She closed her eyes, breathing slowly.

He stood in front of her and gave her several moments to gain her senses back.  He took the time to enjoy her, her beauty in this moment.  He adored her. All of her.  Every facet to who she is.  He then saw her shiver.

“Songbird.  Please lower your hair.”

“Sir?”she inquired, naked, kneeling and eyes still focused on the hard wood floor in front of her.

He stopped mid-step, then crouched.  One arm, resting on his knee as he looked her over.  His eyes scanned her whole body, his handwork readily visible across her shoulders and bare bottom, which were a glowing red.

“You heard me.” he said, tapping his fingers against his knee. “Lower your hair.”

Her eyes shifted to the side as it took a second or two for her to process the command.  She heard him, but wasn’t quite she she heard him correctly.  “My hair?”, she asked softly?

“Lower it.” he said firmly.

Then softer, wooing her, “Please.”

His lips thinly parted with a heavy breath as her fingers started to untangle the loose braid that was over one shoulder.  His eyes followed her fingers as she gently pulled the hair free from the braid, then feathered her fingers through.  Reaching out, he stroked her hair, tucking it, lovingly behind her ear.

He pulled himself up behind her, sitting with her then wrapping her in his arms and holding her in a calming and soothing embrace.  His lips were on her ears, “Songbird, ” he said, “Yours, always.”