Page 141 of Blush

I can’t get enough. I can’t get enough of being here. Of being here with Jackson. Of learning. Of the pleasure and pain and pleasure yet again.

I slowly come down from my orgasm as Jackson withdraws his fingers.

But I draw in a sharp breath as something enters me, propelled by Jack’s fingers.

“All that cream,” he says gruffly. “It would be a shame to waste it.”

Something else enters me and then something else again.

“Cherries and cream,” Jackson says. “What could be more decadent?”

God, the cherries. The freaking cherries. How many are inside me now?

“Now relax, Mandy. Let them drop back into the bowl.”

I’m not sure what’s happening to my body, but I do my best to obey his command. A moment later, he’s in front of me, the bowl of cherries in his hands. He kneels so that he meets my gaze.

Then he seductively brings a cherry between his lips, chews, swallows. “Cherries and cream. Nothing like it.”

My body is throbbing. He’s playing me like a concert violin, and he’s not even touching me.

He eats another cherry and then another. “Would you like to taste one?”

“Yes, sir,” I say, my voice a cracking mess, and I’m surprised at the truth of the words.

I want to taste a cherry that’s been inside my pussy, that’s drenched in my juices.

He places a seeded cherry between my lips, and I let it fall onto my tongue. The flavor is the same but more intense. Whether it’s because it’s been inside me or whether I know it’s been inside me, I’m not certain.

Most likely it’s because I’m looking at Jackson licking his full, glistening lips.

I chew, swallow, and he feeds me another. Then he eats one more himself and rises.

He sets the bowl down, walks to the wall, and takes down what looks like a black leather flogger. He brings it back and slides it over from the back of my neck, over my shoulders, my torso, and then my ass.

“So beautiful. My beautiful little submissive.”

Whack!The flogger comes down on my ass.

Then—

The flogger hits the carpeted floor with a light thud.

And—

Smack!

This time it’s Jackson’s palm on my ass—his flesh spanking my flesh.

And it’s unbelievably erotic.

“So beautiful. So red. So much like the blush on your lovely cheeks and breasts.”

Smack!

The sting of pain, but then… Oh God, the pleasure.

Then the pressure of his lips—soft and firm—over the areas where he smacked me.