Page 166 of Taming Seraphine
He picks up the metal chain that connects the two clamps and tugs, setting off an explosion of sensations so powerful that I swear I can see fireworks.
“How’s that, sweetheart?”
My hips lift off the leather seat, and I moan.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispers, his lips grazing my earlobe. “So beautiful, bound and blindfolded, and at my mercy. You should see the way the stirrups spread you open so I can enjoy your dripping pussy.”
I whimper at the thought of him moving between my spread legs and pounding me mercilessly until I climax. It will be even better than what we did in the woods yesterday, because I’ll be totally helpless to resist him.
“Do you want more?” he asks.
My pussy clenches, needing him to fill me and make this moment complete. “Yes, please.”
He tightens some screws at the side of each clamp, increasing the pressure and I gasp and shudder. It’s like being branded with bliss. The next time he tugs the chain, the sensations intensify, and I make a high-pitched squeal.
Leroi presses another chocolate-covered strawberry to my lips, and I savor its sticky sweetness. As I swallow, something light and leathery brushes over my breasts.
My spine stiffens, and I release a shuddering moan.
It’s the flogger.
“I’m going to whip your pretty pink pussy until it’s aching and dripping. If you can take the flogging like a good girl, then I’ll fuck you until you come around my cock,” he growls, his hot breath tickling my neck.
My stomach flips, and my clit swells as though trying to meet the flogger’s touch.
“Do you want it, little Seraphine?”
“Yes, please,” I whisper.
Leroi gives the flogger a few experimental swipes against my inner thigh, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. Every nerve ending sets itself alight with a deadly mix of anticipation and frustration. That’s not where I need it.
“You like it when I whip your little cunt?”
“Yes.” My voice rises several octaves. I can’t believe I’m making such high-pitched whines.
“Filthy little angel,” he croons. “My eager little pet.”
He gives my pussy a few light flicks with the flogger, sending shivers of pleasure across my skin. Then he moves up, swiping the flogger around my clit, teasing it until I’m arching my hips, begging for more.
The flogger’s soft suede tails slide over my clit, making me gasp and writhe. My hips convulse on the leather seat, chasing each of these new sensations.
“More,” I cry.
He delivers another flick, sending a surge of pleasure that teeters on the knife-edge of agony and ecstasy. My legs spasm and the rest of my body quivers.
Leroi increases the intensity of his strikes, and I tumble into a void of complete ecstasy. My eyes roll to the back of my head. I can feel the flogger everywhere—in my toes, in my fingers, in my very soul.
My ears fill with Leroi’s hot and heavy breaths, the rumble of the chocolate fountain, and the gentle swish of the flogger. Its soft tails also set every nerve ending alight with the most delicious pleasure. I feel the leather on my legs, my arms, my back, and a thin coating of sweat breaks out on my brow.
I inhale the mingled scents of cacao, coffee, and sandalwood and the taste of strawberries and chocolate lingers on my tongue. The only thing missing from this wonderful experience is a toe-curling kiss.
This is no fever dream.
It’s real.
I’m free.
I have someone who cares for me so deeply that he would help find Gabriel, kill my enemies, and bring my fantasies to life.