of you, your obedience—it all makes my cock fucking hard. You've made that happen and should be proud of yourself."
"Very proud, Sir."
It'd been some time since anyone had brought him to this level of arousal. Yes, they could cause a semierection, and eventually he'd grow hard and demand some attention, but not one had made him so hard, so fast—only Marley.
Reed approached the table again and grabbed the butterfly vibrator. He tucked the flogger under his arm and held the vibrator's straps up to show his intention. “I give my word the toy is new and has never been used on another."
"I understand, Sir."
"Raise your leg and place your foot on my knee.” Reed lowered to one knee in front of her, and as she did as he asked, he got a full view of her pussy and the wetness that formed there. He raised her foot and ran the harness up to her knee. Once finished, he repeated the move on the other leg and pulled the straps up so the vibrator was positioned over her clitoris. Then he pulled the two clips together and attached them, so no matter where she moved, the vibrator would stay in place.
Reed went back to the table and snatched up the remote control. He purposely kept the device hidden in his hand to leave Marley unaware of his plan. “Hold your position like a good girl. Understood?"
Instead of waiting for her to respond, he hit the first button on the vibrator, and Marley gasped. After stepping behind her, he took the flogger from under his arm and held the remote in the other hand. He kept the vibe at a slow speed, raised the flogger, and smacked her ass lightly. He didn't want her to lose herself in the pleasure the vibrator offered.
He continued to flog her. The leather tails left pinkish color on her skin. Marley's moans deepened, and he saw her legs tremble, yet could also see her lean back, asking for more.
More he'd give her.
Reed set the vibrator to medium speed; Marley inhaled deeply, and her position faltered. He smacked her hard with the flogger, then switched off the vibrator. She cried out, either in frustration or pain, he assumed probably a bit of both. “Did I not tell you to hold your position?"
Marley righted herself, correcting her stance—legs spread, shoulders high, and back arched.
"Good. Let's remember to hold it next time, shall we?” He rewarded her by turning the vibrator back on to medium speed. Her muscles along her ass tightened, and she groaned but held her position. Pleased, Reed put the flogger to use again and whipped her ass in a steady rhythm, harder now.
He continued at this speed for a while to allow her to be comfortable with the force of the hits. Her ass cheeks grew redder with each hit, but not nearly enough to please him. He turned the switch on the vibrator to the next speed. Marley squealed.
Reed glanced to her hands, which now were clenched tight. However, he doubted it was from pain. He wanted to make sure she was holding up emotionally. “Pain level?"
"Three, Sir."
Her answer didn't surprise him. The rise of her pleasure forced the pain away; she wasn't feeling the hits as much as she had before. It told him to go harder. He used more force, increased his speed, and as the tails hit her ass, the beautiful sound of slapping filled his ears. Her head flailed from side to side.
Here he would teach her how pain could only intensify her climax—freeing her to unknown sensations. He clicked the vibrator to full speed. Marley screamed out against the brutal buzz tormenting her clit.
He left the speed set, stepped back, and positioned himself. At her limit of pain, he delivered fast slaps against her ass with the flogger, not letting her breathe and not letting her anticipate when the next hit would come. He had no doubt she'd soon orgasm. “You will tell me if you are going to come, and if I allow you the right to, you had better come hard."
"Sir, yes, Sir,” she screeched.
Reed persisted with his movements for a few solid minutes before he saw the rise