“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered in her ear, licking her ear lobe as he kneaded her breasts.

Glancing down at the bed, he took stock of the items he’d placed there earlier, figuring he’d give her a choice. Tag didn’t doubt that she was all too familiar with each item, but he knew for a fact, she’d never been on the receiving end of one.

“Do you have a preference?” he asked.

It took a few seconds before she forced out her answer, but that was likely because he was pinching her nipples between his fingers, none too gently.

“Crop.”

“Why that one?” Tag had an idea she would pick it, although he wouldn’t have cared which one.

Truth be told, he didn’t use these toys much. He wasn’t into hard core BDSM, nor did he experiment with it regularly. He used them for what they were... toys. They heightened the sexual experience, but it wasn’t something he had to have.

“I like it.”

“To be used on you? Or to use on someone else?”

“I’ve never had it used on me.” McKenna’s voice was just a whisper and Tag detected a hint of excitement in her tone. He was beginning to think McKenna might just be his equal in more ways than one.

What he didn’t know was what that actually meant.

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~*~*~

McKenna tried to focus on the cool air caressing her skin, but that wasn’t working. Her mind was ablaze with images of what might be next in Tag’s little game. And she had no doubt this was a game. She’d known it the second he tossed her over his shoulder so easily and when he secured her wrists and ankles to the bed post.

Maybe she should feel a little concern as far as the bondage went, but she didn’t. If anything, she trusted Tag. Why? The way he held her, touched her, and even that possessive tone she detected – all of those things contributed to the level of trust they had already developed between them, even if unknowingly.

She found it interesting the way he put the toys down in front of her, obviously to intimidate her. She wasn’t. No, she was turned on like hell, but in no way was she intimidated.

She didn’t know anything about Tag’s reputation at the club, but she knew of the reputation of several Dom’s in the area and he wasn’t one of them. That was because he wasn’t a Dom. He didn’t indulge in that lifestyle, although he obviously found some interest in it based on the toys on the bed in front of her.

A riding crop. A small paddle. A suede flogger.

She had several of each in her toy box, although she hadn’t used them in quite some time. These didn’t look to be cheap toys, which didn’t surprise her. Tag didn’t seem like the kind to go cheap on anything, much less pleasure.

But the riding crop, well, in her experience, it would be the least painful, at least when used by a novice.

As Tag retrieved the riding crop, McKenna bit her lip. Ok, so now she was getting a little nervous. Here she was, spread eagle, and secured firmly with the leather restraints which offered her barely any room to move. There was no way she was going to get away from the pain he would likely deliver.

When she felt the cool steel tip of the handle slide down her spine, she shivered involuntarily. He was going to tease her first, apparently. She smiled. His mouth followed, the warmth of his lips trailing down her naked back had her pussy dripping and her nipples hardening painfully.

The anticipation was as exciting as the act. She knew that much. When Tag’s hands gripped her hips, his mouth going lower, spreading teasing kisses over her bottom, McKenna fought the urge to wiggle away from him. Or maybe she wanted to get closer. Either way, she forced herself to remain still, letting the pleasure encompass her.

Just as she was getting used to the soft, light kisses, a sharp sting assaulted her ass, and she flinched. Barely. Ok, so the riding crop definitely hurt, but it was an exquisite pain that overtook her entire body. When he used his big hand to rub the sting away, she pushed her bottom against him, wanting to feel his hands on the rest of her body.

That’s not what she got.

Another biting sting landed on her left butt cheek, and she moaned. Oh, yes, she definitely liked it.

Who would’ve thought?

For the next few minutes, Tag continued to tease her, chasing the pain away with his tongue and his lips, his fingers and his palms, only to deliver another crisp, sharp, sting followed by several more. By the time he was finished, McKenna was biting her tongue, trying to keep from crying out. The tears streaming down her face were involuntary as was the throbbing need that had taken up residence between her legs.

“I didn’t think your ass could get any prettier.” Tag’s warm breath heated the skin of her neck as he whispered close to her ear. “I was wrong.”




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