The Taking of Khaera (private)

[Daes]

The caress quickly persuaded her to kindly widen her lovely thighs, a movement made almost unconsciously enough that it surprised the girl herself. Her impassioned body tightened while the flickers of pleasure ascended through her muscles from his toying, carefully biting her tongue that she would not cry out. With a slight tremble she relaxed against the man’s palm, relishing the sensations brought over the little nub with a gentle moan.

Her hands clasped the hanging rope that resolutely clung to her delicate wrists as his warm lips locked over the peak of her nipple, she to take a breath and push her breasts into his hands. Knowing the rope would hold her fast she pulled on it, feeling starved as his touch left her again.

Khaera's eyes locked to his then casually trailed to the leather lash that was now poised in his grip. She grew more conscious of her body as he circled her, inciting a feeling of vulnerability that became prevalent in her mind, bare and exposed. As though she could see him perfectly behind her, she closed her eyes.. a moment that seemed to tarry for hours as she waited for the blow to crack over her rounded behind.

A shot of pain flashed through her body, burning across her waist and snapping over her rear. Her eyes slowly opened as she set her jaw. It came again, with more muscle than before and cracking again on her reddening tanned skin as the heat from the marks warmed up her body. When she felt his hands, she breathed slowly, bending her back and sighing as the hotness of his tongue glided against her taut skin. Feeling feverish and confused, she wondered what she'd gotten herself into-

The bite of the leather broke over Khaera's backside, forcing the breathe out of her lungs. The strokes blazed against the long thin welts that tainted her flesh, the pain welcoming her with a numbing burn. Gripping the rope tighter, she grunted and clenched her teeth as each blow sent a shudder through her aching figure.