Author's Note: Although this is the shortest chapter to date, I'm pretty sure all of you will seriously appreciate this. There is a lot more I could've wrote in terms of this chapter but I was afraid of getting reported, LOL.
"Do you trust Me?"
"Yes, Master."
He loved the way she said it. Her voice had a natural husky, almost feather-like sound. Sex oozed from it, whether it was her intention. Even when she was pissed off at him (which happened often), he loved hearing a flurry of profanities scream out of her mouth. It made her even sexier.
He recalled one of their favorite scenes together was when he wanted to practice flogging her. He laid her down on a massage table. He tied her wrists above her head and kept her legs free and spread apart.
She was completely naked and open to him. He blindfolded her and intently watched her as he prepared the flogger for use. Her toned body was tensed as evident by her shallow breathing. Her nipples were hardened by the cool air and arousal.
She was excited. She was scared.
"Relax, flower." He ordered and she let out a deep breath. Her pet name was a play on her middle one. He only called her that when He was serious and Sydney knew immediately, to stop whatever she did and pay attention to Him. "I won't continue until I'm sure you can handle this."
A few quiet moments passed and Roman could tell Sydney finally relaxed her mind and her body followed suit. "Are you ready, flower?"
Sydney nodded and briefly licked her lips. "Ready, Master."
"Good," He purred. He got up from the chair and grabbed a nearby flogger. He gently tapped it against her sex, letting her know what type of implement He was about to use. He stood back for a moment and admired His creation.
She reminded him of a statue; she truly was a work of art. Long caramel-toned legs. Perfect teardrop breasts. Tattoos done by him adorned her body. She belonged to Him and Him only. He was lucky and in the words of His mentor, very blessed to have flower. He'd better not ruin it.
"Remember – let the pain go through you. Flow with the pain."
"Yes, Master." Sydney nodded.
Swat!
Sydney gasped upon feeling the first strike. It stung. She dared not to speak and only mouthed ouch in response.
Swat!
The second strike caused a weird sensation. It tingled.
Swat!
Swat!
Swat!
The next strikes made her aroused as desire raced throughout her body like a maze. This time, a soft moan escaped her lips.
"Where are you?" He asked.
"Green, Sir," she replied.
"Good," Roman stood back and smirked down at her, "use your safeword."
He rained a flurry of swats on her; almost in tune with the soft music that played in the background. It seemed every strike made flower dizzy with arousal as sweat coated her body and she licked her lips in response. Her sex was slick with heat ad she was almost at the edge.
No. He was going to stop and pleasure her other ways. Then maybe, if she were a good girl, He would flog her again.
He tossed the flogger aside and stood in between her legs. He caressed her slick folds with a finger and watched her shiver underneath Him. He circled her pearl with the same finger and studied her reaction. She gasped, slightly moaned, and licked her lips. She was ready.
"Please, Sir," her voice came out above a whisper.
He pulled out His hardened shaft and stroked her with a few times before He finally entered her. Hard, thick, and filling her completely. She contracted a few times around Him, adjusting to His size before He moved inside her. He held onto her waist as He drove hard and fast into her.
She begged and screamed His name as He continued His relentless pounding inside her. Her body recoiled and her screams quieted down to soft moans.
"If you want it," Roman continued to thrust inside her, "you know what to do."
"Sir, can I please come?"
"No."
She hated orgasm denial. Hated it. No that wasn't entirely true. She hated the first denials before Master finally gave her what she wanted, though she could argue what He was currently doing to her was a delicious form of torture. "Sir, can I please come?"
"No."
Containing the orgasm was harder this time around. She moaned in frustration and tightened her lips. If she climaxed without His explicit permission, it was going to be a problem later. "Sir, can I please come?"
"You may."
"Oh God. Oh God!" A few more thrusts and she shattered beneath Him, her body limp and coated in sweat.
"Mmm…good girl," Roman pumped a few more times before he was met with a release. He pulled out and cleaned up before he untied Sydney and carried her to their bedroom. He laid her on the bed and joined her as they fell asleep.
"You're about to do something really stupid, aren't you?" Taker asked.
The memory faded away in Roman's mind as he played with the business card Trisha gave him. It had Sydney's new phone number. "Maybe."