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“I can understand that.” Blue glanced over her shoulder. “Looks like boredom is the least of your problems tonight.”
She looked back and saw Mr. Jackson coming up on her like a predator; chin tucked and eyes locked.
“Yeah, I kind of pissed off Jared, Mr. Jackson’s going to address the issue.”
Blue chuckled and nodded. “I heard.” Usual safeword, I presume?”
“Yes, Blue, thank you.”
“You’ll have ten minutes of punishment, no talking once it starts unless you need to safeword, the silence is part of the punishment.”
He opened the door and allowed Izzie in first, followed by Mr. Jackson.
The man gave Blue a curt nod before closing the door behind them.
“Where do you want me?” she asked.
Mr. Jackson pointed to the padded St. Andrews cross.
“Shall I undress?”
He shook his head.
She positioned her stomach against the cross.
Warm hands touched her shoulders and tugged at her, rotating her to her back. She leaned against the cross and watched as his eyes roamed her body from head to toe and back again.
She’d been checked out by play partners before, but none had an ounce of the intensity that this man was projecting.
Mr. Jackson stood back and brought a hand to his chin, and rubbed at the slight five-o’clock shadow. He nodded and then dropped his hand. Stepping into her personal space, he tugged at the hem of her skirt raising it to her waist exposing her black silk thong.
Turning around he went to the toy closet and retrieved a rubber flogger. Her breath caught in her throat. She knew Jared told him of her hard limits, this wasn’t one of them, however, she’d been on the other end of rubber before and wasn’t a fan, but she’d never safeword. Not unless the man was being unsafe.
He dropped the flogger to the table nearby and removed his jacket and tie. He then unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up.
Izzie watched every single move. She was spellbound by his motions, his movements were precise, yet smooth. His arms were toned and that damn ink was hot as hell.
He must put on one hell of a scene. Her heart beat against her ribs. Excited? Nervous? She didn’t know and didn’t think it mattered.
Mr. Jackson picked up the flogger stroking the tendrils as he approached her slowly.
It was only then she realized he hadn’t spoken a word to her. Her mouth popped open to ask him a question, but he shook his head, and she pressed her lips together almost painfully.
Once in front of her, he ran the tendrils of the flogger across her body, arms, legs; all over. She shivered, and his brown eyes dilated. She knew she could get lost in his darkened eyes forever.
He slowly tapped her body with the flogger on the exposed skin of her thighs. Her pulse quickened. The taps became harder and started to sting. It was fine up until then, but then however many minutes later, the stinging started to hurt, really hurt to the point of thinking about her safeword.
She wasn’t scared but in pain. She was far from a pain slut, she just liked to play and fuck.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to regain her sanity which she was just seconds away from losing.
A haggard breath left her lungs, she opened her mouth to speak, but before a word could come out, the flogging stopped.
She wasn’t sure when she closed her eyes, but they were shut tight. Waiting.
When nothing happened, she opened her eyes, and Mr. Jackson was putting himself back together again. Once finished, he walked to the door and motioned for Blue to come in. The men quietly spoke, but Izzie couldn’t hear a word.
Mr. Jackson left and closed the door behind him.
