Page 57 of Viktor

Kendra Ravenel stood on one of the smaller scening stages of the Carriage House. Her nervousness was palpable. Not only had she never been flogged, but she’d also never scened in front of a group of people nor worn a blindfold.

Before long, Kendra felt the cold leather binding against her wrists as a man she’d never met before bound them together, securing her hands with the perfect degree of tightness. He led her to the flogging bench.

"Lie down," he purred in her ear before helping her down onto the cool leather. His voice was so soft, Kendra couldn’t place it, but it did sound familiar.

He secured her ankles first, knees bent and apart and then her wrists above her head, attaching them to something that clanked quietly. It felt like forever as he moved around her, adjusting things, running the falls of the flogger over her body. Kendra was practically vibrating by the time he leaned in and kissed her neck.

"You ready?" he whispered.

"Y-yes, sir."

The air was thick with an almost tangible tension as he began to flog her breasts, the leather falls hitting the soft flesh with a loud smack. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning aloud. The pain was exquisite, and Kendra felt herself craving more. Each strike left a sting that had her body tensed, anticipating the next. He worked his way down, teasing her stomach and ribcage before moving lower to flog her thighs. As the blows rained down on her sensitive flesh, she arched into them unconsciously, seeking more pleasure from the pain. Every strike sent shockwaves of excitement through her, making her core clench tight with need.

When he reached her legs, Kendra felt his warm breath against her skin as he ran his tongue along her inner thigh. She shuddered at the unexpected but delicious sensation, wondering what would come next. He didn't disappoint as he continued to lick and nip at her skin, making her moan and writhe, before finally settling between them to make a meal of her. His hands grasped her thighs possessively, pulling her closer as he speared her with his tongue with surprising force. It was both shocking and arousing as he tasted her, growling in appreciation, lapping at her folds before circling her clit with his tongue, making her see stars.

She’d barely recovered when she heard him picking up another flogger—there had been several on the table next to the flogging bench.

He began by focusing on her sensitive pussy. The leather stinging against her skin was like nothing she’d ever experienced before—a mix of pain and pleasure that sent shockwaves throughout her entire being. Each swoosh of the flogger against her folds made her gasp and moan, her legs trembling.

The man was merciless, hitting every sensitive spot he could find, making her cry in delight and beg for more. The smell of her own musk mingled with their combined sweat as he continued to work her into a frenzy, driving her to the brink once again. And then, suddenly, he stopped.

Her body undulated in need.

"Not yet," he teased, his voice low and rough. "You're not to come again until I give you permission to do so." This time the voice was loud enough that she could identify it.

Holy fuck! Was that Sterling Cavanaugh? Viktor’s friend, and reportedly a colleague from the British Special Forces? The Scotsman was a fucking legend at the club and was known for being very discriminating in who he chose to scene with. Apparently, he’d been kicked out of his elite unit when a woman had accused him of harming her and had shown a video of his doing just that in a safe, sane and consensual way. The higher ups hadn’t seen it that way and he’d been cashiered out of the British military service.

He moved in front of her, releasing the ankle restraints and unhooking the belt from above her head. His strong hands came down to grip her hips tightly as he pulled them back further apart before climbing onto the flogging bench and leaning over her. His hot breath tickled her ear as he whispered naughty nothings in a deep Scottish brogue before flicking his tongue over her flesh. A shiver ran down her spine at the sensation.

Before she knew it, he pushed something cold and metallic onto Kendra’s nipple. It pinched and stung as if burning into her flesh, but it also sent tingles through her body that made her arch back into him even more forcefully than before. It was tight as he locked it into place.

Without warning, he released the first one only to snatch up another before clamping it onto her remaining nipple. The mixture of pain and pleasure was indescribable; Kendra couldn't tell if she wanted to scream or moan louder. But when he pulled her towards the edge of the bench, she could only cry out.

Kendra felt his stiff cock nudging against her entrance, he groaned before thrusting in deeply, bottoming out inside her. She couldn't help but whimper as he stretched her enough so that he was fully in before he gripped her hips tightly as he began to thrust.

The sensation of being filled by him, combined with the pinching of the nipple clamps and the soreness of her previously flogged body, was so overwhelming it didn’t take long for her orgasm to build. Heat pooled in her belly, and she knew that if he kept it up much longer, she'd be undone. His pace picked up speed as his groans grew louder—grunting with each forceful thrust that had her clawing at the leather beneath her.

"That's it," he rumbled. "Come for me, lass."

Kendra cried out as she climaxed, the feeling washing over her like a tidal wave and sweeping away every ounce of thought from her mind except for him. He kept pumping until, with a final, feral growl, he released himself, filling her completely with his hot seed.

Sterling Coming this Fall!