I’m not even certain he’d realized he’d changed what he’d been doing. They were connecting harder and faster than before, but he’d increased the intensity so slowly I hadn’t noticed. Now instead of the lulling caress, the leather nipped at me, prickling the skin like pins and needles. Time no longer held any meaning. If you’d asked me how long I’d been like this, trussed up and begging, I wouldn’t have been able to even guess. But the pain in my arms was starting to move from being a turn-on to downright painful. It wouldn’t have stopped me from wanting to stretch out and beg him to fuck me, but it might have made things challenging. Please God, let him fuck me soon. The tempo of the flogging changed again. He must have realized I’d started thinking again and wanted to jerk me back to what was important. It amazed me how he was able to do that, be so in tune with me and my thoughts. Probably more so than I was even aware. Master Gareth increased the intensity once more.
