Continuing to sweep the end of the whip over Tom’s bum cheeks, Katrina made sure she’d touched every inch of skin, tantalizing it with the maddeningly soft touch. Then, with no warning whatsoever, she jerked her arm back, then shot it forward again to land a stinging blow. The only sound was that of the impact—not a single decibel came from Tom’s lips, and Katrina raised her eyebrows, surprised. He was obedient—always had been—but she’d deliberately tried to lull him into a false sense of security before giving him the first stripe, wondering if the shock would make him gasp, screech, or yell. Apparently not.

Katrina nodded. He hadn’t forgotten, then. She’d tried the same tactic with him, a very long time ago, and it had worked that time.

Lightly, almost a tickle, a whisper. As much as she wanted to just lay into him, to stripe his arse until they were both so horny they were likely to explode, she also wanted to take her time. To reacquaint herself with his body, with his pain threshold, to see how much he could take before he cracked. She found herself remembering the time she’d beat him so hard and for so long that the sensations had overtaken him and made him come. That had aroused her beyond belief, so much so that she’d quickly stroked him back to stiffness, sat on his thick cock, then ridden him until she’d found her own release.

She couldn’t help wondering if she could do it again—make him come without touching his cock. It would be a wonderful—not to mention memorable—way to rekindle their relationship. Suddenly, she wanted more than anything to repeat that erotic experience, and set her mind to it.

Lifting her arm, she trailed the end of the whip over his buttocks. Lightly, almost a tickle, a whisper. As much as she wanted to just lay into him, to stripe his arse until they were both so horny they were likely to explode, she also wanted to take her time. To reacquaint herself with his body, with his pain threshold, to see how much he could take before he cracked. She found herself remembering the time she’d beat him so hard and for so long that the sensations had overtaken him and made him come. That had aroused her beyond belief, so much so that she’d quickly stroked him back to stiffness, sat on his thick cock, then ridden him until she’d found her own release.

She couldn’t help wondering if she could do it again—make him come without touching his cock. It would be a wonderful—not to mention memorable—way to rekindle their relationship.