“No, Sir,” I answer, my eyes never moving away from the toy.

“Does it scare you?”

“I … no, Sir.”

Nas leans down so his face can be closer to mine. “Do you trust me to be your Dom, Alina?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then there’s no reason you should be afraid. So, don’t hesitate. Ever. I’m not here to hurt you in a way you don't like. I’m here to push your limits, and I’m going to push them. Hard.” Nas flashes a villainous smile before closing the gap between our faces and kissing me. The feeling of his lips pressed against mine is both aggressive and gentle, and I fall into it. Even when I’m bound to a spanking bench, Nas makes me feel like we’re diving into the depths of passion together. By the time he pulls away, I’m yearning for him, my nerves sedated and my body throbbing for more. If he thinks I stammered out of fear, he’s dead wrong. I stammered out of excitement.

Nas stands and slowly begins to walk around me. I feel his eyes on me as he takes measured steps, letting the tails of the flogger rub against my skin from my shoulder all the way down to my ankles. He takes his time, giving every inch of my body a glimpse of what the flogger tails are made of. They're soft, inviting leather that feel smooth to the touch. Nas walks a complete circle around me until he’s at the head of the bench again, where he softly places the tails on my back like a kiss as he runs his fingers through my hair.

“Your body is so perfect, Alina,” he whispers. “Every inch of you deserves to feel pain and pleasure. I’m gonna take my time with you, and I’m not gonna fuck you until you beg me to. You won’t get my cock until I see that tight little pussy of yours dripping for me. I want you at your dirtiest. I want you at your filthiest. That so-called darkness inside of you, let it out. I want to see it. I want to embrace it and show you that there is no darkness. There’s only you, me, and our desires. Do you understand me?”

The tails of the flogger rub against my back and slide down to my ass, and I close my eyes, enjoying the new sensation—waiting for the pain it brings. “Yes, Sir. I understand. I’m yours. Show me everything.”

Nas lifts the tails off my skin and lets them hover above me.

“With pleasure,” he says, before flicking his wrist and whipping the tails of the flogger against my ass.