"I guess we'll just have to find out, now won't we?" Jonathan grins, raking his gaze over me.

Already my body hums, begging to finish what we started. I swallow hard, looking up through my dark lashes and breathe out, "I guess so, Sir."

He quirks his brow at my answer, sending a thrill coursing through my very being. Suddenly my attention is stolen by the thin silver chain dangling in his hand. He hasn't even touched me yet and already I can feel my body respond, eager for this new experience.

"Do you know what these are?" He asks, moving them closer for a better look. My heart feels like it's fluttering in my throat as I struggle to find my words.

"Yes Sir," I whisper.

"Have you used them before?" The cadence in his voice drips authority, easily bending me to his will, eager to please.

I shake my head but a raised brow warns me to use my words. "No Sir." Nipple clamps are common toys in the lifestyle, I've seen it all but never used any.

The corner of his mouth tug into a smirk as he steps closer. "Excellent..." With deft fingers he threads one end through the centre loop in my collar making me shiver as the cold metal brushes my skin.

I stand there frozen in place as he trails a rough fingertip teasingly down my chest, between my breasts causing my breath to hitch. Jonathan cups my breast, squeezing it lightly before bringing his lips to it.

He licks, and flicks my sensitive bud before sucking it greedily. I can't hold back my moan as he nips down lightly before releasing it. Jonathan blows across the wet skin making the already erect nipple painfully hard.

I watch transfixed as he quickly brings the clamp in place, caging my sensitive bud. Knowing what's coming only heightens the sensations as he repeats the process on the other side leaving my legs trembling slightly.

"This," he states, threading his finger through the front loop and pulling slightly. The power move has me clenching in anticipation but the shift also tugs on my nipples making me gasp. "Is just one of the many reasons I like collars."

What looked like such a basic collar, thick black leather with a plain ring in the back and the front now has my mind racing with possibilities.

"Bend over, hands on the bed, back straight and legs spread," he orders, not bothering to watch, knowing I'll do exactly as he orders.

Immediately I comply, moving too quickly and stumbling into position, barely getting my hands out to break my fall. The sudden jerking pulls on the chain making me hiss as I suck in a sharp breath through my clenched teeth. It's as if there's an imaginary cord from my nipples to my core, each sensation drawing it tighter.

"Wider." The order is just a single word but the crop running up my inner thigh speaks volumes. He guides me to the distance he wants then moves the crop to my outer thigh to tell me to stop. "Perfect."

I can feel my heart hammering in my chest and my fingers knot in the sheets while I strain to hear what's next. Jonathan drags the crop up the outside of my thighs, over my butt then down the other side, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

My body trembles under his attention, aching for something, anything more than just this teasing, but teasing is part of the game.

"You are a vision Bella," he states, his voice husky with need. "I can't decide if I just want to tease you non stop or fuck you till you beg me to stop."

His words hold such promise my body responds on its own, twisting my hips to try for some much needed friction. A sharp slap on each cheek stops me in my tracks. The little pain does nothing to calm my ache, if anything it's only worse now as the cool air hits my damp thighs.

"Teasing it is," he says with a dark chuckle. I can't hold back my whimper, wanting nothing more than to feel all of him, right now.

Jonathan steps away and starts to rummage through the chest once more. A moment later he returns, making me jump as I feel him slide something against my inner thigh, right to the apex and wrap a strap around it, holding it in place.

"Don't come," he warns. I open my mouth to ask a question but intense vibrations against my clit wipes my mind clean.

Already I can feel myself racing towards my peek as my core quivers in warning. I groan and squirm, struggling to hold back.

"Sir please," I beg, "I need to."

"No."

A strangled cry rips past my lips as I focus all of my energy on holding back my orgasm. My body trembles on the verge of losing control when Jonathan finally turns it off, leaving me conflicted. I sag, barely holding myself up as I struggle to catch my breath, feeling my orgasm die, slowly robbing me of release.

"Good girl," he praises, lifting my chin. Jonathan leans down and brushes his lips against mine briefly leaving me wanting more as he sets three items on the bed beside me. "Pick one."

I look at each item, trying to make my brain function once again. Closest to me is another crop, this one looks to be made of thicker leather and is more narrow than the one he had before. Next to it is a suede flogger and lastly there is a heavy, dark wood padded paddle.

Having taken too long he switches the vibrator back on, shocking my hungry body as it races for release faster than ever. His warning not to come echoes in my mind and I dig my nails into the bed, fighting my body for control.

"The crop, the crop!" I practically scream, sighing in relief as he once more turns it off. My core twists in frustration having been denied a third time.

"That wasn't so hard, hmm?" He chides, picking up the thick crop and dragging it up the back of my bare thigh.

I bite my lip, holding back a frustrated reply earning a chuckle from Jonathan. Without warning he brings the crop down hard on my far cheek making me cry out.

"Because you were a good girl and didn't come without permission, we'll only do five..." he murmurs, drawing circles on the other side before bringing the crop down on that side. I buck against the sting which once again tugs on the clamps.

By the third strike my core throbs, crying for more. Jonathan pauses, giving me a moment to compose myself and lays his hand on my lower back. With two final spanks, one on each cheek he sets the crop down, trailing soft kisses down my back before palming and caressing my stinging ass.

"Such a good girl," he cooes, running his hands up my back. "What next?" He doesn't even wait for me to hesitate and turns the vibrator back on.

"Please Sir, I need to come," I whimper, shifting my hips uncontrollably.

"Choose," he reiterates, completely ignoring my pleas.

"The flogger," I spit out, knowing full well I could never hold back through a paddling right now.

A frustrated snarl slips past my lips being robbed once more. Jonathan continues unfazed, picking up the flogger and trailing it over my back. The cool material is a welcome relief to my searing skin but apprehension picks at my mind.

Flogging has always been a mystery to me. Some videos I've seen look down right erotic with the right mix of pain and pleasure, but others look like something out of a horror movie with angry red welts and blood. The thought makes me tense as I wait.

Jonathan would never push me too far...

He runs his free hand over my upper back as if drawing a road map for me, then withdraws his hand, trailing the wide falls of the flogger along the same path.

My heart races both excited for my first taste but a small part of me worries I can't handle it. Time slows down as the falls wosh through the air, sailing towards my exposed back.

*Thwap*

The mix of thud followed by delicious sting makes me gasp and shift but after a moment I realize I was more scared by the sound.

"Breathe Bella," he whispers, reaching around to grab my hands. I follow his guidance as he places my hands on the bedpost, wrapping my fingers around it. "Do we need a break?"

Do I?

Between the two crops and now the flogger my skin tingles but I feel more alive than I ever have. "No Sir," I murmur.

"Good girl." Jonathan runs his knuckles down my cheek and moves back behind me into position once more.

The next strike lands on the opposite side of my upper back. He swirls the fogger near my body and delivers two cyclical strikes then finishes with a harder strike, the tips of the falls barely wrapping around and catch the side of my breast.

The sting is more intense making me hiss and flinch but I keep my grip. Twisting like that tugs on my chain shifting my attention from the pain, mixing it with pleasure.

Jonathan tosses the flogger on the bed and pulls me up to him, wrapping his arms around me and capturing my lips with his. My chest tightens and I feel a tear slip down my cheek as I'm consumed by him.

He breaks our heated kiss, resting his forehead against mine, just holding me as I take a moment to collect myself. The safety I feel, being utterly vulnerable in his arms is sobering.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispers, wiping my cheek. "So proud."

The love and admiration swimming in his eyes is hard to handle and yet fills parts of my heart I never knew were empty.

"We can take a moment-"

"No Sir," I whisper, locking my gaze on his. "Please, I want to continue..."

Jonathan takes a deep breath, and studies me for a moment before smiling.

"That's my girl."