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he left dangling between her breasts while he adjusted the fastenings.
    Okay , NOW you look like a horse . . .
    Oh , just . . . ugh, shut it!
    “ Damn, you look . . . hot,” Sir Jonathan exclaimed while flashing a lopsided grin at her. Another dip into the side drawer, and he pulled out a matching brown riding crop. “How about a little warm-up?” he teased and flicked each of her nipples with the crop.
    Catherine hummed at the sensation.
    It was all the encouragement Sir Jonathan needed. Letting the crop thwap against her skin – from her shoulders down her body to her calves – he circled around Catherine. The crop landed in what seemed a random pattern over her flesh. The small sting that came when the flat tip of the crop connected soon spread into a warm glow, a slow burn that was spreading from the outside in.
    Oh , this is going to be good.
    “ Let’s see how you’re doing,” he mused several minutes later, while pushing a finger into Catherine’s now very wet core, causing her to grunt. Sir Jonathan laid the crop down and picked up the reins with one hand, leaving her to assume he was satisfied with what he’d found. When he gave her breasts a light flick with the reins, her nipples reacted to the leather.
    Erin , if your nipples get any harder they’re going to pop!
    He tugged on the reins again , guiding Catherine while he instructed her: “On the table on all fours, knees shoulder width apart.”
    Once she was in position , he looped the reins around one of the drawer handles.
    “ Don’t go anywhere.” He laughed, and then he patted her rump. “A bit more warm up, and I think we’ll be ready.” Sir Jonathan’s hands were on Catherine’s ass, fiddling with the plug. There was a small clicking sound, and then she was overcome with sensation when it started vibrating.
    “ What’s your color, Catherine?” he queried with sincerity after slipping the bit out of her mouth.
    The question , and the way he’d asked it, was the final incentive Catherine needed to let go. There would be no more rambling in her head. By checking with her before going any further, Sir Jonathan had freed her to trust him.
    “ Oh—oh, God . . . green, Sir. This girl is definitely green.” She groaned.
    “ Does that feel good in your ass, filly?”
    Catherine didn ’t answer – couldn’t – because at the same time he was asking, he reached between her legs and pinched her clit. Her whole body shook in response.
    Going back to the drawer , Sir Jonathan extracted a beautiful whip, while she watched with wide, hungry eyes. Catherine found herself biting her lip and wanting to rub her legs together at the sight of it. It was the same rustic, brown leather as the rest of the set.
    He presented the whip handle to her lips for Catherine to kiss in appreciation . Sir Jonathan maneuvered the bit back into her mouth, and then rolled his broad shoulders before taking a step back. “Let’s begin. Come when you are ready, filly.”
    She had time to see his arm rise up in her peripheral vision, and then her world shattered.
    The leather landed across her back , caressing from her right shoulder, diagonal across her spine, and reaching for her left side when the end wrapped around the curve of her hip and snapped just on the edge of Catherine’s pussy lips.
    “ Fuck!” she screamed, though it came out muffled, while gushing all over her thighs and the table.
    “ That’s it, Catherine. Good girl, let it go.” All playfulness had gone from Sir Jonathan’s voice, replaced by focus and care. She knew she was safe.
    The next lash crossed her back from the opposite direction.
    While Sir Jonathan maneuvered around Catherine, she became lost in the thrill of the experience. The leather bit into her skin just hard enough to make her breath catch, before it was swept away into primal moans, even while the radiating burn dissolved into titillating warmth. She had a vague awareness of his voice coaxing and encouraging her,