Chapter 2

In the dim light of the room, Emma adjusted her vest, the leather snug against her body. She could feel Mark’s eyes on her, prying into her every thought. His gaze was intense, a silent command that made her heart race.

“Go,” he whispered, his voice low and authoritative.

She moved to the center of the room, pondering her next step. The anticipation in the air was palpable, a thick fog of excitement and nerves. She glanced at the array of implements laid out on the table, wondering which one he would choose tonight.

“Leggy,” he murmured, and she obediently spread her legs, her breathing shallow. Mark approached, his fingers tracing a path up her thigh, lingering just long enough to make her shiver. He reached her neck, his hand firm yet gentle as he tilted her chin up to meet his gaze.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice softening slightly.

“Yes,” she replied, her voice trembling with both fear and desire.

He nodded, satisfied with her answer. The first touch of the flogger against her skin was electric, sending a jolt of sensation through her body. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the rhythm, each strike a reminder of her place, each caress a promise of more to come. In that moment, she was free, lost in the exquisite dance of power and submission.

Story by Karlo-CH
Illustrations by Mat

Note: While this story breaks several Bananagram “rules,” especially that stories should be one sentence long, I’m posting it anyway.