“Count them.”

The first stroke of the flogger landed across my upper back in a heavy, thudding fan of leather tails. Heat bloomed under my skin. I sucked in a breath and gave him what he wanted.

“One, Sir.”

He didn’t rush. He paced behind me, letting the tails trail lightly over my shoulders, my spine, the curve of my ass, before the next stroke fell. Harder. Lower. The sound of it cracked through the quiet circle of watchers.

“Two, Sir.”

The egg inside me continued its low, relentless hum. Every impact sent a fresh jolt of sensation straight to my clit. My thighs were already shiny; fresh slick had...