gaze fixed somewhere over her shoulder as he pulled off his tee shirt and folded it before laying it on the table beside him. Then he did the same with his jeans and shorts.
When he turned back to her, she saw that he was aroused.
“Precede me down the hall. You know which room.”
Again he did as she ordered. She could feel her excitement rising as she stepped into what might have been a spare bedroom, unless you looked carefully. In one corner was a basket of artificial flowers hanging from the ceiling, secured by a very sturdy chain.
“Take down the flowers,” she said.
He did as instructed, exposing a metal hook.
“Hold out your hands.”
Again he followed her bidding and she opened the antique armoire to his right, taking out leather cuffs attached to a strap. She looped the strap over the hook, then attached the cuffs to his hands so that he was secured with his back to her and his hands over his head.
He was her captive now, and she stroked her nails over his broad back, then down to his butt, kneading the hard muscles before reaching around him, clasping her hand around his cock, squeezing, dragging a moan from him.
“If you come before I give you permission, you will be sorry,” she warned.
He said nothing, only stood rigidly in place while she took off her gown, draping it over a wooden chair before returning to her captive. She was as naked as he, and she undulated against him, rubbing her breasts against his back and her clit against his butt, feeding her own arousal as she reached to lightly stroke his cock, feeling it jump in her hand.
She went back to the armoire and examined the implements laid neatly on shelves, considering the advantages of each. Finally she decided she wanted to see the short welts on his skin made by a riding crop.
After selecting the implement, she returned to Justin. Raising her arm, she brought the lash down on his back, hard enough to sting. She gave him more blows, working her way down to his buttocks, hearing him groan as she punished him, knowing he was responding to the pain with excitement.
She was panting when she had finished, and she heard his breath in her ears as she unfastened the cuffs so he could bring his hands down.
His face was flushed. His body quivering.
She went to a rounded wooden chair with low arms and sat down, draping her legs over the arms and thrusting her hot, wet pussy toward him.
“Eat me,” she commanded.
He knelt in front of her, bending his head and expertly using his tongue and lips to bring her to a rocketing climax.
And only when she had been satisfied once did she lie down on the bed at the side of the room. Spreading her legs again, she looked up at him. Making him wait, she licked her lips and played with her nipples as she watched him.
When she thought he might go up in flames kneeling there, she said, “You may fuck me now. And you may let yourself come.”
With a sound deep in his throat, he climbed to his feet and came down on the bed, covering her body with his, thrusting into her, bringing her to another enormous climax and then letting himself go.
He held her for a moment, daring to kiss her cheek.
“You’re heavy.”
He moved off of her, lying on the bed, breathing hard.
“You have good control.”
“For you.”
“Does your back hurt?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“You deserve it.”
“Yes.”
“And more.”
She rose from the bed, pulling up the straps that hung below the spread at the sides.
“Lie on your back.”
When he had complied, she secured his wrists and ankles, then reached for his cock, caressing him, bringing him to a full erection again. She had had a hell of a night, and she needed to relax.
She ran her hand over the smooth skin of his chest. Then, lighting a candle, she brought it over and tipped it sideways so that the hot wax fell between his nipples, then directly on one of them. He winced but said nothing, and she moved the candle lower, dripping wax onto his abdomen,
When he turned back to her, she saw that he was aroused.
“Precede me down the hall. You know which room.”
Again he did as she ordered. She could feel her excitement rising as she stepped into what might have been a spare bedroom, unless you looked carefully. In one corner was a basket of artificial flowers hanging from the ceiling, secured by a very sturdy chain.
“Take down the flowers,” she said.
He did as instructed, exposing a metal hook.
“Hold out your hands.”
Again he followed her bidding and she opened the antique armoire to his right, taking out leather cuffs attached to a strap. She looped the strap over the hook, then attached the cuffs to his hands so that he was secured with his back to her and his hands over his head.
He was her captive now, and she stroked her nails over his broad back, then down to his butt, kneading the hard muscles before reaching around him, clasping her hand around his cock, squeezing, dragging a moan from him.
“If you come before I give you permission, you will be sorry,” she warned.
He said nothing, only stood rigidly in place while she took off her gown, draping it over a wooden chair before returning to her captive. She was as naked as he, and she undulated against him, rubbing her breasts against his back and her clit against his butt, feeding her own arousal as she reached to lightly stroke his cock, feeling it jump in her hand.
She went back to the armoire and examined the implements laid neatly on shelves, considering the advantages of each. Finally she decided she wanted to see the short welts on his skin made by a riding crop.
After selecting the implement, she returned to Justin. Raising her arm, she brought the lash down on his back, hard enough to sting. She gave him more blows, working her way down to his buttocks, hearing him groan as she punished him, knowing he was responding to the pain with excitement.
She was panting when she had finished, and she heard his breath in her ears as she unfastened the cuffs so he could bring his hands down.
His face was flushed. His body quivering.
She went to a rounded wooden chair with low arms and sat down, draping her legs over the arms and thrusting her hot, wet pussy toward him.
“Eat me,” she commanded.
He knelt in front of her, bending his head and expertly using his tongue and lips to bring her to a rocketing climax.
And only when she had been satisfied once did she lie down on the bed at the side of the room. Spreading her legs again, she looked up at him. Making him wait, she licked her lips and played with her nipples as she watched him.
When she thought he might go up in flames kneeling there, she said, “You may fuck me now. And you may let yourself come.”
With a sound deep in his throat, he climbed to his feet and came down on the bed, covering her body with his, thrusting into her, bringing her to another enormous climax and then letting himself go.
He held her for a moment, daring to kiss her cheek.
“You’re heavy.”
He moved off of her, lying on the bed, breathing hard.
“You have good control.”
“For you.”
“Does your back hurt?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“You deserve it.”
“Yes.”
“And more.”
She rose from the bed, pulling up the straps that hung below the spread at the sides.
“Lie on your back.”
When he had complied, she secured his wrists and ankles, then reached for his cock, caressing him, bringing him to a full erection again. She had had a hell of a night, and she needed to relax.
She ran her hand over the smooth skin of his chest. Then, lighting a candle, she brought it over and tipped it sideways so that the hot wax fell between his nipples, then directly on one of them. He winced but said nothing, and she moved the candle lower, dripping wax onto his abdomen,
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