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flutter of panic shook her core. The realization she
was so close to an orgasm stunned her. Even in bed at
home, it could take her fifteen or twenty minutes of
fantasizing and rubbing to get even close to a climax. Half
fantasizing and rubbing to get even close to a climax. Half
the time that was as good as it got for her. Somehow
Menace and his magic tongue had obliterated whatever
mental roadblocks normaly prevented her from coming.
Menace found the perfect rhythm with his tongue.
Naya’s breathing deepened. Her breasts ached and the
clamps pinching her nipples suddenly changed from a
minor annoyance to a surprising accentuation of the
pleasure rippling through her bely. Eyes closed, Naya
concentrated on Menace’s soft, pliable tongue flicking
her clit and his big hands pushing her thighs wide open. It
was the image of being fuly at his mercy that sent her
over the edge.
“Menace!” She shouted his name as the first wave
engulfed her. Fighting to surface from the wild pulses of
ecstasy, Naya held tight to the fabric loops above her
head and undulated atop the low couch. “Oh! Oh! Oh! ”
Just as the first ripples of pleasure started to slow and
spread out, Menace changed his tactic. He sucked her
clit, using hard, long tugs on the swolen pearl to bring her
right back to the edge again. He released the bud and
used his now firm tongue to swipe side to side across it.
Naya lost it. “Ah! Ah! Unnnnhhhh! ”
Naya lost it. “Ah! Ah! Unnnnhhhh! ”
The guttural groan that left her throat echoed off the
playroom’s wals. She snapped her hips and pushed her
pussy even tighter to his mouth. Menace hummed
excitedly and lashed her clit until she thought she just
might die. The waves of pleasure overwhelmed and
drowned her.
Menace finaly backed off. His licks slowed and
decreased in pressure. He kissed her clit twice and
wiped his mouth on her lower bely. She stil shuddered
with aftershocks when he pushed back onto his knees
and grabbed the flogger from the nearby countertop.
Even through the haze of lust, she realized what was
going to happen now. She should have been scared. She
should have tried to rol of the couch and flee but she
didn’t. Melowed out by those powerful orgasms, she felt
more inclined to trust him. He’d shown her nothing but
pleasure so far, hadn’t he?
Menace caressed her leg. “Keep your hands over
your head and your thighs wide open. I want those feet
planted right there. Don’t move when I strike you. That’s
the first rule you have to learn when we’re playing impact
games. Understood?”
“Yes sir.”
“Yes sir.”
His eyebrow arched in surprise. “Sir?”
She gave a little shrug. “It seemed appropriate. You
remind me of the headmaster at my old school with al
the rules you’re spouting and that scary thing in your
hand.”
He snorted with amusement. “Remind me to hit up the
shop tomorrow. I think some costumes might be in
order.”
She frowned. “Costumes?”
“I’l explain later.” He leaned forward and kissed her.
“This won’t hurt. You’re going to love it.”
She wasn’t so sure about that, but she’d been
skeptical about the multiple-orgasm thing and he’d
proven her wrong. He’d been right about the clamps too.
Sitting back on his heels, Menace gathered the long,
wide tendrils of the flogger in one hand and gripped the
handle with the experience of a master. Her personal
experience with being beaten by others told her that he
wasn’t far enough away or high enough up to realy harm
her. There wasn’t enough room for him to get a good
swing going.
The tendrils thwacked her left inner thigh first and then
The tendrils thwacked her left inner thigh first and then
the right. The soft tongues licked at her lower bely and
then her thighs again. With each flick of his wrist,
Menace increased the pressure and the speed. The slow,
thudding beat soon became something a bit snappier.
Her skin erupted
was so close to an orgasm stunned her. Even in bed at
home, it could take her fifteen or twenty minutes of
fantasizing and rubbing to get even close to a climax. Half
fantasizing and rubbing to get even close to a climax. Half
the time that was as good as it got for her. Somehow
Menace and his magic tongue had obliterated whatever
mental roadblocks normaly prevented her from coming.
Menace found the perfect rhythm with his tongue.
Naya’s breathing deepened. Her breasts ached and the
clamps pinching her nipples suddenly changed from a
minor annoyance to a surprising accentuation of the
pleasure rippling through her bely. Eyes closed, Naya
concentrated on Menace’s soft, pliable tongue flicking
her clit and his big hands pushing her thighs wide open. It
was the image of being fuly at his mercy that sent her
over the edge.
“Menace!” She shouted his name as the first wave
engulfed her. Fighting to surface from the wild pulses of
ecstasy, Naya held tight to the fabric loops above her
head and undulated atop the low couch. “Oh! Oh! Oh! ”
Just as the first ripples of pleasure started to slow and
spread out, Menace changed his tactic. He sucked her
clit, using hard, long tugs on the swolen pearl to bring her
right back to the edge again. He released the bud and
used his now firm tongue to swipe side to side across it.
Naya lost it. “Ah! Ah! Unnnnhhhh! ”
Naya lost it. “Ah! Ah! Unnnnhhhh! ”
The guttural groan that left her throat echoed off the
playroom’s wals. She snapped her hips and pushed her
pussy even tighter to his mouth. Menace hummed
excitedly and lashed her clit until she thought she just
might die. The waves of pleasure overwhelmed and
drowned her.
Menace finaly backed off. His licks slowed and
decreased in pressure. He kissed her clit twice and
wiped his mouth on her lower bely. She stil shuddered
with aftershocks when he pushed back onto his knees
and grabbed the flogger from the nearby countertop.
Even through the haze of lust, she realized what was
going to happen now. She should have been scared. She
should have tried to rol of the couch and flee but she
didn’t. Melowed out by those powerful orgasms, she felt
more inclined to trust him. He’d shown her nothing but
pleasure so far, hadn’t he?
Menace caressed her leg. “Keep your hands over
your head and your thighs wide open. I want those feet
planted right there. Don’t move when I strike you. That’s
the first rule you have to learn when we’re playing impact
games. Understood?”
“Yes sir.”
“Yes sir.”
His eyebrow arched in surprise. “Sir?”
She gave a little shrug. “It seemed appropriate. You
remind me of the headmaster at my old school with al
the rules you’re spouting and that scary thing in your
hand.”
He snorted with amusement. “Remind me to hit up the
shop tomorrow. I think some costumes might be in
order.”
She frowned. “Costumes?”
“I’l explain later.” He leaned forward and kissed her.
“This won’t hurt. You’re going to love it.”
She wasn’t so sure about that, but she’d been
skeptical about the multiple-orgasm thing and he’d
proven her wrong. He’d been right about the clamps too.
Sitting back on his heels, Menace gathered the long,
wide tendrils of the flogger in one hand and gripped the
handle with the experience of a master. Her personal
experience with being beaten by others told her that he
wasn’t far enough away or high enough up to realy harm
her. There wasn’t enough room for him to get a good
swing going.
The tendrils thwacked her left inner thigh first and then
The tendrils thwacked her left inner thigh first and then
the right. The soft tongues licked at her lower bely and
then her thighs again. With each flick of his wrist,
Menace increased the pressure and the speed. The slow,
thudding beat soon became something a bit snappier.
Her skin erupted
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