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sensitive skin as he pinched her nipples. The sweet pain settled low in her abdomen, and the waves of pleasure built in a receding and advancing crescendo of sensations, threatening to overwhelm her. The swat to her naked thigh, coupled with the bite into her shoulder brought her down a notch along the ladder of torturous joy her body was climbing.
"No coming without your Dom's permission. Do you hear me?"
She nodded, her eyes wide and almost black with her own need as they connected with his golden ones in the mirror, and he smiled his approval.
"That's my sweet girl."
He removed his leg from between her thighs, and Estelle stumbled. His warm hands on her hips steadied her.
"Easy, I've got you. I didn’t want to do this in the fucking hallway, but we'll just have to improvise, won't we? We'll have a lifetime of exploring my playroom after all."
Estelle's heart turned over at the whispered words.
"Promise?" she asked.
He simply smiled, and the emotion in his golden eyes blew her away. The rip of her thong had her look down, and she groaned when Nathan raised the strip of material to his nose and inhaled deeply.
"You smell divine, and you're so beautiful." One of his hands raised her legs, exposing her bare pussy to his hungry gaze. "Look how wet you are for me. Your juices covering your sweet hole, coating my hands is such a fucking turn-on."
"Then fuck me, please…Sir." Estelle breathed the words and bit her lip so hard she tasted blood when Nathan shook his head and chuckled. He withdrew his claws and pushed two fingers into her aching channel instead, and Estelle saw stars. He increased the thrust of his fingers. Estelle rode those talented digits as his thumb circled her clit in slow, maddening strokes that left her body dangling on the precipice of release. Again and again he pushed her to the edge, alternating fast thrusts with slow explorations of her folds, until he pinched her clit and lowered her leg to the floor. She moaned her denial, and he raised her hands up high above her head. She flinched as wet material was wrapped around her wrists and tightened. Nathan kicked her legs apart with his foot until her shoulders trembled with her arms stretched to the point of pain above her, the cool air against her naked pussy making her feel vulnerable and aroused beyond all reason.
"Open your eyes, and look at yourself in the mirror. See what I see, my beautiful little sub, all tied up and red by my hands."
Estelle forced her eyes open, and heat stained her cheeks.
Nathan had used her thong to secure her wrists to the ornate metal trim of the floor length mirror. With her arms secured high above her head, her breasts jutted forward still framed by the tattered remains of her bra. Scratch marks covered her abdomen, and the imprint of Nathan's hands was clearly visible on the glistening skin of her inner thighs. Her swollen and distended nipples seemed huge, and her throbbing clitoris peeked out from inside its fleshy hood. Never in a million years would Estelle have thought that the sight of her aroused body would prove to be such a turn on. A fine sheen of perspiration covered her from head to toe, her ribs drawing in and out as she tried to get much needed oxygen into her lungs, her breasts bouncing with every breath she took.
Her throat went dry, and she swallowed convulsively when Nathan untied his belt and wrapped the end round his fist several times with a wicked smile.
"Now, for your punishment, how many lashes do you deserve for trying to force my hand, do you think?"
"No, please, Sir."
Estelle croaked the words, fear making her hoarse, and her body shook.
"No?" Nathan's eyes narrowed, and he watched her carefully for her reaction when he trailed the end of that menacing looking belt over her breasts slowly. The leather scraped across her sensitive nipples, and some of the fear left Estelle as her body reacted to Nathan's velvety murmurs of encouragement. He trailed the belt lower over her abdomen
"No coming without your Dom's permission. Do you hear me?"
She nodded, her eyes wide and almost black with her own need as they connected with his golden ones in the mirror, and he smiled his approval.
"That's my sweet girl."
He removed his leg from between her thighs, and Estelle stumbled. His warm hands on her hips steadied her.
"Easy, I've got you. I didn’t want to do this in the fucking hallway, but we'll just have to improvise, won't we? We'll have a lifetime of exploring my playroom after all."
Estelle's heart turned over at the whispered words.
"Promise?" she asked.
He simply smiled, and the emotion in his golden eyes blew her away. The rip of her thong had her look down, and she groaned when Nathan raised the strip of material to his nose and inhaled deeply.
"You smell divine, and you're so beautiful." One of his hands raised her legs, exposing her bare pussy to his hungry gaze. "Look how wet you are for me. Your juices covering your sweet hole, coating my hands is such a fucking turn-on."
"Then fuck me, please…Sir." Estelle breathed the words and bit her lip so hard she tasted blood when Nathan shook his head and chuckled. He withdrew his claws and pushed two fingers into her aching channel instead, and Estelle saw stars. He increased the thrust of his fingers. Estelle rode those talented digits as his thumb circled her clit in slow, maddening strokes that left her body dangling on the precipice of release. Again and again he pushed her to the edge, alternating fast thrusts with slow explorations of her folds, until he pinched her clit and lowered her leg to the floor. She moaned her denial, and he raised her hands up high above her head. She flinched as wet material was wrapped around her wrists and tightened. Nathan kicked her legs apart with his foot until her shoulders trembled with her arms stretched to the point of pain above her, the cool air against her naked pussy making her feel vulnerable and aroused beyond all reason.
"Open your eyes, and look at yourself in the mirror. See what I see, my beautiful little sub, all tied up and red by my hands."
Estelle forced her eyes open, and heat stained her cheeks.
Nathan had used her thong to secure her wrists to the ornate metal trim of the floor length mirror. With her arms secured high above her head, her breasts jutted forward still framed by the tattered remains of her bra. Scratch marks covered her abdomen, and the imprint of Nathan's hands was clearly visible on the glistening skin of her inner thighs. Her swollen and distended nipples seemed huge, and her throbbing clitoris peeked out from inside its fleshy hood. Never in a million years would Estelle have thought that the sight of her aroused body would prove to be such a turn on. A fine sheen of perspiration covered her from head to toe, her ribs drawing in and out as she tried to get much needed oxygen into her lungs, her breasts bouncing with every breath she took.
Her throat went dry, and she swallowed convulsively when Nathan untied his belt and wrapped the end round his fist several times with a wicked smile.
"Now, for your punishment, how many lashes do you deserve for trying to force my hand, do you think?"
"No, please, Sir."
Estelle croaked the words, fear making her hoarse, and her body shook.
"No?" Nathan's eyes narrowed, and he watched her carefully for her reaction when he trailed the end of that menacing looking belt over her breasts slowly. The leather scraped across her sensitive nipples, and some of the fear left Estelle as her body reacted to Nathan's velvety murmurs of encouragement. He trailed the belt lower over her abdomen
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