neck and one on her arm. In the bedroom, he brought her to the
edge of the bed, then leaned in so close that his mouth grazed her ear when he
spoke. “Your ass is going to be sore tomorrow and every few minutes, you’ll
think of me, won’t you?”
He began fumbling with her
wrist binding, freeing her hands.
“If you pull off your
blindfold, you will be severely punished,” he warned. “This has been play, so
far. Do you want to be severely punished?”
She shook her head.
“Hands to your sides,” he
commanded.
She obeyed.
He reached around, grabbed
her breasts and kneaded them in his strong fingers. “It’s hard for you to call
me Master,” he observed. “But I am. You know that I am.”
She didn’t reply.
“Should we come up with a
different name?” he asked. His hands tightened. “Something more politically
correct?”
Was he being sarcastic? She
couldn’t tell because he never spoke above a whisper.
“Climb onto the bed on your
hands and knees,” he said.
Was he angry? She moved
forward into place and he took a moment to reposition her sideways to better
reach her.
He rubbed her warm, red
buttocks lovingly, enjoying the heat he’d caused, before raising back and
delivering a slap. Her cry was muffled and then he repeated the motion. Soft,
smooth, loving strokes, savoring the heat he’d created, and then slap .
After the third blow, he instructed her to spread her legs apart. He worked his
hand in over her pussy to locate the best landing spot, then drew back and
struck. He’d never spanked a woman before, so the intense enjoyment took him by
surprise. He concentrated on the feel and the sounds of impact and lost count.
He could not wait any more
to fuck her, he was so engorged. He repositioned her, put on a condom and
pushed inside her with a satisfied grunt. Half crazed with lust, he slammed
into her with a ruthless force. He went at it as long as he could until an
orgasm swept over him like a tidal wave, leaving him gasping and weak. He allowed
her to collapse on the bed and backed up to sit and recover some strength in an
armchair.
Had she come? He’d been too
consumed with his own need to pay close enough attention. He saw the vibrator
by the bedside. When he recovered his breath, he went for it. “Turn over,” he
instructed. He pushed the vibrator into her hands. “Use this until you come.”
He went back to the chair
and watched her fumble with the controls blindly and then insert the gyrating
dildo inside herself, experimenting with positions and speed. Her head turned,
her jaw clenched and her hips lifted and lowered. It was one of the most
sensual things he’d ever seen and it began stirring his cock back to life, but
suddenly he wanted to be the one to make her come.
He got to his feet and moved
closer, studying the way she held the vibrator. He sat on the bed and leaned
back on an elbow, fascinated by her quivering stomach muscles. “You’re so
beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
He watched her move close to orgasm. “Stop,” he commanded in a harsh whisper,
placing his hand on hers. “I want my mouth on you. I want to make you come.”
She released the vibrator
into his hands and he turned it off. He lifted her bright pink ass up, propping
it on a thick pillow, then straddled her in a sixty-nine position, so that his
cock was within reach of her mouth. He pulled back her pussy lips and blew
gently, enjoying her arousal, then lowered his mouth to lick and suck greedily.
She screamed almost at once and came, but he held onto her bucking hips and
continued feasting.
Jenny gasped for air. Her
body was on fire and she was weak and ultra-sensitive after one of the most
explosive climaxes she’d ever experienced. “Stop,” she begged. She couldn’t
take any more.
He pulled back and turned
himself around, this time straddling her face while facing front. “I told you
not to tell me to stop,” he reminded her.
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