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impact rocked her. “You can?”
“I can. Or maybe you’d rather be suspended? I could report this outfit, and you might not graduate.” His fingers slid between her thighs and teased her pussy folds until she moaned. Those firm fingertips hit her clit and tapped all over without a pattern. The blackmail angle was an extra turn on. Gasping, she pressed for more, and finally he dipped his pinky inside of her.
“Please, fuck me. Don’t report me, please. I need to graduate. I just wanted to have fun and feel sexy. Tie me up. I won’t complain.” She wanted to be restrained so badly she had to stop herself from inching to the bed.
“I don’t think you will. You need it.” He scooped her up and dropped her face down on the bed.
In seconds, he had her wrists and ankles in leather cuffs with very little give. She was stretched, and when she tugged, the firm resistance made her sigh. He had her, and she was safe in his world. Wanting to keep the role-play going, she tried to think like a senior in high school out to impress an older man would. “I want to please you, Sir. I’m good at blow jobs.”
“I’m sure you are, but I want more than that.” He slapped her ass. “First, punishment, then maybe you’ll get off.”
“Yes, Sir. I deserve it.” She licked her lips and lifted her ass.
He stood at her side and rolled up his sleeves. Relaxing, she savored the anticipation as he walked around the room. A drawer opened, but she didn’t even look. Surprise was half the fun.
A small rectangle of leather rubbed over her ass, and she tensed. A riding crop! Her pussy was slick, and he’d barely touched her. That rectangle moved over both her ass cheeks and tapped down her thighs. She tried to move to it, but her restraints held.
Groaning, she let her mind go. “Please,” she said.
The first strike was dead-center on her left cheek and strong. She inhaled as the sensation sank in. Another swat connected lower on the same cheek. A little play with the implement and he snapped down hard on her again.
“What’s your safe word?” he asked.
“No, I want more,” she said.
“I know. Just to be sure…” He added a strike high on her cheek.
“Red.” Her one cheek stung and the other remained untouched.
“Good, and I expect you to use it if it’s too much. I won’t have you wimping out tomorrow because I was too rough tonight.” He added two quick slaps.
She gasped and lifted her ass as much as possible. “Yes, Sir.”
Then his palm grabbed her sore rump. His lips pressed to her flesh, and his sweet tongue teased her.
“I love it,” she moaned.
“I see that.” He spread her cheeks and tongued that tender spot between her asshole and pussy.
“Please, fuck me,” she begged.
“Not even close.” He let go, and the crop snapped on that same flesh again.
“The other one, please.” She closed her eyes and let the slight pain center her.
“Too much here?” He kissed the spot he’d been favoring.
“No, but I want to feel it everywhere. Just one, please.” She felt out of balance and off in a way she couldn’t even explain.
“I see. You trust me?” he asked.
“God, yes! I trust you. I love you. Please!”
He snapped the tool down her same cheek twice more, and she groaned in frustration. Then the sting hit her hard on the untouched side. A fresh set of nerves sprang to life and reacted to the attention. She yanked on the restraints but didn’t want to be free.
“What do you say?” he asked.
“Thank you, Sir.” She focused on those spots and floated in the relief as her body hummed for sexual attention.
“You think that’s enough? For this dress? Teasing men?” he demanded.
“Spank me all you like. I love it. Fuck me, too. I’m yours,” she said.
Two more hard strikes with the crop on her ass and he tossed it on the bed. “Damn right.”
“Fuck me, please!” she repeated.
The sound of his zipper made her tremble. The tear of a condom packet made her grin. He
“I can. Or maybe you’d rather be suspended? I could report this outfit, and you might not graduate.” His fingers slid between her thighs and teased her pussy folds until she moaned. Those firm fingertips hit her clit and tapped all over without a pattern. The blackmail angle was an extra turn on. Gasping, she pressed for more, and finally he dipped his pinky inside of her.
“Please, fuck me. Don’t report me, please. I need to graduate. I just wanted to have fun and feel sexy. Tie me up. I won’t complain.” She wanted to be restrained so badly she had to stop herself from inching to the bed.
“I don’t think you will. You need it.” He scooped her up and dropped her face down on the bed.
In seconds, he had her wrists and ankles in leather cuffs with very little give. She was stretched, and when she tugged, the firm resistance made her sigh. He had her, and she was safe in his world. Wanting to keep the role-play going, she tried to think like a senior in high school out to impress an older man would. “I want to please you, Sir. I’m good at blow jobs.”
“I’m sure you are, but I want more than that.” He slapped her ass. “First, punishment, then maybe you’ll get off.”
“Yes, Sir. I deserve it.” She licked her lips and lifted her ass.
He stood at her side and rolled up his sleeves. Relaxing, she savored the anticipation as he walked around the room. A drawer opened, but she didn’t even look. Surprise was half the fun.
A small rectangle of leather rubbed over her ass, and she tensed. A riding crop! Her pussy was slick, and he’d barely touched her. That rectangle moved over both her ass cheeks and tapped down her thighs. She tried to move to it, but her restraints held.
Groaning, she let her mind go. “Please,” she said.
The first strike was dead-center on her left cheek and strong. She inhaled as the sensation sank in. Another swat connected lower on the same cheek. A little play with the implement and he snapped down hard on her again.
“What’s your safe word?” he asked.
“No, I want more,” she said.
“I know. Just to be sure…” He added a strike high on her cheek.
“Red.” Her one cheek stung and the other remained untouched.
“Good, and I expect you to use it if it’s too much. I won’t have you wimping out tomorrow because I was too rough tonight.” He added two quick slaps.
She gasped and lifted her ass as much as possible. “Yes, Sir.”
Then his palm grabbed her sore rump. His lips pressed to her flesh, and his sweet tongue teased her.
“I love it,” she moaned.
“I see that.” He spread her cheeks and tongued that tender spot between her asshole and pussy.
“Please, fuck me,” she begged.
“Not even close.” He let go, and the crop snapped on that same flesh again.
“The other one, please.” She closed her eyes and let the slight pain center her.
“Too much here?” He kissed the spot he’d been favoring.
“No, but I want to feel it everywhere. Just one, please.” She felt out of balance and off in a way she couldn’t even explain.
“I see. You trust me?” he asked.
“God, yes! I trust you. I love you. Please!”
He snapped the tool down her same cheek twice more, and she groaned in frustration. Then the sting hit her hard on the untouched side. A fresh set of nerves sprang to life and reacted to the attention. She yanked on the restraints but didn’t want to be free.
“What do you say?” he asked.
“Thank you, Sir.” She focused on those spots and floated in the relief as her body hummed for sexual attention.
“You think that’s enough? For this dress? Teasing men?” he demanded.
“Spank me all you like. I love it. Fuck me, too. I’m yours,” she said.
Two more hard strikes with the crop on her ass and he tossed it on the bed. “Damn right.”
“Fuck me, please!” she repeated.
The sound of his zipper made her tremble. The tear of a condom packet made her grin. He
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