cracked because she saw what he picked up while he was down there. The flogger.
Shit!
She tensed as he returned to the foot of the table. His palm skated over her ass. She shivered, trying not to move, but when she did, the 8-ball rolled against her clit.
Oh God.
“Are you ready?” She could tell from his tone, he usually didn’t bother to ask. But he was going easy on her.
“Y-yes Sir.”
The lash fell. The sting was excruciating. Also excruciating, the roll of the ball over her clit. She hissed in a breath.
“Count for me Bella.”
“One.”
The vibrator in her cunt, which had been keeping up a nice steady rhythm, slowly but surely driving her close r and closer to orgasm, suddenly stopped. Then started. Then stopped again.
Then it set up an agonizing uneven cadence. She nearly went out of her mind.
But there was no time to focus on that. Because the next lash fell.
“Bella?”
His voice was sharp, but from far, far away.
“Two.”
And another.
“Three.”
And another.
“Four.”
How many? How many could she take? With each lash the heat grew. The tantalizing roll against her clit, the agonizing uneven throb in her dripping pussy—
And then, all of a sudden, she realized a new danger.
The cream in her cunt, her frantic clenches on that egg—it was starting to slip out.
God, no!
“Holt! Holt!”
“Say the word, Bella.”
“No. It’s not that. The egg. It’s slipping out!”
“Don’t drop it, Bella. If you drop it, you will earn another punishment.”
She nearly snarled at him. God damn it. She couldn’t hold it in. She couldn’t…
The lash fell again and she forgot to count. He had to prompt her. “Five.” And then, “Six!”
The pattern of vibrations deep inside changed again. And again. Her pulse pounded against that damn 8-ball. Lash after lash fell, heating her ass, urging her forward, scraping her nipples against the felt. It was too much… It was too much… She couldn’t… She…
She came. Exploded. With a feral bellow, with the rumble of balls as they tumbled from her hands, with the dull thud of the egg as it hit the floor.
The 8-ball, however, she managed to save.
God was she incredible.
For a first- timer, she’d done so incredibly well. He suspected she might be a natural sub under that prickly exterior.
No. He knew it. And he’d known it for a while.
After she came, he soothed her, rubbing her red ass and stroking his fingers into her sopping cunt.
God, he wanted in here.
In a minute. He needed to give her a moment to recuperate.
When she was ready, he turned her over on the table and drew her swollen nipples into his mouth and sucked gently. “You were wonderful, Bella,” he murmured. “Just wonderful.”
“Was I?”
He thu mbed the tears from her cheeks. “Yes. You did very well.” He kissed her cheek. Her nose. Her lids. Peppered her with devotion as he continued to stroke her slit. She was so ready.
He was so ready.
So needy.
“Are you ready to continue?”
Her eyes widened. “C-continue?”
“I need you, Bella.”
“Hmm.” She murmured. “Am I still your slave?”
“If you want to be.”
“Maybe a bit longer.”
He chuckled. “I do have a powerful need.” He nudged his erection against her thigh. She attac ked the snap of his jeans with alacrity and then, when his cock sprang free, she licked her lips.
God help him.
But as much as he wanted a blow job from her at some point, this was not that point. What he wanted now, what he needed now, was to be in her.
He kissed her and eased her back on the table. She responded with a groan, but it was a groan of arousal. He eased himself between her legs and fisted his cock, pointing it in the direction it desperately wanted to go.
He nearly lost consciousness as he brushed her damp heat. His pulse pounded, his head ached, his body howled for release.
And then, just when he was about to plunge into heaven, she stiffened and pushed at him. “No Holt. Wait.”
“Umm
Shit!
She tensed as he returned to the foot of the table. His palm skated over her ass. She shivered, trying not to move, but when she did, the 8-ball rolled against her clit.
Oh God.
“Are you ready?” She could tell from his tone, he usually didn’t bother to ask. But he was going easy on her.
“Y-yes Sir.”
The lash fell. The sting was excruciating. Also excruciating, the roll of the ball over her clit. She hissed in a breath.
“Count for me Bella.”
“One.”
The vibrator in her cunt, which had been keeping up a nice steady rhythm, slowly but surely driving her close r and closer to orgasm, suddenly stopped. Then started. Then stopped again.
Then it set up an agonizing uneven cadence. She nearly went out of her mind.
But there was no time to focus on that. Because the next lash fell.
“Bella?”
His voice was sharp, but from far, far away.
“Two.”
And another.
“Three.”
And another.
“Four.”
How many? How many could she take? With each lash the heat grew. The tantalizing roll against her clit, the agonizing uneven throb in her dripping pussy—
And then, all of a sudden, she realized a new danger.
The cream in her cunt, her frantic clenches on that egg—it was starting to slip out.
God, no!
“Holt! Holt!”
“Say the word, Bella.”
“No. It’s not that. The egg. It’s slipping out!”
“Don’t drop it, Bella. If you drop it, you will earn another punishment.”
She nearly snarled at him. God damn it. She couldn’t hold it in. She couldn’t…
The lash fell again and she forgot to count. He had to prompt her. “Five.” And then, “Six!”
The pattern of vibrations deep inside changed again. And again. Her pulse pounded against that damn 8-ball. Lash after lash fell, heating her ass, urging her forward, scraping her nipples against the felt. It was too much… It was too much… She couldn’t… She…
She came. Exploded. With a feral bellow, with the rumble of balls as they tumbled from her hands, with the dull thud of the egg as it hit the floor.
The 8-ball, however, she managed to save.
God was she incredible.
For a first- timer, she’d done so incredibly well. He suspected she might be a natural sub under that prickly exterior.
No. He knew it. And he’d known it for a while.
After she came, he soothed her, rubbing her red ass and stroking his fingers into her sopping cunt.
God, he wanted in here.
In a minute. He needed to give her a moment to recuperate.
When she was ready, he turned her over on the table and drew her swollen nipples into his mouth and sucked gently. “You were wonderful, Bella,” he murmured. “Just wonderful.”
“Was I?”
He thu mbed the tears from her cheeks. “Yes. You did very well.” He kissed her cheek. Her nose. Her lids. Peppered her with devotion as he continued to stroke her slit. She was so ready.
He was so ready.
So needy.
“Are you ready to continue?”
Her eyes widened. “C-continue?”
“I need you, Bella.”
“Hmm.” She murmured. “Am I still your slave?”
“If you want to be.”
“Maybe a bit longer.”
He chuckled. “I do have a powerful need.” He nudged his erection against her thigh. She attac ked the snap of his jeans with alacrity and then, when his cock sprang free, she licked her lips.
God help him.
But as much as he wanted a blow job from her at some point, this was not that point. What he wanted now, what he needed now, was to be in her.
He kissed her and eased her back on the table. She responded with a groan, but it was a groan of arousal. He eased himself between her legs and fisted his cock, pointing it in the direction it desperately wanted to go.
He nearly lost consciousness as he brushed her damp heat. His pulse pounded, his head ached, his body howled for release.
And then, just when he was about to plunge into heaven, she stiffened and pushed at him. “No Holt. Wait.”
“Umm
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