it.
“Can
you do it gentler, maybe?”
He’d
responded by leaning underneath to kiss them, which had her moaning within
seconds. When he resumed with the crop, he merely tapped them, which she loved.
But on her ass he was showing no mercy because that she liked a lot.
Each
strike built on the previous one until her ass was on fire, but at the same
time, her arousal was insane. She was so ready to come again it wasn’t funny.
Blaine alternated using the crop on her nipples and ass with caresses over her
wet pussy, her breasts, and her sore ass cheeks, until she writhed on the bench
so much he told her to be careful she didn’t slip off.
She
had no idea anything could feel so decadent and delicious at the same time. The
more he hit her, the more she wanted. He rubbed his cock against her ass crack,
and Colleen cried out loudly. “I need you inside me.”
His
soft chuckle told her that wasn’t going to happen nearly as quickly as she
wanted it to. “We’ll get there, baby. Patience.”
She
wasn’t blindfolded this time, so when she heard his footsteps pad softly away
from the bench, she turned her head to admire his tight ass walk toward the
wall of toys. Holding her breath, she watched him pluck various whips and
floggers off the hooks, swing them through the air at imaginary targets, then
replace them. She couldn’t see his face, but she could feel the indecision in
his body language.
Did
he know she was watching him? Was his dog and pony show part of the mind game?
This entire experience was so damn sexy she could hardly stand it. Were all the
Weathermen like this, or only Blaine?
He
finally picked up a flogger she swore was made of chain mail, turned to find
her watching him, and grinned. He swung it a few times, and her jaw fell open
at the tinkling metallic sound it make. “What do you think? It’s even better
cold, but I don’t want to take the time to put it in the freezer for a while.”
She
swallowed hard. “Will it cut me?”
The
look on his face nearly stopped her heart. He’d never hurt her. She suddenly
understood that in a way she hadn’t before. This wasn’t about pain. He hadn’t
merely said that earlier. He wanted her to get intense pleasure out of this as
well.
“Oh,
God no. I’d never do that to you, unless of course you wanted me to. Even then,
it’s not really my thing. Any flogger can open the skin if used wrong, and some
are made to do so on purpose. This particular one won’t cut you, but it will
sting like crazy with even the slightest touch.”
She
tried to see her own ass by lifting her head and glancing over her shoulder,
but couldn’t. “Am I bruised already?”
Blaine
walked toward her, gently swishing the flogger and back and forth at his side.
“No, but you are nice and red.”
“I’d
love for you to try that thing on me.”
He
brushed it across her ass cheeks, and she shivered. Tiny jolts of electricity
shot straight to her clit as he swung it once. He didn’t hit her very hard, but
she definitely felt the nasty sting. She could imagine how being struck with it
while he was using more force would be very painful, but at the same time, she
wanted to experience it. Just once.
Blaine
brushed a finger along her ass crack. “What do you think?”
Colleen
moaned as much from the gesture as the sexy tone in his voice. “Hit me with it
harder. I want to know what it really feels like.”
She
heard his soft intake of breath. “How many times?”
“Once.
Just once.”
He
slipped a finger into her pussy from behind and she cried out, contracting the
walls around his digit. “Only once, Colleen?” Oh, he doesn’t play fair at all ! “Are you sure you won’t let me
give you three swats with it?”
“In
a row?”
He
withdrew his finger and slipped two inside. Then he teased her clit with his
thumb. This man knew exactly what he
was doing. Her breathing grew rapid as the climax that had been building for
the past half hour poised, right on the
“Can
you do it gentler, maybe?”
He’d
responded by leaning underneath to kiss them, which had her moaning within
seconds. When he resumed with the crop, he merely tapped them, which she loved.
But on her ass he was showing no mercy because that she liked a lot.
Each
strike built on the previous one until her ass was on fire, but at the same
time, her arousal was insane. She was so ready to come again it wasn’t funny.
Blaine alternated using the crop on her nipples and ass with caresses over her
wet pussy, her breasts, and her sore ass cheeks, until she writhed on the bench
so much he told her to be careful she didn’t slip off.
She
had no idea anything could feel so decadent and delicious at the same time. The
more he hit her, the more she wanted. He rubbed his cock against her ass crack,
and Colleen cried out loudly. “I need you inside me.”
His
soft chuckle told her that wasn’t going to happen nearly as quickly as she
wanted it to. “We’ll get there, baby. Patience.”
She
wasn’t blindfolded this time, so when she heard his footsteps pad softly away
from the bench, she turned her head to admire his tight ass walk toward the
wall of toys. Holding her breath, she watched him pluck various whips and
floggers off the hooks, swing them through the air at imaginary targets, then
replace them. She couldn’t see his face, but she could feel the indecision in
his body language.
Did
he know she was watching him? Was his dog and pony show part of the mind game?
This entire experience was so damn sexy she could hardly stand it. Were all the
Weathermen like this, or only Blaine?
He
finally picked up a flogger she swore was made of chain mail, turned to find
her watching him, and grinned. He swung it a few times, and her jaw fell open
at the tinkling metallic sound it make. “What do you think? It’s even better
cold, but I don’t want to take the time to put it in the freezer for a while.”
She
swallowed hard. “Will it cut me?”
The
look on his face nearly stopped her heart. He’d never hurt her. She suddenly
understood that in a way she hadn’t before. This wasn’t about pain. He hadn’t
merely said that earlier. He wanted her to get intense pleasure out of this as
well.
“Oh,
God no. I’d never do that to you, unless of course you wanted me to. Even then,
it’s not really my thing. Any flogger can open the skin if used wrong, and some
are made to do so on purpose. This particular one won’t cut you, but it will
sting like crazy with even the slightest touch.”
She
tried to see her own ass by lifting her head and glancing over her shoulder,
but couldn’t. “Am I bruised already?”
Blaine
walked toward her, gently swishing the flogger and back and forth at his side.
“No, but you are nice and red.”
“I’d
love for you to try that thing on me.”
He
brushed it across her ass cheeks, and she shivered. Tiny jolts of electricity
shot straight to her clit as he swung it once. He didn’t hit her very hard, but
she definitely felt the nasty sting. She could imagine how being struck with it
while he was using more force would be very painful, but at the same time, she
wanted to experience it. Just once.
Blaine
brushed a finger along her ass crack. “What do you think?”
Colleen
moaned as much from the gesture as the sexy tone in his voice. “Hit me with it
harder. I want to know what it really feels like.”
She
heard his soft intake of breath. “How many times?”
“Once.
Just once.”
He
slipped a finger into her pussy from behind and she cried out, contracting the
walls around his digit. “Only once, Colleen?” Oh, he doesn’t play fair at all ! “Are you sure you won’t let me
give you three swats with it?”
“In
a row?”
He
withdrew his finger and slipped two inside. Then he teased her clit with his
thumb. This man knew exactly what he
was doing. Her breathing grew rapid as the climax that had been building for
the past half hour poised, right on the
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