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grumbled.
Kate poked her tongue out and attempted to bring her fingers to her mouth, but his strong grip didn’t allow her to. He swiftly pulled her hand down and fumbled with the cuffs before securing one of her hands to the shackles. She softly giggled at his mishandling of the restraint and Sawyer’s eyes shot up to hers.
“You only get to laugh at me once,” he snarled, staring directly into her eyes.
With the speed and agility of a man who meant his words, he strapped her other wrist down purposefully, cinching the cuff to an appropriate but secure fit, and tugging on the restraint to test its stability causing Kate to gasp out at his harsh, sudden movement. The smile quickly faded from her face and one side of Sawyer’s mouth curled upwards.
“I’m a fast learner, Kate,” he smirked.
Kneeling in front of her, the smell of Kate’s musky perfume and pussy wafted past his nose, urging him forward, and Sawyer felt the sudden impulse to tease her. He leaned down and licked the inside of her thigh just above her knee while his hands secured her ankles. She closed her eyes and whimpered as Sawyer nibbled his way up the inside of her thigh, thrusting her hips forward the closer Sawyer got to her pussy.
“Lick me… more,” she demanded, her voice breathy and needy.
He didn’t like being told what to do, even if he was new at it. “You’ll get more when I see fit,” he stood boldly.
Her red glossed lips formed a perfect pout and he began to wonder how they would feel wrapped around his cock. He moved back to the table and with Dylan’s assistance, decided on a bit of sensual torture for the brazen submissive. Sawyer decided first to instruct her to keep her eyes closed, wondering how well she could follow instructions. She complied and he began by sweeping the feathers over her body. First over her nipples causing them to harden and then finishing them off by pulling them to a point with his fingers. Next, he dusted the feathers over her cheeks and Kate’s eyes popped open.
“ Tsk, tsk. I said closed,” he said smoothly with no expression on his face.
Kate’s mouth curved into a cynical frown. Standing back, his hands fell to his side. He meant what he said. When he stood motionless glaring at her, she gave in and closed her eyes. Dylan then handed him the tawse next and Sawyer began to slap the stiff leather over the tops of her breasts and thighs, pinking up her skin.
He liked the way it felt in his hands; firm and unyielding. It would be too easy for him to get overambitious with his efforts and he worried he might be delivering too hard of blows, so before he continued, he asked “Color?”
“Green. Keep going.”
Damn if Kate, aka Sam, wasn’t a challenging submissive.
“Flick your wrist more, Morrison. Even if you’re not a sadist, it’s good to remember that pleasure can originate from pain. You just need to moderate the amount of pressure delivered based on what you’re trying to achieve. Do you have anything to add, Isa?” Dylan looked over his shoulder.
“Just that a ftercare is a requirement, not an option, especially after an intense scene.”
Sawyer paused, contemplating both of their instructions. He had to trust what Dylan was telling him and believe that he wouldn’t steer him in the wrong direction, and neither would Isabel.
Kate writhed, her skin squeaking against the leather and her breathing becoming louder as he flicked his wrist with his next delivery. Beads of sweat began to build on his temples as he paced around her, flicking the tawse in rhythm with the music that Isabel had picked, Breathe by Breaking Benjamin. It was a good choice and the deep bass began to vibrate underneath his feet, sending shock waves to his ball sack and making the experience more arousing.
Kate was doing a good job of keeping her eyes closed until Sawyer moved to the table to grab his next tool. He looked over his shoulder to see one of her eyes open, peeking at him. How hard
Kate poked her tongue out and attempted to bring her fingers to her mouth, but his strong grip didn’t allow her to. He swiftly pulled her hand down and fumbled with the cuffs before securing one of her hands to the shackles. She softly giggled at his mishandling of the restraint and Sawyer’s eyes shot up to hers.
“You only get to laugh at me once,” he snarled, staring directly into her eyes.
With the speed and agility of a man who meant his words, he strapped her other wrist down purposefully, cinching the cuff to an appropriate but secure fit, and tugging on the restraint to test its stability causing Kate to gasp out at his harsh, sudden movement. The smile quickly faded from her face and one side of Sawyer’s mouth curled upwards.
“I’m a fast learner, Kate,” he smirked.
Kneeling in front of her, the smell of Kate’s musky perfume and pussy wafted past his nose, urging him forward, and Sawyer felt the sudden impulse to tease her. He leaned down and licked the inside of her thigh just above her knee while his hands secured her ankles. She closed her eyes and whimpered as Sawyer nibbled his way up the inside of her thigh, thrusting her hips forward the closer Sawyer got to her pussy.
“Lick me… more,” she demanded, her voice breathy and needy.
He didn’t like being told what to do, even if he was new at it. “You’ll get more when I see fit,” he stood boldly.
Her red glossed lips formed a perfect pout and he began to wonder how they would feel wrapped around his cock. He moved back to the table and with Dylan’s assistance, decided on a bit of sensual torture for the brazen submissive. Sawyer decided first to instruct her to keep her eyes closed, wondering how well she could follow instructions. She complied and he began by sweeping the feathers over her body. First over her nipples causing them to harden and then finishing them off by pulling them to a point with his fingers. Next, he dusted the feathers over her cheeks and Kate’s eyes popped open.
“ Tsk, tsk. I said closed,” he said smoothly with no expression on his face.
Kate’s mouth curved into a cynical frown. Standing back, his hands fell to his side. He meant what he said. When he stood motionless glaring at her, she gave in and closed her eyes. Dylan then handed him the tawse next and Sawyer began to slap the stiff leather over the tops of her breasts and thighs, pinking up her skin.
He liked the way it felt in his hands; firm and unyielding. It would be too easy for him to get overambitious with his efforts and he worried he might be delivering too hard of blows, so before he continued, he asked “Color?”
“Green. Keep going.”
Damn if Kate, aka Sam, wasn’t a challenging submissive.
“Flick your wrist more, Morrison. Even if you’re not a sadist, it’s good to remember that pleasure can originate from pain. You just need to moderate the amount of pressure delivered based on what you’re trying to achieve. Do you have anything to add, Isa?” Dylan looked over his shoulder.
“Just that a ftercare is a requirement, not an option, especially after an intense scene.”
Sawyer paused, contemplating both of their instructions. He had to trust what Dylan was telling him and believe that he wouldn’t steer him in the wrong direction, and neither would Isabel.
Kate writhed, her skin squeaking against the leather and her breathing becoming louder as he flicked his wrist with his next delivery. Beads of sweat began to build on his temples as he paced around her, flicking the tawse in rhythm with the music that Isabel had picked, Breathe by Breaking Benjamin. It was a good choice and the deep bass began to vibrate underneath his feet, sending shock waves to his ball sack and making the experience more arousing.
Kate was doing a good job of keeping her eyes closed until Sawyer moved to the table to grab his next tool. He looked over his shoulder to see one of her eyes open, peeking at him. How hard
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