Ah, yes. Your thighs are slick. I gather some of your obscene slickness on a finger, lift it. Clear as crystal and silky sleek. I hold my finger up so you can see.
“Look,” I say rising, then with you watching, I rub finger and thumb together, and pull them apart, a shining band forms.
Pressing myself against your naked back, I slide a hand around and you shift a little. Mmh closer to me. Taking a nipple between my slick digits, I use it to tease you, your nipple growing to its full solidity between my finger and thumb. I roll it gently. Reaching down between your spread legs, I stroke down over your slit, and then slip a finger inside you without resistance. Another and another. Ah, how ready you are, how hot that is. I slide them out of you, covered in your wetness.
Then, I place my fingertips just at the point where your stomach meets vulva and I hold you, pressing my entire hand and wrist against your slit, still teasing that hard little peak. You sigh, a gentle moan of a noise, disturbing the peace in the room.
This reminds me, you did not choose pleasure.
Reluctantly, I let your nipple go and drag my hand out from between your legs, slowly, knowing exactly what that’s doing to your already swollen clit. Fuck me, you’re soaked.
Spanking
You chose the flogger. But, god, I’ve been wanting to know what this feels like for the longest time. To be the one driving someone nuts, teasing them with the evidence of their own arousal. So, I smear it over your ass, stroking it in circles. I lift your cheeks with my hands and let them fall, enjoying the rippling waves this creates. Again and again I do this, making sure you’ll be feeling it across your whole vulva. I go on, and I’m patient, waiting, until you again give the smallest moan.
Leaning close again, so you feel me pressing against you, I whisper a word into your ear.
“Silence.”
Your body tenses.
Stepping back from you, I give your ass some bare-handed attention, ah god, so hot, how your ass ripples with every crack. I give you a couple of gentle slaps to your pussy and you go to your toes. Mmmh.
I pick up the flogger then, stroke it gently over you, letting you feel the velvety smoothness of the tails on your still wet ass. I stroke it up over your backbone to your neck. You shiver, and I wish I could see your tits right now. Mmmh. I lean close and bite your neck, sucking hard, marking you. The only physical mark you’ll walk away with, once you recover from this ordeal.
“I’m going to make you come so hard,” I whisper, just by your ear, “but first.”
Flogging
Stepping back, I swing the flogger. If this is your first time being flogged, you’re taking it beautifully. I’m not being gentle with you, your ass reddens quickly. But you hold fast to my command, not a sound do you make. I increase the speed ever so slightly, the cracks become louder in the room. And still you are silent.
You’re jumping now with every blow and I can see it’s becoming hard for you. Two more cracks, the hardest yet, and then I stop.
“Well done,” I say. Your whole body goes limp. “Turn around.”
You struggle, but you obey, turning until you’re facing me. You look really uncomfortable, standing there on your toes, your arms crossed over each other, cuffed over the door. I reach up and give you a tiny bit more slack on the cuffs and you come down to your feet. I wipe the tears from your cheeks and kiss your lips, a gentle, tender touch.
“Still with me?”
You nod, dazed but certain. And then you smile at me. Ruinous.
You look exquisitely wrecked. Your tits are stretched long, perfectly presented. Mmh, I flick your nipples with my fingers, a last little cruelty and you can’t help twisting away from me. Uhh, how hot that is.
The wand vibrator is on the table, that would have been your pleasure choice. But it can just as easily be a bitch of a toy. Picking it up, I ramp it up to its highest setting and touch it to your nipples. I do this until you give the slightest sigh of a moan, and you’re shifting your legs with your need to be touched. Your face is a picture, you did not mean to make that noise. You think I might deny you now. I can see it.
“It’s okay,” I tell you, giving you permission to speak again.
Owned
Then I press the wand to your clit, hard enough that you have to go onto your toes again. I twist and turn it, grinding it against you. Your orgasm approaches fast, your body taut. Just before you get close enough, I pull the wand away. You blow out the breath you were holding, it ruffles my hair.
Rubbing that sleekness all over your chest teasing you with the vibration, I press it hard against your tit and take the other nipple into my mouth. A long deep tease, that has you moaning again.
This time, when I press the wand against your slit, I do not let up. Your orgasm crashes through you, your whole body shuddering and juddering with your release. And I want you more now than I ever have.
You go limp against the wand, but I don’t remove it. You chose this. I want to rip another one out of you. So, I do. As you get close, goosebumps break out all over you, and then you come again, this time much harder than the first.
I ease the wand away, though not far. You’re shaking, limp in your cuffs. Your face is tear streaked, impossibly beautiful.
“Look at me,” I say.
It takes you a moment to drag your eyes away from the vibrator. But you manage.
I give you one final choice.
“Are you done, or mine for one more?”
You blink, swallow.
And then you answer me.
Once more I drive you over the edge.
As your whimpering subsides, I kiss your cheek, a tender thank you for the gift you’ve given.
“Next time,” I whisper, leaning close and pressing myself against you, “own me.”