Alex reached for her nipples, pinching them and rolling them until they were pebbled and swollen. Then he lifted a set of nipple clamps from the table and carefully fastened each one in place, a connecting chain swinging between them.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, dragging a fingernail across each hard bud. “Now. On the spanking bench. Immediately.”
Liz moved to the padded bench and lay on it face down, careful to place her breasts into the openings made for them. She stretched out her arms and legs and waited with an edge of burning expectancy as Alex locked fleece-lined cuffs, first around her wrists and then around her ankles. His warm palm traveled the length of her body from her neck to her ankles, slowly caressing every inch of her flesh. Gooseflesh rose in its wake, evidence of the growing need inside her.
Alex trailed his fingers through the crevice between the cheeks of her ass, the tip of one finger just tracing the puckered opening.
“I love your ass, Elizabeth. I get hot just looking at it.” He came to stand in front of her so his crotch was directly in line with her face. There was no mistaking the bulge pressing against the fabric. His cock was definitely swollen. A lot.
She licked her lips and he laughed. “You’d like my cock in your mouth, wouldn’t you? And I want the same thing. But not yet.”
He walked around her, his hand mapping the curves of her body again. She could tell when he moved away, towards the table that held the toys. Then he was back and she felt the coolness of gel against her anus, followed by the intrusion of his finger into that dark tunnel. She sucked in her breath as electricity crackled through her, straight to her nipples and pussy and jolting the blood racing in her veins.
A second finger joined the first, massaging the lube into her tissues. She bit her lip when he withdrew, needing that feeling inside her. But in another moment, the familiar pressure of the plug pushed against her opening. Push, push, push. The tissues stretched and expanded to accommodate the object. Then it was all the way inside, and another gush of fluid seeped from her pussy.
Alex trailed his hand between her thighs, finding her wetness. His laugh was totally erotic.
“Just the way I like you. Soaking wet. Ready to begin?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Please, please, please.
She was already in subspace, craving the act of discipline that would arouse her to an intense level of hunger. She didn’t have long to wait. Seconds later, she felt the familiar strips of the suede flogger travel over her skin, the backs of her thighs, her ass, even her shoulders.
“You have no idea how it excites me to see the kiss of the flogger on your flesh, Elizabeth. When have received the require number of strokes I’ll let you see just how much. But flogging first. Always. Just so we remember who’s in charge. Right?”
“Right, Sir. Yes.”
Get on with it, get on with it, get on with it.
Liz worked to hold herself still while Alex moved the flogger slowly over her again. When she felt the first satisfying lash, she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out with pleasure.
“Ten strokes,” he reminded her. “Just like always.”
Again, the leather fell, slapping the backs of her thighs, her calves, her upper back, and finally on her ass. Her skin burned with the heat of it, a heat that flashed through her entire body. Her clit was so swollen and needy, she wanted to beg for relief, but that, of course, was the point. When he reached the count of ten, she almost wanted to pleased with him to continue.
“Only ten,” he reminded her, as if reading her mind. “But we’re far from finished.” More movement, then he was back in front of her, the padded paddle in his hand. “And ten with this, my lovely sub. Are you ready?”
She nodded.
“Good. Very good.”
Thwack!
Liz jumped as the leather-covered wood landed on her thighs. Once, Twice. Then on each globe of her buttocks. Alex was always careful not to strike the plug directly but it didn’t matter. Her ass was so alive with fire she felt every inch of the toy lodged inside her.
Seven? Eight?
She had lost track, tumbling through subspace, so aroused her orgasm was already gathering deep inside her.
“Don’t come, Elizabeth,” Alex warned, knowing her body so well. “If you come without my permission you’ll have to be punished again.”
Yes. No.
She couldn’t even make up her mind what she wanted more.
“Ten.” The last stroke fell with additional force.
Then Liz felt his lips brush her burning ass, kissing the marks she knew were there. The sensations it caused were so intense she tried to lift herself up to him, but she was locked into place, stretched out. Barely able to move.
She heard the whisper of fabric, a clunk, another one. Hands cupped her cheeks, and when she opened her eyes, she was staring directly at Alex’s thick, hard cock.
“Open,” he said, his thumbs at the corners of her lips.
She opened her mouth wide enough for him to slide his shaft inside. In this position, she could only take him so deep, but she loved the slide of him along her tongue, the taste of his flesh, the thickness of the little bead of fluid that seeped from the slit.
Alex held her head firmly in place as he fucked her mouth with a slow in and out movement, back and forth, and all the while, she worked to tamp down the climax that wanted to break free.
She was both bereft and relieved when Alex pulled away from her. In the next moment, he was unfastening the manacles and helping her off the spanking bench. He guided her to the bed and urged her onto it.
“Knees,” he ordered.
She obediently dropped to her hands and knees, quivering with the eagerness of what was coming next. Pillows slid beneath her to prop her in place. Foil crinkled, then he was kneeling behind her and his latex coated shaft was probing at the entrance to her cunt. Hands gripped her hot buttocks, pinching the places she knew were striped as Alex pushed steadily into her wet tunnel. Between the plug and his cock she was incredibly full, incredibly stretched. And her clit begged for attention.
Alex leaned forward and licked her spine. “I know you want me to touch that hot little button, but I think this time I’ll make you do it. Touch yourself, Elizabeth. Stroke your clit. Now. Do it.”
She slipped one hand past the pillows between her thighs and found the throbbing nub. With a sigh of relief, she rubbed it with two fingers, stroking, stroking, as Alex began to fuck her harder and harder. He worked one hand beneath her to grab the chain linking the nipple clamps, pulling on it with each thrust of his shaft. More, more, more. Harder, harder, harder.
“Not yet,” he warned. “I’ll tell you when.”
Liz had to grit her teeth to hold back, but Alex was in control here. At exactly the moment, she was sure she wouldn’t be able to hold off anymore, he shouted, “Now!”
Yanking harder on the chain, he drove into her, his hand tightening on her hips, his body stiffening. Liz exploded as he poured his release into her, every muscle and nerve in her body dancing, clenching, spasming, while the walls of her pussy milked his cock.
At last, he released the chain and fell forward on her, catching his weight on his hands. They stayed there in that position, slick skin glued to slick skin, lungs dragging for air, hearts thundering, for what seemed forever to Liz. Finally Alex withdrew from her body and stood. She heard him move around to dispose of the condom, then felt his hands at her ass, removing the plug. And finally he helped her off the bed and onto her feet. He removed the nipple clamps with practiced care, laving each bud with his tongue as pain shot through them.
He lifted his head and smiled at her. “Very good. Very, very good.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she breathed.