Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I give a shuddering moan at the thought of him using it to whip my pussy, but I doubt that’s what he has in mind. He’s already had his fill of that. He said I have beautiful skin that he can’t wait to mark. I suspect this won’t be the last thing he'll use on me, but it’s certainly going to leave a mark.
The leather swishes quickly through the air, and it’s followed by a burning blow to my backside that seems to make the world blur around me despite the blindfold. Nothing exists but the intense sting of the riding crop against my ass, and inside, I plead with Robert to slap the other cheek just as hard. I get my wish only a moment later, another quick swish followed by an explosive jolt of pain and pleasure that makes me wetter than I’ve ever been.
I can’t take anymore. But as the pain turns into pleasurable heat, I realize I can.
11
ROBERT
Goldie moans and leans into me, fighting back involuntary sobs. Between the few shaking breaths she’s managed, she gives a half-moaned, strained whisper.
“More.”
“Oh, Goldie.” My voice sounds almost wistful, so taken with her defiant submission, but then I’m back and even more dominant. “I shouldn’t let you get away with being so bold. Maybe I need to show you who makes the decisions.”
She shakes her head—more defiant—and my large hands grip her waist once again, lifting her from my lap. I place her so she’s kneeling on the bed, and I reach for the pulley system above her. I’m going to bind her by the wrists, standing on the bed. She trembles with anticipation as soon as she feels me binding her hands together, a slow cranking sound accompanying her ascent.
When I’ve finished, she’s standing comfortably on the bed but can’t move far without finding herself swinging by the wrists.
“That’s better, Goldie. Look at your beautiful body. It almost seems wrong to mark it.” I laugh in a way that sounds unsettling even to my ears and she whimpers, squeezing her legs together. Like this, her submission is perfect, and it draws out the beast in me, the sweet cruelty that crouches behind my everyday façade.
A quick swish through the air makes her gasp out in anticipation of the pain, but nothing comes. It’s a decidedly different swish from the one the riding crop made—much sharper, higher pitched. The slender wooden cane is light and long in my hands. It’ll hardly take anything to mark her skin beautifully with it. The tension is almost as sweet as the stinging stripes I'm about to deliver.
I walk around to her front and release the clamps from her sweet nipples with delicate care. They’re red and as hard as diamonds, and I can’t resist leaning in to take one of them into my mouth. I suck eagerly, using just the tip of my finger to touch her clit. It’s peeking out, straining for contact, red, and engorged from the spanking. She moans, pushing her hips forward, but I withdraw my finger and mouth. She has no self-control left in her. I’ve wiped her clean.
I wrap one arm around her firmly, keeping her in place as I kiss and suck both her breasts, moving between them frequently, unable to decide which pleases me more. The cane moves slowly over her back and ass, and I give a few tentative taps now and then, teasing the pain that I could wield at any moment but too focused on her pleasure. I’m completely enraptured by the hard, whimpering moans I draw from her as I stimulate her nipples.
I pull away with some reluctance and take a long breath, my voice shaking as I speak. “You’re marked enough for today, beautiful.”
She nods quickly, but I can’t be sure if it’s because she’s had enough punishment or if she’s just desperate for the release that she’s obviously craving. The cane clatters to the floor, and the bed shifts as I get into place. My powerful hands grab her shapely legs, lifting them and placing them on my shoulders as I lean forward to kiss and lap at her pussy.
She’s so swollen, and she bucks against my mouth even as I keep the contact soft and teasing. She’s so wet that it coats my chin, and my lapping tongue makes slick noises against her flesh. Her pussy flutters, and her thighs clench. She’s so close. I push against the plug in her ass and lap a little harder, and she comes, her body straining against the rope that’s around her wrists. She groans long and loud, her head lolling, but I carry on licking and licking, sensing that it’ll get more intense than she can cope with, but it’s her punishment.
Eventually, I pull back. “You came without my permission,” I murmur, pressing my mouth against her warm, soft stomach. “Next time, you need to do better.”