Page 9 of Past and Present

"Suck," he commanded.

"Let's get you on this cross properly," he said as he bent to pull something out of his bag.

"Leg's spread, arms up, eyes closed. You open them and I pull out the blind fold and I've got some fresh ginger in my bag."

Ginger on her naughty bits was one of his favorite punishments, so he often kept the stuff in his toy bag.

She quickly obeyed to avoid the painful punishment, squeezing her eyes tight.

“Will you blindfold me please, Sir?” she asked after a moment.

He chuckled. “Good girl.”

Soft cloth settled over her eyes and he tied the material in a knot behind her head.

Something scratchy rubbed against her wrists. It wasn't a sensation she was familiar with. Was it a new type of rope? The sensation felt too much like bristles and was too stiff to be coconut rope, but it was scratchy in a similar way.

She was glad she’d asked for the blindfold now. There was no way should be able to resist taking a peek at what he was doing. The material wrapped around her wrist a few times and lashed it to the cross she was leaned against. The process was repeated on all four limbs, forcing her to keep her legs spread wide against the wooden frame.

"Twelve or Sixty-Six?" Lance asked in her ear when he finished tying her to the cross.

It was a trick question, she knew it. There would be no right answer. Was he giving her the option of twelve of something or sixty-six of something else?" There was really no way to know. She just had to go with her gut.

"Both?" she questioned hesitantly.

His hands skimmed down her hips, causing her to sigh as her nipples pebbled.

"Pick one."

"Twelve," she said, squeezing her eyes even tighter.

"Twelve it is," he said.

Then he stepped away from her and she had to fight the urge once more to open her eyes.

His thick hand palmed her pussy, causing her to jump a moment later.

Then his mouth came down on one nipple and he sucked hard. When he pulled away, was bucking against her bonds.

A clamp closed around her engorged nipple and she cried out. It felt different from other times. Like something was hanging from it. Was he using weighted clamps? She'd seen some in the Solitaire gift shop, but she'd never used them before. His mouth covered her other nipple and his tongue swirled around the sensitive nub as he sucked equally hard. She bit her lip and let her head fall back against the padded headrest on the cross.

Another clamp closed around her nipple. There was definitely some kind of weight hanging off the pair.

"That's four," he said almost to himself as he stepped away.

Four? Four what? Marissa hated being in the dark. She wanted to know what he was up to.

He tugged on the chain between her clamps and she cried out as a flood of moisture flooded her pussy.

"I think we need a little more restraint," he said. She could hear him rummaging around in his bag.

Something wrapped around her waist and he stepped behind the cross to tie off whatever it was.

"Halfway there," he murmured. "I think we can get through the other six with orgasms." He pressed himself against her as he spoke into her ear. "Think you can come six times for me?"

"Yes, Sir," she moaned as he slipped a hand between their bodies and slid a finger into her soaked opening.

Something cool came to rest against her pussy a moment later and pushed inside her. "Glass dildo?" she asked, enjoying the sensation as he pumped it in and out of her.

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