Page 47 of Objection
I let her continue, her mouth wrapping around me as she began a rhythm that was so damn perfect.
“Enough,” I finally ground out, pulling her off of me and trying to not go weak-kneed at the pout she gave me. Holy hell, the woman could worship cock like a fucking goddess.
“You are far too good at that, baby,” I chuckled, helping her to her feet before pulling her to me, kissing her hard. Her lips opened to mine, and she melted against me.
My hands moved over her body, up her curves, down her spine and back again as I tasted her, sucking her lower lip into my mouth and biting it just a little harder than I should have. Her gasp made me growl.
“Arms out,” I whispered against her lips, nibbling the lower one a final time before grabbing the cuffs we had used last time and attaching them to her wrists.
I knelt down to secure the ankle cuffs, and… I just couldn’t help myself. I leaned forward, nuzzling my face into her core. My tongue found her clit quickly, and I had to hold on to her hips to keep her upright.
“Sir!” she gasped, and I growled into her heat.
“Just a quick taste, little one. I couldn’t help myself,” I explained, kissing a few points on her body as I stood again. I led her to a table that I had set up near the bed in the corner. The table was a standard massage table, but I had modified it to have places to secure and fasten a submissive to.
I turned her to face the table and bent her over it, moving around across from her to clip the cuffs into rings on the opposite side.
“You’re safe,” I reminded her, cupping her chin with a smile. “We are going to start off just like Saturday. Spanking. I will give you a warmup and this time, we are going to keep going. More than ten strikes. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” She took a deep, cleansing breath and spread her legs about shoulder width.
Beautiful.
My spanks came down softly at first, gently warming the skin of her thighs, ass, and hips. As the hue turned to a darker pink, I began. I counted in my head, making sure to watch each and every reaction.
“Sir!” she moaned, her head resting against the cool padded top of the table. She was already melting, and I had only been spanking for a few minutes. She seemed to enjoy pain; much more than I had anticipated. A sharp smack at a level eight would cause her to rise up on her toes, tense, and then melt on a sigh and a moan. It was glorious.
“Please!” She cried out, my strikes coming faster now.
“Please what?” I urged.
“Please don’t stop, Sir!” Her back arched after a harder hit. I could hear her nails scraping over the padded tabletop.
“Fuck yes!” I agreed, sliding my fingers down her ass and delving below to her sweet pussy. She was soaked, her inner thighs damp with her need. I brought my fingers to my lips to taste. “Delicious.”
“Oh fuck,” she whispered.
“What’s the matter?” I teased, knowing full well what the issue was.
“You just tasted me, Sir,” she explained, burying her face into the table with a small chuckle.
“Get used to that, little one. Your taste haunts me and makes me crave you constantly. My tongue will be between those lips all the time if I have it my way,” I snickered.
“Whatever Sir wants.” Her words may have been teasing, but they hit me like a freight train. God, she was such a natural.
“Time for a new toy. I will be using a heavy flogger. It’s thuddy, with very little sting. It will feel more like a backrub than anything, though when used hard it can add so much pressure it feels like it will knock the wind out of you.” I pulled the beautiful black and emerald green braided flogger from the tray, holding it up for her to see.
“The handle is beautifully hand woven, and the falls are elk leather. Very soft, very heavy. We will start slow.” I rounded back behind her, starting a rhythm with the flogger and moving it closer to her body until the falls lightly brushed against her skin in fast, circular motions.
“A little more now, yes?” I asked, watching her for any reactions.
“Yes, Sir.” I could hear the smile in her voice. I made the strikes harder, still quick paced little flicks of the flogger tips. When she wiggled back towards me, I knew I could ramp it up further. I changed my position, swinging the flogger in a serpentine pattern against her ass and thighs. My strikes hit harder, and harder, keeping the same rhythm as she melted for me again.
Her moans grew louder, her back arching deeper to push her ass towards me. Her body was literally begging for more. Time to make her mouth do the same.
“How does that feel, my beautiful toy.” I knew I was testing new waters both with the toy and the new pet name, but I wanted to see what she thought. It was good to have lots of words in your arsenal when working to completely destroy a submissive. In the best of ways, of course.
“So good, Sir,” she whined, pushing that curvy ass back into each strike.
