Page 77 of Objection
“Breathe.” In. Out.
The sharp strike of the crop against the smooth underside of her breast. The thudding hit of a full flogger against the fullness of her wet pussy.
Her head hung down, weightless and lost in sensation.
“Breathe for me, princess.” In. Out.
“It is my job to torment you,” I reminded, slipping the egg-shaped vibrator inside her pussy, up against her g-spot. I held it there as the rhythm began, swelling into great sweeping speeds and falling to teasing light vibrations that had her aching and begging for more.
“It is my job to torment you,” I spoke again, against the shell of her ear, as I walked around her body, taking in each part of her form and gauging any issues that may be present.
The toy played inside her as I brought my lips to her clit, wrapping around the swollen nub and letting my tongue flick against her until she cried out.
“Sir! Please, oh God, please!”
I chuckled, moving away with a long, slow suck.
A swat of the crop against her swollen nub and her scream echoed around the room.
The leather falls of the flogger trailing lightly over her breasts and stomach had her sighing.
“It is my job, Posey, to guide you.”
My fingers slid inside her wet heat, pushing the vibrator against her spot harder. With the other hand, I flipped the switch on the Hitachi wand and held it against her exposed clit.
Her entire body arched within her bonds and her primal cry of need rang against every wall, pulling me into her deeper.
The web of seduction we wove tightened, intensified.
“Hold it, princess. Don’t cum until I allow it.”
Her body begged, her mouth cried, and my pride for her swelled beyond measure.
“Sir,” she begged. God, she was exquisite.
“Not yet, sweet girl. Just a little longer.”
My fingers pressed against her spot, pushing the vibrator against it.
Push. Push. Release.
Push. Push. Release.
“Just a little longer.”
Faster.
Harder.
“My sweet girl.”
Again, and again.
“Almost there.”
Push. Push. Release. Push. Push. Release.
“Five.”
