Page 15 of Stripping the Sub
She felt spread out. Vulnerable. On edge.
This scene wasn’t anything like what she’d expected and it made her feel more alert all over, her senses heightened, constantly trying to anticipate what he was going to do and never managing it. She’d been expecting something like her scene with Andrew.
She was left off balance, but she was also more turned on, more into the scene than she’d felt during a scene in months. Maybe years.
Michael’s hand slapped against the underside of her breast, over the welt he’d just laid down with the crop, and she cried out, arching upwards. His hand felt hot on her sensitized skin, rougher than before, uncomfortable just from contact, and she finally understood what he’d been doing with the rough cloth. It hadn’t hurt when he’d been rubbing her with it, but it made her so sensitized that everything else he was doing now hurt more. His hand lifted and came down on her other breast, rubbing and squeezing the same way, and Ellie writhed.
The sensations assaulting her were confusing and arousing. Her ass was full, uncomfortable, and just the memory of the long, slow slide of the plug into her made her feel breathless. It hadn’t hurt enough to make her say ‘red’ but the long burn had been completely new to her while the slow filling had made her pussy throb.
Now, her breasts were beginning to burn too, as he lay down another streak of fire across the tops of her breasts, and followed it up with slaps and more rubbing.
Her ass was full, throbbing, and burning with discomfort. Her breasts were tender, tingling, and licked with fire. But her pussy, her needy, quivering pussy, was left quiet and empty.
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
Michael started to rain little strikes down across her breasts and stomach, using just the leather flap on the end of the crop, and Ellie arched as she fisted her hands by her head. Not being bound actually made it harder not to move as the little, stinging slaps bit into her flesh, sparking pain with every blow.
The sudden start of vibrations in her ass had her hips jerking upwards, and she cried out as her anus spasmed and tightened around the plug, making it feel even larger as it buzzed inside of her. Her pussy throbbed, emptier and needier than ever.
“Please,” she begged, arching her back but otherwise managing to hold the rest of her body in place. “Please… more…”
The small strikes of pain mixed with her growing pleasure, adding to her need as the pressure inside of her began to build.
“More?” Michael asked, with a sadistic smirk as he laid down the crop. “More here?”
Ellie nearly screamed with frustration and the explosion of pain and pleasure as his hands closed over her breasts and roughly caressed. Her sensitive skin flared and burned at his hot touch, the welts throbbing and stinging. When his fingers closed over her nipples and pinched hard, crushing the tiny buds like tight clamps, she cried out as she nearly orgasmed from that alone. Her pussy convulsed, so empty, so needy… stimulated only by the vibrations in her ass.
“Please,” she begged breathlessly, practically tearful from the aching need to orgasm. She was so close… so very, very close. “Please whip my pussy.”
Leaning over her, Michael brushed his lips over hers, very gently, a complete contrast to the way his hands were mauling her aching breasts. “As you wish.”
Even when he released her breasts, they didn’t stop hurting. Blood rushed back into her crushed nipples, the lingering ache of his roughness tingled on her skin, and the cool air felt even colder against the warmth of her skin. Her knees fell to the side, opening her even further, as he moved down to the other end of the desk, picking up the small whip on the way.
“Very pretty, Ellie,” Michael said approvingly. His free hand caressed her ankle and calf, warm and gentle. She closed her eyes for just a moment, taking in all the sensations, feeling every inch of her body, her ass tightening around the plug inside of it.
Pain and pleasure exploded as tiny rubber strands snapped against her pussy lips and clit. She cried out, her knees involuntarily coming together.
“Open, Ellie,” Michael said, his voice firm as his hand slid up her calf, exerting pressure to make her legs fall open again.
She obeyed, her hips tilting to offer her pussy up for more abuse.
Her body arched and writhed as the whip landed again on her most tender parts, her pussy and ass spasming. The vibrations in her ass felt more intense than ever… she was so close to cumming…
Another snap of rubber tendrils stung her lips and clit, and she cried out… and then screamed as Michael’s hot mouth suddenly closed over her abused clit. He sucked hard, and Ellie’s orgasm went from good to overwhelmingly intense in a heartbeat. She sobbed as her body pulsed, bringing her hands down to tangle them in Michael’s hair as his tongue flicked against her swollen clit.
It was the most satisfying orgasm she’d had in months.
******
Taking long, slow licks of Ellie’s creamy slit as she came down from her orgasm, Michael adjusted his cock in his pants, trying to keep his fantasies under control. Tonight was about her, not about him.
Keep her coming back for more.
Hopefully.
He shut off the vibrator in her ass, letting it go quiet. Although, he wasn’t going to remove it. He wanted to send her home with it.
When she let out a long sigh and her hands relaxed in his hair, Michael reluctantly straightened. The tart, sweet taste of her filled his mouth, and it was all too easy to imagine grasping her by the hips and pulling her to the edge of the desk so he could fuck her senseless while sharing the taste of her cream with her.
