Page 27 of Stripping the Sub
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Watching Ellie writhe in orgasm, her body bowing and thrashing, Michael pressed his free hand - his ungloved hand - against the front of his leathers, against his cock which was throbbing painfully. Fuck she was gorgeous. He rubbed her clit with his other hand, using firm circular motions to both rub in the tiny drop of pepper oil and to stimulate the sensitive bud.
The sensations of the oil would fade, although he’d use some olive oil at the end of the scene on her clit to soothe the effects of the hot pepper oil.
For now, he’d give her the whipping she’d requested.
Her pussy was soaked with juices, her clit hard and swollen, peeking out from between her puffy lips, and he could tell from the expressions on her face as he’d used the different oils that she hadn’t been expecting the effects to be so intense. Thankfully, Patrick kept the medical room fully stocked for the people who wanted to play. If Ellie wanted to play with chemicals again, there would be other options - even pervertibles at home like Tabasco sauce, toothpaste, and Icy Hot.
Pulling off his gloves, Michael tossed them in the trash can, enjoying watching Ellie pant and squirm as the oils worked on her without any need for further stimulation by him. She’d be burning, hot and cold, all over on her most sensitive parts, although the effects on her breasts were probably starting to fade a bit.
So he’d start there.
The leather strap he chose was like an old-fashioned Victorian tawse; about a foot and a half long including the handle, and it could be used for a thuddy or stinging sensation depending on how he wielded it. Standing to the side, he wasn’t going for anything too heavy, but the impact play would add to the hot warmth of the oil, and would particularly sting her budded nipples.
“What color are you, Ellie?”
“Green,” she said breathlessly, immediately, a bit of a plea in her voice.
Such a beautiful masochist.
WHAP!
She screamed as he brought down the leather strap across the top of her breasts, the blow surprising and paining her. Panting, she jerked at her restraints. Michael only gave her a moment, admiring how the tops of her breasts went from creamy to bright pink, before laying down a second stripe.
WHAP!
This time, he practically skimmed the leather along her stomach, landing it against the undersides of her breasts and making the large mounds shake and bobble.
Ellie sucked in a breath before crying out again, less noisy this time as she’d expected him to continue to torment her breasts.
WHAP!
The leather landed flat atop her nipples, biting down into the flesh of her breasts, and she screamed, arching upwards as the pain shuddered through her. Michael’s cock throbbed.
He wanted nothing more than to don a condom and shove himself into her creamy pussy, hands on her breasts, tormenting her even more as he pounded between her legs. The sensation of his body against her swollen, burning clit would only compound the pleasure for her.
Instead, he focused on whipping her breasts, ignoring his cock, as he turned her skin from cream, to pink, to an angry, bright red. It didn’t take long, using the wide leather strap, even if he wasn’t beating her full force, but the effort left both of them panting and horny. When he moved back down where Ellie’s legs were spread, he could see a small puddle of wet juices on the table beneath her, her labia were dark pink and slick with her cream, and her clit was bright red and completely erect.
She was temptation incarnate.
“Please, Master Michael, please, fuck me,” she started to beg, as if sensing his desire, his wavering resolve. Only the fact she’d called him Master Michael, rather than Michael, allowed him to keep his head.
Michael had noticed Ellie used calling all of the Doms by the honorific and their name as a tactic to distance herself from them. His name or Master was too intimate for her, apparently. Which sucked, but also helped him hold onto his self-control.
“Not tonight, Ellie.”
The chains on her wrist cuffs rattled as she jerked them angrily. “Dammit, it’s fine, just fuck me!”
Her sudden ascent into anger proved everything was definitely not fine. Whatever had happened before they came down here, it was still affecting her, and their first time was not going to happen when she wasn’t totally into the scene.
So Michael slapped his hand against her pussy, spanking the puffy lips. The wet sound cut off her angry begging, her honey clinging to his fingers when he pulled them away.
SMACK!
He slapped her pussy again, but this time, instead of pulling his fingers away, he kept them pressed against her wet flesh and rubbed. Ellie moaned as he did so. It was doubtful she was feeling much stimulation from the oils now, although she’d still be sensitive,
“Who is in charge, Ellie?” he asked softly, his voice laced with steel.
