Page 20 of Turn Me On
She bristled in anticipation, shifting slightly on the bench.
I struck her ass with a quick flick and she jumped. “Breathe through it. Remember, you can use your safewords to tell me where you’re at.”
She nodded.
I struck her again, lower this time, right on the ample curve of her backside. The sound reverberated through the room and went straight to my cock.
“More,” she directed.
I snapped it on the other cheek and her ass tensed for a few seconds before relaxing. I flicked her again. And again. And again.
“Fuck,” she cried out, pulling against the straps on her wrists.
“Colour?” I asked, my cock now at half-mast.
“Green.”
The red welts on her ass looked like violent lipstick stains. “What are we at, babe?”
“Six,” she exhaled.
“How many more?” I said, low andcontrolled, stroking myself lazily with my free hand.
“Four.”
“That’s right, pretty girl. Count them out for me,” I commanded.
Pulling back ever so slightly, I snapped the crop against her soft, milky skin again, and it rippled under the leather tip.
“Seven.”
Again.
She gasped.“Eight.”
I swung the crop back to her other cheek and struck hard. She wailed out aninebefore I landed the last slap.
“Ten.”
Always so tough, even when she didn’t need to be. I stepped forward and ran my hands over her ass, soothing the angry marks gently with my palms, rubbing out the hurt. I teased the tip of my cock at her asshole, circling it around the tight ring.
“Do you need a break?” I murmured.
“No.” She inhaled through her nose and blew the breath out slowly through her lips. “No, I’m good. That feels good.”
“Mm,” I hummed, crossing to the bed andtossing the crop on top. I opted for the bamboo cane next.
Rigidity was important when it came to impact play. The more flexible the cane, the more sting it created. This bamboo had a decent amount of flexibility, meaning it had less of a firm, intense sensation and more of a bite.
My favourite thing to do with a cane was strike the back of her thighs. She was cushioned there, and her skin billowed under each slap. With every hit, the most gorgeous red line was left on her flesh, forming tiger stripes all the way down her thigh. My wild animal. My woman.
This time, I didn’t ask her if she was good to go. I just struck.
“Fucking hell,” she moaned, burying her head in the cushioned surface of the bench. “Does it always hurt that much?”
I chuckled, dick fully hard with the sound of that last little moan. “You tell me.”
“Maybe after this, I do a little impact play on you. Thenyoucan tellme,” she quipped.
