a
beautiful shade of red. Maybe tonight I should double the strokes. What do you
think?”
Double? Holy hell.
“W-whatever Sir wishes,” she stuttered, even as the muscles
in her buttocks tightened.
“You know this ass is mine to do with as I wish. Right?”
“Yes.” She swallowed. “Sir.”
“Maybe I won’t give you a specific number. Let you wonder
when it will end.”
Thwack!
This time the strips of leather hit not only her inner thigh
but the now swollen lips of her pussy. The fiery pain leaped from her ass to
her knees to her pussy until it consumed her entire lower body. She could smell
her own musk as the liquid of her arousal gushed forth. Again and again he
applied the flogger, the intensity of the burn increasing every time the
leather slapped her skin. And still she wanted more.
Even as the sting continued to spread, she knew her pussy
dripped. Her clit throbbed and she ached with unfulfilled need.
When he stopped, she gave an involuntary cry.
No, don’t stop!
“No more for tonight. Not with the flogger.” One hand
coasted over her flaming-hot ass. “I always like to leave you needing more.” He
unlocked the handcuffs and helped her to her feet but left the blindfold in
place. “Submissive pose,” he ordered.
Awkwardly, still in those needle-thin heels, Fallon dropped
to her knees, hands behind her back.
“Open your mouth, girl. You know what I want.”
She certainly did, and wondered which of them actually got
the most pleasure from it. She opened for him eagerly, anticipating the taste
of his cock, the feel of it on her tongue, velvet-soft skin over a rod of
steel. When it came, she couldn’t hold back the hum of satisfaction. Just as
Cord gave her pleasure, it made her feel good to do the same for him. A
satisfaction she hadn’t felt with anyone else. She had never thought she’d love
sucking a man’s cock as much as she did Cord’s, but it seemed to fulfill
something deep inside her.
Her cheek brushed his thigh and she realized that at some
point he’d taken off the rest of his clothes. She wanted to lick the
hair-roughened skin but her mouth was too full with something more important.
“Suck,” he commanded.
She tightened her lips around the hard thickness of him and
hollowed her cheeks, pulling as hard as she could. The ropy vein that pumped
blood into his shaft pulsed against her tongue, and she licked it as she
continued to draw him deeper into her mouth.
His fingers gripped her head, moving it at one angle then
another to push himself deeper, always deeper. A slight nudge and he tilted her
head back so he could slide in even more. The head of his cock bumped the roof
of her mouth and slid down her throat. She could tell he was almost at the peak
of release, almost, almost, almost.
“God!” he shouted, his fingers digging into her scalp.
His entire body stiffened and he shot spurt after spurt into
her body. Fallon swallowed convulsively, determined not to lose a single drop.
It seemed to take forever before she felt a softening of his dick and a
loosening of his hold. Then he eased himself from her mouth, dragging the head
of his shaft across her lips.
He raised her slowly to her feet and removed the blindfold.
She teetered on her shoes, her legs wobbly, swallowing a sigh of relief when he
braced his hands on her shoulders. When she looked into his eyes, she saw the
twin flames of desire and satisfaction burning there.
“Better every time,” he told her. “Yes, girl. Better and
better.” He touched her lips with the tip of his tongue, catching any lingering
traces of his essence. “But my girl didn’t get to come.”
No. I didn’t. Would he make her wait? Oh god.
Please no.
The need inside her was so intense she was sure her entire
body would clench in on itself. She forced herself to wait patiently for
whatever came next.
He shifted one hand to cup her chin. “Every man at that
gathering tonight envied me. I saw how they looked at you. How they