immediately.”
In a daze, Natalie nodded. Nothing happened for a moment.
Tanner turned on some soft music, in contrast with his stated intentions. She felt him behind her again. “Close your eyes,” he ordered.
He placed his hot hand on the fleshy part of her buttocks, admiring the contrast between the stark white of the satin corset and her rosy, pale skin. He may as well have touched her clit. Such was the effect of the feel of his hand. She closed her eyes.
Whap – a blow struck the soft part of her buttocks, and she yelped. The first blow was followed by a round of blows in a perfect rhythm. Natalie’s entire body became an instrument to be played, every nerve ending was raw. She expected pain and tensed, at first, to prepare.
If pain it was, it didn’t harm her. She was embarrassed to find out she enjoyed the whipping. Her own inner desires shocked her. She’d allowed Tanner so much liberty with her, yet it seemed there was no limit to her debasement.
No, she decided in a blinding realization, it was not debased. She knew from personal experience, sexual experiences she’d had with Tanner, over and over, that it was intense pleasure. So intense, that one could call it pain.
The pain she felt now was the swat of the bamboo cane. She knew her buttocks would be bright red after this punishment. What was she being punished for? For wanting Tanner…for driving him crazy with desire. Maybe that was it.
She’d never experienced pleasure that rivaled this pain. The two were confused in her mind. Each blow turned her on, more than the last. She craved more. She craved the next. It hurt so good. Each time the cane struck the fleshy part of her buttocks, a quick vibration pounded through her pussy, tightening her clit. The more Tanner spanked, the more the stimulation elevated.
Then, as quickly as it started, it stopped. The soft music continued to play, but the room was still. Her sobs echoed in the room. The overwhelming sensation of the torture had filled her eyes with tears of emotional release.
She felt Tanner put his hands under her, guiding her to stand up. He turned her toward him and placed one warm hand on her burning flesh, and with the other, he unlaced the corset, loosening it so it could slide off.
She looked up at Tanner, and saw some emotion in his eyes she couldn’t define. She didn’t need to. He was as ripped apart by this sensual experience as she was. His hard, swollen, achy cock pressed against her bare skin, attesting to how electrifying it had been for him to make her submit. And she’d done so willingly. And would do so again.
He kissed her softly on the lips, only once, giving the facade of control he no longer had. He kissed her again, this time with the violence that was boiling inside him. He guided Natalie to kneel in front of him. She licked his hot dick, swirling her tongue all around it, and cooing, “Master, my master.”
She put her lips over the thick knob at the end of his cock and sucked hard, feeling like she was sucking from him, everything he had to give. Loudly, Tanner moaned. His hands played in her hair. Feeling the power she had to please him, she licked and sucked around his penis.
She breathed in his scent, like an intoxicating perfume, and rubbed his hot dick on her cheek. Tanner was panting and moaning, giving her every encouragement.
She put his cock deeper into her mouth and back in her throat, and began moving up and down over it, massaging with her lips and sucking intermittently. Tanner’s body tensed and became hard as steel. Natalie lost all control and sucked and thrust Tanner’s hard cock deep again,