| Author: | Bekki Lynn | ISBN: | 9781465742926 |
| Publisher: | Bekki Lynn | Publication: | July 1, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Bekki Lynn |
| ISBN: | 9781465742926 |
| Publisher: | Bekki Lynn |
| Publication: | July 1, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
She heard the whir and crack about the time it hit her ass.
“Stop!”
She was too close to stop. The whip came again and air whooshed from her lungs. She pressed her hips into the leather, trying to grind her nub against it. Again the tail hit its target. She rose up, and then down. “Give it to me,” she begged.
Nothing. A moment later, she heard the latch release and her arm moved. She watched him kneel on the side she faced. His expression smoldered with darkness. He moved her down so her hips hung off the end of the bench and straps came around her thighs, holding them open. Again he bound her arms then walked away.
“Count!” he ordered.
The whip cracked and snapped across her ass. “One,” she counted and relaxed her cheek into the bench.
By the time she hit twenty, she wasn’t sure if the fluid coming from her was an abundance of cum or she emptied her bladder. What she did know was that if he didn’t help satisfy her soon, she was going combust.
“Status, love?”
“Rosy,” she moaned.
He came to her and undid the straps. “On your back!”
She shook her arms out, wincing. Carefully, she turned onto her back and placed her arms over her head for strapping from the end of the bench. Sudden vibrations rolled across her g-spot. She bit her lip and tried to hide the orgasm, but her body didn’t cooperate. Shudders swept through her body followed by convulsions and uncontrollable moans.
In spite of it, he secured her in much the same manner and wasn’t gentle. He had a right to be angry with her. Tears welled up in her eyes. She closed them so he wouldn’t see. Her damn shoulder wasn’t going to disrupt what he had in store for her. She wanted the punishment he would put upon her for coming without permission. Darkness covered her eyes. She was thankful for blindfold.
He ran cold metal over her lips.
She heard the whir and crack about the time it hit her ass.
“Stop!”
She was too close to stop. The whip came again and air whooshed from her lungs. She pressed her hips into the leather, trying to grind her nub against it. Again the tail hit its target. She rose up, and then down. “Give it to me,” she begged.
Nothing. A moment later, she heard the latch release and her arm moved. She watched him kneel on the side she faced. His expression smoldered with darkness. He moved her down so her hips hung off the end of the bench and straps came around her thighs, holding them open. Again he bound her arms then walked away.
“Count!” he ordered.
The whip cracked and snapped across her ass. “One,” she counted and relaxed her cheek into the bench.
By the time she hit twenty, she wasn’t sure if the fluid coming from her was an abundance of cum or she emptied her bladder. What she did know was that if he didn’t help satisfy her soon, she was going combust.
“Status, love?”
“Rosy,” she moaned.
He came to her and undid the straps. “On your back!”
She shook her arms out, wincing. Carefully, she turned onto her back and placed her arms over her head for strapping from the end of the bench. Sudden vibrations rolled across her g-spot. She bit her lip and tried to hide the orgasm, but her body didn’t cooperate. Shudders swept through her body followed by convulsions and uncontrollable moans.
In spite of it, he secured her in much the same manner and wasn’t gentle. He had a right to be angry with her. Tears welled up in her eyes. She closed them so he wouldn’t see. Her damn shoulder wasn’t going to disrupt what he had in store for her. She wanted the punishment he would put upon her for coming without permission. Darkness covered her eyes. She was thankful for blindfold.
He ran cold metal over her lips.
