trust me, don’t you?”
“Yes.” He heard the hoarseness of expectation in his voice.
“I trust you.”
A smile flirted with her lips. “Good. Very good.”
Reece had to clench his jaw to maintain control while her fingers, soft as spun silk, wrapped the cock ring beneath his balls and around the base of his penis. The oil warmed his skin, but not nearly as much as her touch. Every nerve ending was firing, every sense on high alert. It gave him an explicit understanding of what his subs felt when he played with them and that gave him an even greater sense of power.
But in a good way. A way that let him know how much pleasure he was able to give them even as they pleasured him.
When she had the apparatus firmly in place, she ran the tips of her fingers across the surface of his sac and up the length of his cock. He shuddered. He couldn’t help it.
“Does my touch arouse you?” Fire danced in her eyes.
“Here?” She stroked the thick head. “And here?” She squeezed his sac gently. “Tell me. The words.”
“Yes.” He released a breath. “It arouses me.”
“And this?” She pressed her mouth to one nipple and took it between her teeth.
Reece shuddered, his pulse racing.
“Ah. You did not answer me immediately. I think, underneath that arrogant attitude you wear, you really want me to punish you.” She nipped at the other nipple. “You can tell me how the sting of the lash you use on others feels to you.”
She walked back to the cupboard, and he heard her moving things around. Then she was back, holding a single tail whip just like the kind he preferred. When she trailed it lightly over his skin, he couldn’t control the shiver that raced through him. Jesus. She’d certainly learned the art of control from someone.
“I thought about blindfolding you,” she went on in a conversational voice. “It makes all the other senses so much more acute. But I wanted to be able to look in your eyes.”
She stood directly in front of him now. “See exactly what you were feeling. The eyes are the mirror of the soul, you know.”
She moved around his body again, the tail of the whip whispering over his skin. Suddenly Reece realized he wanted to feel that pain. Wanted her to use the lash to sting him.
Was this how his subs felt, craving the kiss of pain to reach the edge of pleasure?
He summoned every bit of control to remain still when she trailed the whip through the crease of his buttocks, stroking it up and down, teasing at his anus. His buttocks clenched involuntarily.
“I see you like that.”
Reece derived some small satisfaction from the unsteadiness of her voice and wondered if she’d really be able to carry through with the whole thing. Whatever happened, he’d do what he needed to because he loved her so damn much. He’d spent the week discovering just how very important she was to him and what an important part she played in her life. He desperately wanted her not only as his sub but also as his life partner. He wanted her to feel the same way, and if this was what it took, so be it.
But as her slim fingers probed the entrance to his rectum, he ground his teeth together. Maybe it wouldn’t be quite as easy as he thought. His cock jumped within its bindings, and he looked down to see a drop of fluid beading at the slit.
Her fault. She makes me too damn horny.
Katie ran the tip of her finger over the broad head of his cock, spreading the liquid over the skin.
“Naughty boy. Now I really do need to punish you.”
She walked around behind him, and in a moment, he heard the hiss of the whip in the air and felt its sting on his back. His muscles contracted in response to the pain, but he was shocked at the intensity of the lust that surged through him. No wonder his subs loved to be punished with it. Holy shit! Again the whip snapped, and another blade of pleasure/pain sliced through him. His balls felt unbearably full, his cock hard and swollen. How long did she plan to do this?
“Yes.” He heard the hoarseness of expectation in his voice.
“I trust you.”
A smile flirted with her lips. “Good. Very good.”
Reece had to clench his jaw to maintain control while her fingers, soft as spun silk, wrapped the cock ring beneath his balls and around the base of his penis. The oil warmed his skin, but not nearly as much as her touch. Every nerve ending was firing, every sense on high alert. It gave him an explicit understanding of what his subs felt when he played with them and that gave him an even greater sense of power.
But in a good way. A way that let him know how much pleasure he was able to give them even as they pleasured him.
When she had the apparatus firmly in place, she ran the tips of her fingers across the surface of his sac and up the length of his cock. He shuddered. He couldn’t help it.
“Does my touch arouse you?” Fire danced in her eyes.
“Here?” She stroked the thick head. “And here?” She squeezed his sac gently. “Tell me. The words.”
“Yes.” He released a breath. “It arouses me.”
“And this?” She pressed her mouth to one nipple and took it between her teeth.
Reece shuddered, his pulse racing.
“Ah. You did not answer me immediately. I think, underneath that arrogant attitude you wear, you really want me to punish you.” She nipped at the other nipple. “You can tell me how the sting of the lash you use on others feels to you.”
She walked back to the cupboard, and he heard her moving things around. Then she was back, holding a single tail whip just like the kind he preferred. When she trailed it lightly over his skin, he couldn’t control the shiver that raced through him. Jesus. She’d certainly learned the art of control from someone.
“I thought about blindfolding you,” she went on in a conversational voice. “It makes all the other senses so much more acute. But I wanted to be able to look in your eyes.”
She stood directly in front of him now. “See exactly what you were feeling. The eyes are the mirror of the soul, you know.”
She moved around his body again, the tail of the whip whispering over his skin. Suddenly Reece realized he wanted to feel that pain. Wanted her to use the lash to sting him.
Was this how his subs felt, craving the kiss of pain to reach the edge of pleasure?
He summoned every bit of control to remain still when she trailed the whip through the crease of his buttocks, stroking it up and down, teasing at his anus. His buttocks clenched involuntarily.
“I see you like that.”
Reece derived some small satisfaction from the unsteadiness of her voice and wondered if she’d really be able to carry through with the whole thing. Whatever happened, he’d do what he needed to because he loved her so damn much. He’d spent the week discovering just how very important she was to him and what an important part she played in her life. He desperately wanted her not only as his sub but also as his life partner. He wanted her to feel the same way, and if this was what it took, so be it.
But as her slim fingers probed the entrance to his rectum, he ground his teeth together. Maybe it wouldn’t be quite as easy as he thought. His cock jumped within its bindings, and he looked down to see a drop of fluid beading at the slit.
Her fault. She makes me too damn horny.
Katie ran the tip of her finger over the broad head of his cock, spreading the liquid over the skin.
“Naughty boy. Now I really do need to punish you.”
She walked around behind him, and in a moment, he heard the hiss of the whip in the air and felt its sting on his back. His muscles contracted in response to the pain, but he was shocked at the intensity of the lust that surged through him. No wonder his subs loved to be punished with it. Holy shit! Again the whip snapped, and another blade of pleasure/pain sliced through him. His balls felt unbearably full, his cock hard and swollen. How long did she plan to do this?
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