movement behind her and whimpered, anticipating yet another impossible-to-guess sensation.
Instead, she heard a faint whistling sound, shrieking as a sharp crease of fire lit up the backs of her thighs, horizontal, just underneath the curve of her ass. Pain exploded through her, and Jasmine would have fallen to her knees had her wrists not been bound over her head. She sagged, groaning and struggling to get free. “Jasmine, stop.” At the command, she forced herself to be still. “I think you can give me an answer for what that is, can’t you?” Jasmine panted as she struggled to think in words.
“Cane. Cane. It’s a cane, Sir.” The words tumbled out, jumbling together as she steeled herself for another blow that never came. Instead, she felt Dominic’s lips against her skin once more, felt his arms wrap around her waist from behind.
“Good, very good,” he murmured against her ear. “I think that’s enough punishment for tonight, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” Jasmine said, her voice a half-moan of relief. “Thank you, Sir.” Dominic chuckled.
“If you want to thank me,” he told her, his voice losing none of his firmness in a whisper, “you’ll have to use more than words. You know that, right?” Jasmine nodded, even though she didn’t quite understand what he was saying. She felt tugging at her wrists, and then her arms carefully, slowly came down from their position over her head, pins and needles racing through her nerves, competing with the lingering effects of her punishment.
Dominic’s hands rested on her shoulders, and then Jasmine felt herself falling to her knees, struggling to catch herself—dismay filling her as she realized that her blindness made the distance between her face and the floor difficult to judge. She felt Dominic steady her until she could hold herself up, and then the blindfold came away in one swift movement. The light was almost too bright, and she winced, closing her eyes until they could adjust.
She watched Dominic unzip his fly, tugging his pants down over his lean, narrow hips and letting them fall to the floor. Her eyes widened as his cock sprung free, fully hard, immediately, realizing in the back of her mind that Dominic had been wearing nothing underneath his jeans at all. “Show me how grateful you are,” Dominic told her. He brought the tip of his cock close to her lips, looking down at her with his bright eyes full of lust, one eyebrow raised. Immediately, Jasmine knew what he wanted. She leaned forward, opening her mouth, and took the tip of his cock between her lips, sucking and licking him languidly. She closed her eyes, summoning her focus—wanting to give him as much pleasure as he had given her pain, wanting to bring him to orgasm as quickly as possible. She swirled her tongue around the tip even as she took more and more of him into her mouth, worshipping the hot, velvety flesh between her lips, bringing her bound wrists up so that she could wrap her fingers around the base of his cock with one hand and cup his soft, tight balls with the other.
Dominic groaned as Jasmine pleasured him, his hips beginning to move, and she opened her eyes to look up at him. His hand rested at the curve of her neck, not pushing or pulling, his fingers rubbing lightly through her hair as he responded to her lips and tongue. His eyes were almost black with desire, and Jasmine smiled to herself, sucking harder, slithering her wet tongue around him, along the sensitive underside of his erection.
After only a few moments, she felt his cock beginning to twitch—but before she could make good on her desire to make him come, Dominic pushed her gently away, his hand on her shoulder the only thing preventing her from falling backward. Jasmine frowned, looking up at him in mute appeal and query. “Not tonight,” Dominic told her, smiling slightly. “Another time, maybe, I’ll finish in your mouth and watch you swallow every last
Instead, she heard a faint whistling sound, shrieking as a sharp crease of fire lit up the backs of her thighs, horizontal, just underneath the curve of her ass. Pain exploded through her, and Jasmine would have fallen to her knees had her wrists not been bound over her head. She sagged, groaning and struggling to get free. “Jasmine, stop.” At the command, she forced herself to be still. “I think you can give me an answer for what that is, can’t you?” Jasmine panted as she struggled to think in words.
“Cane. Cane. It’s a cane, Sir.” The words tumbled out, jumbling together as she steeled herself for another blow that never came. Instead, she felt Dominic’s lips against her skin once more, felt his arms wrap around her waist from behind.
“Good, very good,” he murmured against her ear. “I think that’s enough punishment for tonight, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” Jasmine said, her voice a half-moan of relief. “Thank you, Sir.” Dominic chuckled.
“If you want to thank me,” he told her, his voice losing none of his firmness in a whisper, “you’ll have to use more than words. You know that, right?” Jasmine nodded, even though she didn’t quite understand what he was saying. She felt tugging at her wrists, and then her arms carefully, slowly came down from their position over her head, pins and needles racing through her nerves, competing with the lingering effects of her punishment.
Dominic’s hands rested on her shoulders, and then Jasmine felt herself falling to her knees, struggling to catch herself—dismay filling her as she realized that her blindness made the distance between her face and the floor difficult to judge. She felt Dominic steady her until she could hold herself up, and then the blindfold came away in one swift movement. The light was almost too bright, and she winced, closing her eyes until they could adjust.
She watched Dominic unzip his fly, tugging his pants down over his lean, narrow hips and letting them fall to the floor. Her eyes widened as his cock sprung free, fully hard, immediately, realizing in the back of her mind that Dominic had been wearing nothing underneath his jeans at all. “Show me how grateful you are,” Dominic told her. He brought the tip of his cock close to her lips, looking down at her with his bright eyes full of lust, one eyebrow raised. Immediately, Jasmine knew what he wanted. She leaned forward, opening her mouth, and took the tip of his cock between her lips, sucking and licking him languidly. She closed her eyes, summoning her focus—wanting to give him as much pleasure as he had given her pain, wanting to bring him to orgasm as quickly as possible. She swirled her tongue around the tip even as she took more and more of him into her mouth, worshipping the hot, velvety flesh between her lips, bringing her bound wrists up so that she could wrap her fingers around the base of his cock with one hand and cup his soft, tight balls with the other.
Dominic groaned as Jasmine pleasured him, his hips beginning to move, and she opened her eyes to look up at him. His hand rested at the curve of her neck, not pushing or pulling, his fingers rubbing lightly through her hair as he responded to her lips and tongue. His eyes were almost black with desire, and Jasmine smiled to herself, sucking harder, slithering her wet tongue around him, along the sensitive underside of his erection.
After only a few moments, she felt his cock beginning to twitch—but before she could make good on her desire to make him come, Dominic pushed her gently away, his hand on her shoulder the only thing preventing her from falling backward. Jasmine frowned, looking up at him in mute appeal and query. “Not tonight,” Dominic told her, smiling slightly. “Another time, maybe, I’ll finish in your mouth and watch you swallow every last
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