do that again,” she says with a grin.
I’m secretly relieved that she took her first spanking so well, without calling it weird. It turns me on that she’s open to a bit of play.
“As you wish, Ms. Beale.”
I smooth my hand from the middle of her back down to her ass where I circle the opposite cheek and then whack it much the same as I did the other side. Then I squeeze and massage her supple flesh.
“You sound like Westley,” she says almost conversationally in her relaxed state.
I stop kneading her thighs.
“Who the fuck is Westley?” I say, annoyed that she would talk about another guy in my Grotto.
“Haven’t you ever seen the movie The Princess Bride ?” She says, appalled.
“No.” I begin anew kneading her bottom in a pattern that consists of massaging, circling, and then smacking her until the skin of her ass is rosy and slightly warm to the touch. I can see that her sex is engorged and she’s wet. My cock is ecstatic. As am I.
I breathe in her natural scent mingled with the oils I’ve massaged into her skin, then I move to cover her body with mine. My erection lodges comfortably in her ass crack as if it’s found its true north. I move the hair away from her ear and kiss a trail from her ear down her delicate throat.
“I know you want me to fuck you again,” I say between kisses.
I balance precariously over her on one arm, my fingers ghosting over her waist, down to her hips, and back up to her waist. As I Push her knees apart with mine, her breath hitches.
My erection knows exactly where it wants to be and slides into a rear entry between her legs. I smooth my hand from her thigh and back over her ass, where I caress it briefly before trailing my hand between her legs. Yes. There’s nothing like the silky smoothness of a woman’s natural lubrication.
I think briefly of slathering it over my cock and impaling her beautiful ass, but that would really send her running and screaming. Besides, it would also be the height of disrespect to any woman being introduced to the lifestyle. A good Dom always conditions the ass with a butt plug and plenty of lube before going full out into anal sex. Not only would it be extremely painful, but it would be extremely rude.
Instead, I snake my arm under her torso and pull her onto her knees. I’m impressed that she’s not asking a ton of questions about what I’m about to do to her. I pat her glutes to indicate that she’s to wait in that position until I retrieve a few things to make this round infinitely more interesting. I place the items on the bed near her head so she can see what I’m doing.
She’ll recognize the sleep mask I bought at her store. I also place two lengths of black ribbon and a condom there, as well. I move back into place over her, shifting my weight onto my knees, keeping her pinned beneath me.
I cover her back with my chest again and whisper, “Will you trust me to make you feel good again, Keisha?”
“Yes,” she says with no hesitation.
Someone is greedy for me now, but all I say is, “Good.”
I tie her outstretched hands to the iron filigree headboard with the ribbons. Once that’s done, I place the mask over her eyes, explaining the reasoning behind my actions. “Tactile senses are enhanced when other senses are taken away. Removing one will do for now. It will force you to concentrate on those that remain.”
She squirms in anticipation, and I laugh. “All in due time, Ms. Beale.”
I rip the foil, toss the wrapper and roll the condom onto me, and align myself with her dripping sex.
“I’m going to fuck you like this,” I say and cup both her breasts, holding her in place. I slide into her until her body resists, then pull back and still.
“Feel what I’m doing to you,” I whisper, hoping my words and tone intersperse just the right amount of seduction. “And remember it.”
I retreat from the snugness within her until only the tip of me remains, yet I can feel her clenching as if she
I’m secretly relieved that she took her first spanking so well, without calling it weird. It turns me on that she’s open to a bit of play.
“As you wish, Ms. Beale.”
I smooth my hand from the middle of her back down to her ass where I circle the opposite cheek and then whack it much the same as I did the other side. Then I squeeze and massage her supple flesh.
“You sound like Westley,” she says almost conversationally in her relaxed state.
I stop kneading her thighs.
“Who the fuck is Westley?” I say, annoyed that she would talk about another guy in my Grotto.
“Haven’t you ever seen the movie The Princess Bride ?” She says, appalled.
“No.” I begin anew kneading her bottom in a pattern that consists of massaging, circling, and then smacking her until the skin of her ass is rosy and slightly warm to the touch. I can see that her sex is engorged and she’s wet. My cock is ecstatic. As am I.
I breathe in her natural scent mingled with the oils I’ve massaged into her skin, then I move to cover her body with mine. My erection lodges comfortably in her ass crack as if it’s found its true north. I move the hair away from her ear and kiss a trail from her ear down her delicate throat.
“I know you want me to fuck you again,” I say between kisses.
I balance precariously over her on one arm, my fingers ghosting over her waist, down to her hips, and back up to her waist. As I Push her knees apart with mine, her breath hitches.
My erection knows exactly where it wants to be and slides into a rear entry between her legs. I smooth my hand from her thigh and back over her ass, where I caress it briefly before trailing my hand between her legs. Yes. There’s nothing like the silky smoothness of a woman’s natural lubrication.
I think briefly of slathering it over my cock and impaling her beautiful ass, but that would really send her running and screaming. Besides, it would also be the height of disrespect to any woman being introduced to the lifestyle. A good Dom always conditions the ass with a butt plug and plenty of lube before going full out into anal sex. Not only would it be extremely painful, but it would be extremely rude.
Instead, I snake my arm under her torso and pull her onto her knees. I’m impressed that she’s not asking a ton of questions about what I’m about to do to her. I pat her glutes to indicate that she’s to wait in that position until I retrieve a few things to make this round infinitely more interesting. I place the items on the bed near her head so she can see what I’m doing.
She’ll recognize the sleep mask I bought at her store. I also place two lengths of black ribbon and a condom there, as well. I move back into place over her, shifting my weight onto my knees, keeping her pinned beneath me.
I cover her back with my chest again and whisper, “Will you trust me to make you feel good again, Keisha?”
“Yes,” she says with no hesitation.
Someone is greedy for me now, but all I say is, “Good.”
I tie her outstretched hands to the iron filigree headboard with the ribbons. Once that’s done, I place the mask over her eyes, explaining the reasoning behind my actions. “Tactile senses are enhanced when other senses are taken away. Removing one will do for now. It will force you to concentrate on those that remain.”
She squirms in anticipation, and I laugh. “All in due time, Ms. Beale.”
I rip the foil, toss the wrapper and roll the condom onto me, and align myself with her dripping sex.
“I’m going to fuck you like this,” I say and cup both her breasts, holding her in place. I slide into her until her body resists, then pull back and still.
“Feel what I’m doing to you,” I whisper, hoping my words and tone intersperse just the right amount of seduction. “And remember it.”
I retreat from the snugness within her until only the tip of me remains, yet I can feel her clenching as if she
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