Something came down over my breasts, over my still very hard nipples.
Was it one of the riding crops?
I felt the blood rushing to my breasts, and the soft whoosh of the riding crop met my ears with a loving hiss. The pain turned quickly to pleasure, culminating in my pussy once more.
Slap!
The crop came down on my breasts again.
Slap! Slap!
This time on my thighs.
The heat barreled through me like something I’d never imagined. So this was what he was trying to give me. This was why he had a dungeon in the basement. For these kinds of hot, kinky pleasures.
My nipples were straining, wanting to be sucked.
As much as I’d always thought I didn’t want any of this pleasure-pain, I had always liked my nipples sucked hard.
Slap! The cropping came down on my breasts once more. Slap! Slap!
The tingling flew through my body again, landing in my pussy, and then moved again, all the way down to my toes and back up to my core.
“How does that feel, sweetheart?”
I bit my lip. How did it feel? I wasn’t sure how to answer, because these were feelings I’d never felt before. My orgasm was magnified, and the heat in my body was electrifying.
“Wonderful.” Yet that word wasn’t enough to describe anything like what I was feeling. Yes, it was wonderful, but it was so much more than that.
He pushed my thighs forward and stroked my folds with his tongue.
“I have a surprise for you, sweetheart.”
He began licking my puckered asshole, and then something cold dribbled over me.
“Just a little bit of lube, baby.”
And then, the stretching. The slight pain until the rim of muscle relaxed.
“Easy,” he said softly. “It’s just an anal plug.”
Something bulbous forced its way into my anus, but then the pain subsided as the muscles wrapped around it.
“You keep this in for a little while, okay?”
Not that I had a choice, my hands being bound.
The feeling was different from when he breached it with his finger. That feeling had been wonderful, but I had been ready for it. This was…different. I had just come down from an orgasm, and he hadn’t gotten my ass ready.
But the feeling was, oddly, not bad. Only unusual. I was being stretched for a reason I didn’t know.
Would it be okay to ask? “Jonah?” I said tentatively.
“Yes?”
“What is that thing for?”
He chuckled softly. “We’re going to do a little bit of training.”