Caressing down the inside of her thighs, he teased her, grazing over the fine hairs of her pussy before pulling away. She arched up toward his touch, and he smiled. Giving
her inner thigh a little slap, he shook his head. “No, you don’t get to have my touch yet. I want to watch you.”
“Yes, Edward.”
“Tell me, sweet Isabel, have you been thinking about me like this?” She nodded. “You’ve been thinking about bringing me down here?” Again, a nod. “Using this equipment.” Edward watched her nod her head again. “Tell me what you have thought about.”
She bit her lip, and when she stopped stroking her clit, he gave her hand a little slap. “I’ve not told you to stop.”
Her fingers started to move again, and only when he was satisfied, he stared into her eyes. “You were saying.”
“I’ve thought about you bending me over the spanking bench.”
“Have you been naughty for it in your fantasies?”
She shook her head. “No. You want me over the bench to see my ass.”
“And what do I use to punish you with? A crop, a whip?”
“No, your hand. I love your hands on my body, Edward. You slap my ass until it’s red. Not because I’m naughty but because we both need it. Your touch is branded on my body.”
Damn, he was getting hard just thinking about it. “And then what happens?”
“You spread my ass, and put your cock at my pussy.”
“Are you a virgin in your fantasies?”
“No. You’ve already taken me, made me yours by this time.”
He was going to do that now, and he wanted some more time to play before he did that. “What else have you imagined?”
“You strapping me up to your cross. Like you did when I hurt myself. Only my hands are out of the way, and I’m at your mercy. You can do whatever you want to me, fuck me, love me, anything.”
There it was … “love me”.
All she wanted was to be loved.
I’ve got you, baby. You’re loved more than you even realize.
“I just want to play with you, Edward. I want to be everything.”
“And you will be. Now, are you ready, Isabel?” he asked.
“Ready?”
“I want you to come for me.”
She moaned, arching up, and with a few strokes of her clit, she shattered apart. He watched her pussy begin to pulse, knowing her asshole would be doing the same. A red flush covered her chest. Her nipples were nice and hard, her entire body ready to be fucked, ready to be claimed.
“That was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen,” he said, stepping away from the bed. “Stay where you are.” He turned his back on her, going toward one of his shelves where he kept what he wanted next.
The butterfly clamps were a lovely purple color, shiny and new. The moment he’d seen them the other day, he knew he had to have them for Isabel. They would just look too pretty to not take them.
Moving back toward the bed, he stood at the side, next to her left breast. The nipple was still so hard. Leaning down, he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking it. As he did this, he removed the butterfly clip from its little box, opened the grip, and placed it on her nipple.
She cried out, and when he placed his hand between her thighs, teasing her slit, she was still soaking wet, and getting wetter by the second. Removing his finger, he sucked her cream into his mouth, cleaning off his digit. Moving around the bed, he went to the other nipple and repeated the same action.
This time her moan was more guttural, but it was still there. He loved her responses, and when he was done, he stepped back from the bed to admire his work.