I was starting to like this game.
“Do that again and I’ll use the crop.”
He saw the devious twinkle in my eyes and I bit my lip right before I moaned again.
The crop bit into my flesh, creating an instant welt across my ass. It was painful, but fucking beautiful at the same time, my body soaked it up like a sponge.
“Do you like Master’s punishments?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Do you want to feel more?”
“Yesss,” I hissed out, crying out when the crop made another THWAP against my ass cheeks.
“Again!” I shouted.
Another crack of the crop.
“AGAIN!” I shouted even louder, begging for more pain.
His dick swelled beneath me and instead of him blessing me with another painful hit, he brought me to my knees, shoving his cock in my mouth.
“Thata girl, take Master’s cock.”
He pushed on my head, making me swallow his dick root to tip. I gagged, and the second I made the sound he started fucking my face, using my hair as a handle to guide me.
“Oh fuck, Shasta. Master fucking loves the way you suck his cock.” When I started to move my hands up his thighs, he quickly grabbed them, stopping his fucking of my face just long enough to tie my hands behind my back.
“There. Now naughty girls can’t touch what they haven’t been given permission to touch.”
This was hot as fuck, and I was craving so much more.
He went back to fucking my mouth, but as I felt him start to swell, he pulled out, picking me up and placing me on the bed with my hands still bound.
He slid the riding crop against my breasts, teasing the nipple with the tip.
Then he reared back and gave them a slap, causing me to cry out in pain. He hit my other breast, then again across the stomach. All of them hurt, but all of them felt good as hell.
“More. Please, Master, I need more.”
He started stroking his cock, running the tip of the crop along my slit, playing with my clit as he lightly teased it.
“You’re so wet, Shasta. Master should punish you for being so wet without his blessing.”
I opened my legs, begging for more of his punishments.
He dropped down between them, moving his tongue along my slit as he playfully dragged the crop up and down my body. I moaned when he gave my clit a flick, and my thighs started to jump with anticipation.
“So needy you are.”
“Please...” I begged. “Fuck me.”
“Not yet,” he teased. “Not until I’m ready.”
He moved his tongue in further, and my whole body convulsed as he feasted on my pussy, drawing out moans and urges for more as he brought me on the brink of orgasming.
He smiled deviously when he felt me get to that point, dragging his mouth away in pure torture.