Running the flogger down her body, I watched her tremble in anticipation before I brought it down on her left breast.
Hard.
Darla cried out in pleasure.
I licked my lips, already tasting the feel of her skin under my tongue.
I cracked the flogger again.
Darla whimpered, thrashing on the altar like a brat who relished her punishment. “More.”
“Every time I whip you, I want you to apologize like a good girl learning her lesson. Understood?”
“Yes, Master Zeno.” Fire burned in her tone.
Hellish, just the way I liked it.
Smirking, I trickled the flogger over her body in a sensual caress, going even slower when it snaked over her pussy. Sticky with arousal, I scissored it open with two digits. “You’re already soaked, Principal Hill. Does getting whipped turn you on?”
Her toes curled and her stomach dipped. “Getting whipped byyouturns me on.”
Damn right it does.I shoved two fingers into her opening and jigged, watching her jolt under my ministrations. “Do you want me to lick it, pet?”
She gasped when I hit her sweet spot. “Please, I want you to lick it, suck it, slap it.”
I tsked and took my fingers away, licking them clean. “That’s too bad because we aren’t done with your lesson yet.”
I whipped her right breast with a fast crack.
Another intoxicating cry tore out.
“Apologize for driving me out of my mind with worry,” I hissed.
Her pussy grew slicker and she yanked at her restraints to no avail. “I…forgive me.”
“Apologize for not answering the phone when I called you.” I flogged her pussy this time, her broken moans intensifying my craving. “Over and over again.”
The last bit wasn’t her fault, but for the sake of our game, it was.
“F-Forgive me.” Tears of surrender leaked from beneath her mask, glistening against her dewy skin. I leaned forward to lick them, a divine liquor that fed the beast inside of me. “More, Master.”
Demandinglittle thing.
“Apologize for making me obsessed to the point where I can’t think of anything else but you.”
She choked on her moan when I lashed her inner thighs and stomach, her arousal leaking down to her asshole. “I’m s-sorry, Master!”
I used my hand to spank her pussy before I screwed her with three fingers.
“Please, please, please. Fuck me—ahhh.”
“You didn’t earn it, pet,” I tutted, polishing the tip of my tongue over her clit just enough to tease. “The privilege of my cock is for good girls who follow the rules.”
“I-I’m a good girl,” she sobbed when I flipped her around, ass up and face down. The chains rattled against the marble altar. “You know I am.”
“Liar.” I rubbed her plump ass and flogged it in four cracks, nearly coming in my pants when red welts festooned her flawless skin.
Darla whimpered and begged for more pain, more punishment, moreme.