Page 27 of Carnival Master

The sting comes again, this time on the other thigh, making me moan. I anticipate the next strike, needing it like a drug.

He doesn’t keep me waiting, delivering another stinging slap that has me arching off the bed. I’m lost in sensation, my body throbbing with want.

“Tell me how much you like it.” His voice is a husky demand.

“I—I love it,” I admit, embarrassment warring with desire. “Please, more.”

The sound of his laughter surrounds me, rich and full. “As you wish, baby girl.”

The next slap lands on the side of my ass cheek, making me jerk against the cuffs. A whimper escapes me, a mix of pleasure and pain. My body craves more, and he delivers, each slap leaving a burning imprint on my skin.

I lose myself in the sensation, my entire being focused on the delicious sting of each strike. The blindfold heightens my other senses, making me hyper-aware of Ty’s movements, the feel of his hands on my body, and his masculine scent.

Without warning, his hand slips between my legs again, his fingers thrusting into me. I cry out, my body clenching around him.

“Fucking hell, you’re so wet,” he growls.

His thumb finds my clit, swirling gently as his fingers pump in and out. I moan, my body tensing as lightning zigzags through me. I’m so close to the edge—teetering on the precipice of release.

With one final thrust of his fingers, he brings me over, and I shatter, my body convulsing as I cry out. I’m only vaguely aware of his name falling from my lips—a frantic plea.

He just made me orgasm from a flogger and his fingers. No guy has ever made me orgasm before.

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TYSON

Sofia lies before me, her creamy skin contrasting against the dark restraints. She’s perfect.

I want her to know it, to see it in my eyes. With a swift motion, I rip the blindfold off. Her emerald eyes widen at seeing me, and I can’t help but grin.

“Baby girl, I’m gonna taste you. And I need you to watch me devour you.”

Her cheeks flush at my words, and I see the desire burning in her eyes. I know she’s self-conscious about her body, but to me, she’s a fucking goddess. Curves in all the right places, her thick thighs driving me wild.

I kneel between her legs, my cock twitching with anticipation. Her eyes never leave mine as I inhale her sweet scent. My tongue teases her, tasting her essence, and I groan at how good she tastes.

I feast on her, my tongue exploring every inch of her. I can’t get enough. My hands grip her thighs, spreading her open wider for me.

“Fuck, Sofia. You’ve got no idea how good you taste.”

Her breath quickens as I continue my oral assault, my pierced cock throbbing with need. I want to make her come undone, to show her just how perfect her body is and how much I worship it.

My tongue finds her clit, and I suck gently, feeling her shudder beneath me. Her hands grasp the bedsheets, her knuckles turning white as I continue.

“T-Tyson, please... I?—”

I know what she needs. I press a finger inside her, feeling her wetness coat my skin. With my thumb, I rub slow circles around her clit as I add another finger, stretching her open.

“You like that? You like being touched by a real man?”

“Y-Yes...” she whimpers.

I curl my fingers, finding that sweet spot inside her, and her back arches off the bed. Her walls clench around my fingers as I continue to work her, my tongue never stopping its magic.

Sofia’s breath comes in sharp gasps now, her body trembling on the edge. With a few more flicks of my tongue and swift thrusts of my fingers, she cries out, her release crashing over her. I don’t stop, wanting to prolong her pleasure for as long as possible.

I savor her taste on my tongue as I pull away, admiring the sight of her flushed and satisfied. But I know she can take more.

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