Page 98 of Betrayed

He withdrew. The same fingers rising to her lips, painting them with her essence. A sweep of the tongue and she would taste herself.

“Let me clarify,amour. You may come at will from my whip. Anything else, you will ask prettily for first.”

“Please, may I come, sir?”

“And diminish the power of your first whip orgasm? I hardly think so.” Another brush of his mouth on hers and he was gone. But she couldn’t miss the sound of him smacking his lips and murmuring, “Mmm, Mari’s sweet, sweet pussy.”

A familiarwhooshand a loud, menacing crack resonated in the room without further prelude. In her mind, she pictured him as he was the first night, the six-foot-long black braided whip like a part of him, an extension of his powerful arm and skilled hand.

As another resounding pop sent waves of excitement shooting through her body, a biting line of heat ignited across her ass. She groaned, raspy and guttural, as licks of pleasure from her master’s whip penetrated clear through to her pussy.

Yes, in this moment, he was that to her, her master, controlling her body, her pain, her pleasure. As the braided lash snapped behind her yet again, her lips parted on a long, sensual cry of anticipation, but the fire didn’t come only his low chuckle.

“I’d check in, but your cries of ecstasy need no explanation. More?”

“Yes, please, much more.”

She longed for a mirror to watch him in action, seeing his shoulders bunch and ripple, his biceps flex, and the tightening of his powerful forearms as he worked the whip expertly over her body. Without one, she closed her eyes and imagined.

As she relaxed into the rhythmic power of his masterful possession, she lost count and was oblivious to time. Touching on both cheeks, her thighs, moving up to her shoulders and once, wrapping the single tail around her trunk just below her breasts.

There was a pause as he approached and ran his hand lightly over her skin.

“More,” she whispered.

Her body was alive, humming with sensation as she floated between the spreader bars. When his hands slid up her belly and between her breasts, over her throat and curled around her jawline to turn her head to the side for his kiss, he breathed into her mouth, “Baby, you’re flying.”

“Yes, sir,” came her languorous response, “and it’s magnificent.”

“Non, tu es magnifique, ma chérie.I’m going to fuck you now.”

“Please...” she sighed.

He was gone, but then he wasn’t, her feet somehow leaving the floor. She blinked, thinking she was floating, but watched in a foggy haze as Arturo, so handsome and strong, hooked her ankles next to her wrists, effectively folding her body in half.

The bar spread her legs wide, and she was completely open for him to take as he wanted.

As his hands curled around her hips, holding her still, he plunged into her suspended body. Driving in, he pulled her to meet each stroke, going deep, so very deep, it took her breath away.

She managed to ask as required, “May I come now, sir?”

“A moment.Let me catch up and we’ll find our pleasure together.”

“Too late. I found mine long ago with your whip, but more is quite welcome.” She giggled, woozy with pleasure, which she knew in the back of her mind was her endorphin laced subspace.

“Giddy is endearing but try to focus. Feel my cock driving into you as I build your release.”

One of his thumbs came around in front and located her clit, sending all thought of laughter straight out of her head. Her pussy tightened around him and she heard his reactive groan.

“Fuck,” he growled, low and husky from deep in his chest. “Now, Mari. Come with me.”

His finger joined his thumb on her clit and pinched. The bite sent her over the top and she screamed his name. He came with her, covering her mouth with a kiss as he growled his release down her throat.

Slowly, she came back to him, only vaguely aware of him holding her by her bottom and supporting her weight off her wrists and ankles as they rested against each other and caught their breath.

She nodded when he murmured, “Let’s get you down.”

His arm looping around her waist held her as he released the quick-release cuffs, ankles then wrists, then carried her limp-as-a-dishrag body to the recovery couch in the corner.

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