Page 70 of Fall Wherever They May

“Yes . . .” She nods, “Yes, sir.”

“You knew what you were doing to me today, yet you did it anyway, didn’t you?”

She nods.

“Do you think of my hand gripping your throat—like that night in the alley?”

“Yes.”

The leather cracks across her ass, and she lets out a whimpered moan as her arousal intensifies and drips down my hand.

“Y—yes, Sir.”

“Do you wish I would have fucked you there in the open for everyone to see what’s mine?”

Her eyes squeeze tight; short pants and whimpers leave her lips.

“You’re mine; you’ve always been mine.”

Her pussy clenches tight around my fingers. So beautiful, so fucking responsive, on the edge of release. Just as her body tenses up with an orgasm, I remove my fingers.

“No . . .” She begs, her breaths ragged. “Please . . . please . . . don’t stop,” she cries.

“Only good girls get to cum, Angel.” I bring my fingers coated with a mix of our cum to her lips. “Lick. You already know how decadent you taste, but allow me to show you how much better you taste when your cum is mixed with mine.”

Fire blazes in her eyes. She’s frustrated. Good. Her hand grips my wrist, and her tongue darts past her lips. She swirls her tongue around my fingertips, then gives a few teasing licks. Fuck, this may be more torturous for me than her. Pre-cum leaks from the tip of my hard dick as a vision of Aspen taking my cock between those swollen lips invades my mind.

Moving to stand behind her, I notice her taut, flawless ass. That’s about to change. “Bend over and pick up the cuffs.” I order.

With her bent over, her pussy is on display for me. It’s taking every ounce of self-control to not fuck her hard right now in that position. Like the brat she is, she stays bent over. I run the leather tails up her back to her ass. I’m mesmerized as the strips of leather fan as they glide across her tanned skin. With a flick of my wrist, the flogger snaps. She flinches, and a gasp leaves her lips. Her pussy glistens with a mix of her arousal and our cum; it begs to be fingered, fucked . . . or licked. Thinking of tasting her makes my mouth water. I strike her ass with theflogger twice more, then drop it to the floor and move to stand at the foot of the bed.

“Grab the cuffs and get on your knees.”

She does as she’s told . . . for once. Resting back on her heels with her head bowed, the cuffs are clasped in her grip, resting on her lap.

“Crawl to me.”

Shifting to her hands and knees with the cuffs still in her clutches, she crawls to me; her big tits sway from side to side. I inhale deeply, letting the air fill my lungs. Fuck me. She takes her place at my feet, resuming her previous position. Gently, I run my hand from the top of her head to the ends of her long, silky, black hair. Emerald eyes flick to mine through a curtain of dark lashes.

I lift her chin with one knuckle and hold out my hand palm up. “Give me the cuffs, Angel.”

She drops the cuffs into my palm, then holds out both wrists. I pepper both with kisses, then buckle the leather straps around each one.

“Bend over the bed; show me how wet your pussy is,” I tell her.

She bends at the waist, bracing herself with her hands on the bed. The brat is gone, and in its place is a woman who’s compliant and ready to do anything to please me. Her back arches as she glides her body down in a tantalizing movement until her stomach meets the bed.

“You’re an eager little whore for me, aren’t you?”

She’s a vision, with her cheek pressed against the bed and her wrist bound above her head. My palm glides across her ass. “You practically begged for this, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispers.

I pick up the flogger, teasing her perfectly round ass with the falls. With a flick of my wrist, the whip comes down verylightly across her back. She moans and writhes in anticipation as the strands of leather slide down her spine. “I can’t wait to fill you up with my cock. To feel your pussy squeeze me tight, but first, I’m going to give you what you’ve been begging for. Now, count.”

Crack!

She hesitates, “One.”

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