Page 29 of The Red Rider
“Why would I make a dildo when I have a cock made by God? I can truss you to that bed and fuck you silly, though.”
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
Dice had this shit-eating grin on his face like a kid who walked into a birthday party full of huge presents. He was waving those ropes in the air like a madman.
“Do you want to be on your front or your back?”
“I want more spankings all over, but it sounds like you don’t have the toys.”
“Ha! Anything is a toy if you’re creative.”
Dice threw the ropes on the bed and dove back into his closet. He popped back out triumphantly, holding a ping pong paddle and a thin cane.
“I didn’t say we found nothing at the shops. We have a ping pong championship happening on the base, and I’m undefeated. I’ll bet this will sting just right on that perky little ass of yours.”
He pretty much didn’t have to ask me twice. I didn’t care about being graceful. I face flopped spread eagle on Dice’s bed and waved my red ass at him like it was totally covered in his handprints, and I wanted more. Dice tied me down speedily and like a total pro. I guess the shops weren’t totally picked over because he slipped a blindfold over my eyes. I was practically humming with excitement.
Dice actually did start humming and caressed my back.
“I’ve never had a Nephilim tied down before. Honestly, sometimes I get women who just want their ass tapped twice, and their hair pulled once. They safe word before we’ve even finished the warm-up and want to get to the fucking. You took yours like a champ.”
“I’m not a delicate flower, Dice. The reason I haven’t done this more often is that I either met the male version of your female playmates or they weren’t real Doms. They just liked hurting women and didn’t respect limits or safe words.”
Dice was petting my back, and I was practically purring.
“Yeah, not all those assholes turned into Rage Heads. We had to stop a few when we fortified Florida. They hurt some women here, and I broke their faces. Are you ready to play?”
“I want you to show me why you’re the ping pong champion of Florida, but all over my ass.”
Dice didn’t answer. I felt the ping pong paddle come down on my ass. Okay, who knew ping pong paddles felt so delicious on your ass? I had a whole new respect for that game now. I let out a loud moan.
“Oh, my fuck. Ass ping pong is my new favorite game.”
“Oh, the Nephilim likes the ping pong paddle. Noted.”
Dice slid he free hand between my legs and started making slow circles on my clit while lighting my ass up with the paddle. Holy fuck, I was shrieking and writhing from the pleasure and the pain. It was mingling beautifully that only a talented Dom could bring about.
It didn’t take long until my mind slipped off to that special place, and I felt like I was flying. Dice knew precisely how to keep me there too. He didn’t say if I needed his permission to come, but he knew when I was about to and kept me right at that fine edge to keep me in subspace as long as possible.
He shifted his hand so he could slide two fingers inside me and still work my clit with his thumb.
“Come for me, little Nephilim.”
It was like I shattered into a million pieces. I was a plane, mid-air, that just exploded and fell to earth. I shook and shrieked. My entire body tensed, and Dice knew precisely how to draw out all the little aftershocks.
As soon as my body went limp, he had me untied in no time. I was wrapped up in a blanket and sitting in his lap while he played with my hair. I sighed and just melted.
“You certainly know your aftercare.”
“I aim to please. You seemed to like the ping pong paddle too.”
“I think bedroom ping pong is my new favorite game.”
“If I knew you were into this and we were going to play, I would have made you a handmade flogger.”
“Ooh, I love floggers.”
Dice just chuckled and started massaging my back.
