Susa catches my hand and leads me to her bedroom. The new suitcase is sitting on the floor near the bed, and she leads me over to it.
When she unzips it and opens it…
Oh, boy.
I hear theclickin my throat when I swallow.
“Yes, there’s a reason I didn’t want you helping me unpack last night.” She’s wearing a smile as she leans in and pulls out a clear acrylic paddle. “We didn’t just go shopping for something for Danny’s birthday. There’s a reason it’s called Sin City, and not just because of the gambling.
The suitcase—a large rolling one—is full of…
Oh, boy.
“Did you rob a sex store?”
“No, but there are a couple of specialty shops in Las Vegas that sell good quality implements and other BDSM paraphernalia.” She points at the bed. “Bend over the end of the bed,boy.”
The hard edge in her tone hardens my cock as I comply.
She grabs my wrists and pulls them behind me, and I hear her apply a snap clip.
“You questioned Sir this morning,” she says with that same darker edge in her voice. “Made him basically repeat himself to you. In the future, unless you didn’t actually understand what was said, do not question his decisions, or mine. That’s twenty strokes. I want you to count them.”
The good kind of fear rolls through me, much like what I felt when Carter and I first started this. “Yes, Ma’am.”
She wastes no time, and it’s not a fun little playful smack, either. It’s a hard, stinging swat across my left ass cheek that brings tears to my eyes. “One, Ma’am.”
By the time she’s delivered number twenty, I’m legit crying.
I don’t know why, either. I mean, as in, I have no clue. It’s not the pain, it’s something else, and I can’t identify it.
She puts the paddle down and her cool hands soothe my flesh. “There’s my good boy, all better,” she coos. “Everything’s forgiven and all better.”
I’m…gone. Totally, utterly, completelygone. She kneels behind me and kisses my flesh, soothing it with her mouth, up and down. My hard-on had disappeared during the spanking, but now it’s back with a vengeance.
She stops and I hear her move away for a moment. When she returns, she blindfolds me. I hear the rustle of clothes and feel the mattress dip in front of me.
Her fingers plunge into my hair and she lifts my head. “Get busy,boy,” she orders.
She pulls my face into her pussy and I…
I can’t tell you how long I lie there. It could have been fifteen minutes or fifteen hours, quite honestly. I’m too intent on making her moan and getting her over. I lose track after the third one, and I listen as she directs me, tells me things to do, and I revel in the pleasured moans I receive in response.
This is…
Fuck me, this is Heaven. My ignored cock is rubbing against the bed and I don’t even care if I never get off again, because I’m making Susa make noises that have me flying like nothing else ever has before.
It takes her jerking on my ear to finally stop me. I lie there with my cheek pressed against the inside of her left thigh. Her scent fills my lungs and her taste fills my mouth, covers my lips, my chin. There’s probably a wet spot on the bed now.
Fingers tangle in my hair and she starts massaging my scalp, just like…
Just like Carter.
I struggle not to think about him, not to worry about him, but he might as well be right here with us anyway, and it almost feels wrong that he’s not despite me loving the fact that I have Susa to myself for tonight.
I remember the evening he gave me the hidden hints for assembling the IKEA furniture. Is this another way of him trying to help me out?
I guess I shouldn’t question it.
