“Yes, Sir.”
He did the same with the left, gliding his hands from her wrist to her arm and shoulder, then he massaged her shoulders while kissing her again, gently this time.
“Good girl,” he said.
Ivy smiled and stretched her arms, feeling the heaviness in her body. As she walked across the floor to the table, she felt the heated pain in her back in a good pleasurable way.
Gabe uncapped a bottle of water and passed it to her.
“Good girl.” He set the water down on the back table. “How are you feeling?”
“Achy but good, Sir.”
“Great.” His gaze took her all in. He grabbed her right breast in his hand and squeezed.
Ivy gasped at the zap of pleasure.
Her breast spilled over his palm, and he slapped it with the other hand. One. She drew in her breath, hissing. Two. She flinched at his slap hard on her bare flesh.
“Who do these belong to?” He grabbed both her breasts so hard Ivy stood on her toes.
So damn delicious, wetness pooled between her legs.
“You, Sir.”
“That’s right.”
He slapped the left breast. Ivy closed her eyes, listening to his palm hitting her flesh, lost in the blissful sensation. She loved not too much, but just the right amount of pain, and Gabe knew precisely how much; it had come throughout the years of trying different things.
“You’re going to be so wet you will leave a puddle on this table. Then I’m going to make you lick it clean.”
“Sir!”
“Yes?” Gabe slipped his hand between her parted legs pressing hard, grabbing her pussy lips between his fingers. He flicked her pussy with his other hand.
She didn’t think he’d actually make her do it, but the mindfuck turned her on.
“Up on the table, Princess. I’m going to cool you down and send you flying.”
“Yes, Sir,” Ivy mumbled. She felt like she was halfway there, out of her mind into the altered state of subspace.
She laid down on the table, the leather comfortable on her sore nipples.
He settled the Earpods on her ears, and a moment later, her favourite playlist started.
Gabe massaged her shoulders, his firm, warm hands working out the knots, his fingers carefully skimping along the fresh welts. Ivy murmured in approval as the tension left her. She tried to stay in the moment, only focusing on his touch as his hands moved down to her back, but briefly, her mind floated back to work and what was on her desk for the next day. Before her boss left for the night, he mentioned a new not-for-profit that had hired Metric to oversee a recruitment campaign.
“Ouch!” It didn’t hurt. The snap of suede on her ass jarred her out of her thoughts.
“You’re thinking. I can see the thoughts flutter across your face. Stay with me, Princess.”
Ivy settled back down, relaxing as Gabe worked his deerskin flogger across her claves, over her back.
After the harshness of the leather strips, this was so good, like a thuddy massage.
Thuds fell over her shoulder blades.
Heavy, measured strands fell across her back, landing on her ass.
