I set the toys down on a small table next to me, keeping the riding crop in my hand. “Do you remember the first toy I used on you?”
“The crop,” she says, as I slowly guide the stiff part of the handle up her inner thigh.
“That’s correct, Miss Black.” Her breath stutters at the use of her name, and I smile at the reaction. I’ve only called her that in class, and I delight in how it feels using it in this scene. “Let’s see how you do under the rest of my instruction.”
I push the stiff rod of the crop up, guiding it between her pussy lips as I move it back and forth, coating it in her wetness. The muscles tighten in her back and thighs as she does her best to remain still. My eyes track the rapid inhaleand exhale of her chest. The way she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth as she drags it ever so slowly against her teeth. When she releases it, taking a sharp inhale, I know she’s close. I slowly pull the crop toward me as the tip emerges from between her legs, dripping in her arousal.
Her eyes fly open and her brows pinch.
“I told you not to move. That includes flinching at loud noises. So now I’m going to edge you with each of these toys, bring you to the brink of orgasm without letting you have the release you crave.”
Moving to the side of the lounger, I drag the crop up her back, to her shoulder, and then down her arm, flicking the little leather tip of it against her body as I go. “You should see the mess I’m making on your back. You were dripping on my crop, and now I’m covering you in it like a filthy girl.”
Each little smack against her skin has it prickling into goosebumps. I walk around her, spanking the other side of her body, then swap out the crop for the flogger.
The leather fringe fans out on her skin as I softly stroke it down her body. Starting on one shoulder, I drag the flogger down to her ass before giving it a pop. I repeat the movement on the other side of her body, and she cries out with each spank. After a few more repetitions, I drag the silicone handle down the crack of her ass, and she lets out a long moan.
Once I position the tip between her thighs, I hold down the button turning on the vibrations and push it into her tight cunt.
She lets out a surprised gasp followed by a long low moan as I move the toy in and out, teasing her.
“This toy is my favorite. Capable of so much pain and pleasure in one little device. Do you want me to make you come with it?”
“Please, sir.”
I continue moving it in and out, pressing it against her G-spot watching as her spine elongates and she drops her head. Then I remove it from her and she lets out a needy whine. Setting it on the table, I grab the whip, holding it by both ends as I slide it around her neck and pull her up, until her back is pressed against my front.
Tightening the thong of the whip against her throat, I lean down pressing my lips against the shell of her ear. “Use your safe word if you need to stop.”
Her breath hitches, and I watch the rise and fall of her chest as I feel her nod against me. The barbells of her nipple piercings catch my eye as she relaxes against me.
“I know this is new to you, hell when you walked in here two years ago you couldn’t handle a man’s touch. But it’s been incredible watching this transformation in you. Seeing you eager for me. Not shying away from how I touch you or what I touch you with. I promise we will work up to the pain and pleasure this whip can bring you. But for now, I want you to grab the vibrator on that table and hold it against your clit. See if you can make yourself come.”
Transferring the whip to one hand, I adjust my grip so I can restrain her, leaving my other free to explore her body as she grabs the toy and slides it between her legs. “Keep it on the lowest setting.” I growl into her ear.
She gives a small nod and begins rubbing it around her clit. Her legs squeeze together, her frustration tangible.
“It’s not enough. Is it?”
She shakes her head.
I release my hold on her and she places a hand against the lounger, steadying herself now that she can’t lean against me.
“Do you want to see what I can do with this whip? How it will feel against your skin?”
“I do, but I’m…” she trails off.
“Scared?”
She shakes her head. “Apprehensive. Can you describe how it will feel?”
“It will sting initially. You might feel uncomfortable. But the pleasure that blooms after the pain will light your skin on fire.”
“Okay. I trust you with my pleasure.”
“Fuck, that makes me want to bend you over this furniture and slam into you hard,” I say, distracting her as I pull the whip back and crack it on the meat of her ass. Two quick pops.
“Oh, damn it,” she cries as she drops the vibrator and uses both heads to steady herself.
