A sequence of sharp slaps rained down on me the moment my hair was released. At first, my body bucked, but by the fifth strike, I forced myself to draw a deep breath. I needed to be still. I needed to endure.
I ground my hips harder against her hand, our bodies colliding with a rhythmic thud. Kelsey finally removed the earplugs. The world rushed back in a chaotic tide of sound.
A guttural moan filled the suite as she penetrated me fully: two fingers deep in my anus, two in my pussy. I moved against her with a newfound desperation.
“You're a whore, Kitty,” she rasped, her voice a dark velvet command. “Tell me what you really want...”
“Damn it...” The words escaped me, a jagged prayer. Immediately, all movement ceased. The sudden void was agonizing.
“Too bad my Kitty couldn't find her voice...” Kelsey said, a trace of sharp playfulness in her tone. She held my hair, quickly braiding it to keep my neck exposed. Then, a metallic clang echoed, followed by a sudden, sharp chill against my skin. “Today... I'm going to destroy your butt.”
“It's all yours, Reenaa,” I whispered, my voice a ragged surrender.
The cold metal was now meticulously invading me. A long, trembling moan escaped my lips. I instinctively tried to lower my head, but the slightest shift made the world tilt.
“If you move, the hook moves,” Kelsey warned, her voice steady and implacable. She anchored both hands on my hips, but asecond later, one hand broke free. I heard a whistle of air followed by the sharp, biting sting of a rattan cane.
“I don't know how long... I can stay still,” I gasped, my body shuddering under the assault.
She began to penetrate my pussy with an eager, relentless rhythm. I tried to arch my body forward to escape the intensity, but she caught me by the waist, hauling me back against her with bruising strength.
“Damn, you're so hot,” she rasped, the words a dark praise. Two more strikes from the rattan cane whistled through the air. She didn't miss a beat.
“Don't cum,” she commanded, her voice dropping to a low, vibratory hum.
I fought to steady my breathing. My bound hands throbbed, and the fire from the cane burned across my skin. And then, every movement ceased.
“No...” The protest died in my throat, choked off by a sudden swell of emotion. Another moan escaped me when I felt her thumb begin a slow, torturous trail over my clitoris—not moving, just resting there.
“Yes, you do. Now keep quiet,” she whispered, her voice a sharp, focused blade.
The moment the blindfold was ripped away, the sudden rush of light was jarring. Kelsey abruptly ceased all contact. A moan of pure frustration tore from my throat, but she simply reached out her hand for me to take.
“I want you over there,” she commanded. She loosened the braid, finally allowing the tension in my neck to bleed away. Iclung to her hand as she untied the bed restraints, guiding me toward the imposing X-shaped board.
“You're being perfect, Kitty,” she breathed against my lips before spinning me around.
My wrists were secured into thick leather straps. My legs followed, spread to the edge where pleasure dissolves into discomfort. Splayed open, I waited for the first stroke.
Kelsey selected a heavy leather paddle. She slid the cool, soft leather over the heat of my pussy, drawing out a long, shuddering moan.
“Are you used to the plug by now?” she asked. I nodded.
With an agonizing, exhausting calm, she began to withdraw the plug. The sensation was so intense that my moans turned sharp. The moment the metal cleared my body, the soft caress of the leather was gone, replaced instantly by two resounding slaps.
Moans, sighs, and the rhythmic crack of the paddle. That was the only language left to us.
I felt the solid weight of Kelsey’s body pressing against my back. She murmured that she was lowering the structure, tilting me forward until I was on all fours. With clinical precision, she fixed clamps to my nipples—a sharp, biting pressure.
“Do you want to suck me, Kitty?” she asked, her voice dripping with authority. I nodded desperately. “You'll be rewarded for being so delicious.”
She delivered two sharp slaps to my face—a stinging punctuation before she pulled back. She began to rub the rough linen of her pants against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
“Fuck!” I barked, the protest lost in the heat.
A heavy, resounding slap landed on my ass, followed by the intrusion of her hand. She penetrated me with a sudden, forceful depth. Indecipherable words tumbled from my mouth as she established a relentless rhythm.
The wave of raw pleasure was dangerously entwined with pain. I felt the silent heat of a few tears tracking down my cheeks—not from sorrow, but from the overwhelming weight of the sensation.
