She shivers, and I watch her for a moment before I strike again.
“How close to the soft limit are you?” I ask.
“Not close at all,” she says.
“Your body tells me otherwise,” I say. “Are you lying?”
“No, I am not, it’s just very…arousing,” she says and hides her face between her arms.
A silent huff escapes me, and before she can think any more about it, I strike again.
Slap.
“Seven, thank you, Mistress.”
Slap.
“Eight, thank you, Mistress.”
She bends back, and a moan trails into my ears. She is actually enjoying it.
Slap.
“Nine, thank you, Mistress.”
For the last one, I use all the power I have. I want to test her boundaries.
Slap.
She shrieks and gasps before she says, “Ten, thank you, Mistress.”
She rests bend over the backrest of the sofa, breathing heavily. I lean over her, grasp her by the roots of her hair and pull her into a vertical kneeling position on the sofa.
A smile hushes over her face.
I remove the neckerchief around her eyes and sit on the sofa.
“Sit on my lap,” I order her, and she crawls onto me, without sitting down properly.
“You are not too heavy,” I say. “Sit down, properly.”
She does as told, and only then do I open the handcuffs' carabiners.
She watches my every move closely.
“I wish for you to look me in the eye for what is about to happen. Whatever you feel, you will not break eye contact.”
She nods. Her eyes shimmer, and I cannot wait to watch her come.
My hands trail over her thighs, around her arse, and for one infinite moment, I believe I have arrived in heaven.
I roll my hips slightly to animate her to do the same with hers. I guide her movement with my hands and push her slightly to the side until I can feel her heated clit burning my thigh.
She gasps, and it takes all her willpower not to throw her head back.
I push and roll her hips over my leg in a slow rhythm, back and forth.
Her cheeks get redder.
