He spanks me again. And again. Rhythmic. Precise. My ass turning pink, then red.
Now that I'm watching this, I can feel those handprints.
He pauses. Runs his hand over the heated skin. Then reaches between my legs.
I watch myself grind back against his fingers.
No. No, I wouldn't?—
But I am.
I'm watching myself do it.
He pulls his hand away. Brings it down again. Harder this time.
I come.
Right there. Just from the spanking. My whole body shaking against the bench, thighs trembling.
I fast forward… I'm on my back now. On that same exam table. But my legs aren't in stirrups. They're pulled up over my head. Ankles cuffed together above me. Completely exposed.
He's fucking me. Hard. One hand gripping my thigh, the other working a vibrator against my clit.
I'm screaming.
Not in pain.
In pleasure.
My voice is wrecked. Desperate. Begging."Please please please don't stop don't stop?—"
He doesn't stop.
I black out on camera. My body goes limp.
He pulls out. Sets the vibrator aside. Releases each restraint, calm, methodical. Then he lifts me and carries me over to the couch. His sits, me in his lap, and kisses my head, smoothing hair out of my eyes, whispering things I can't hear. But I know he's talking to me, I can see his lips moving.
Thirty seconds later on the timestamp, I wake up. I watch myself blink. Look around. Find his face. And then I reach for him.
Ireach forhim.
I scramble up, put myself in his lap. Kiss him. Grind against the erection still wet from being inside me.
The video ends, I put in the next one. I'm tied to a St. Andrew's cross. Arms and legs spread wide. He's using a flogger on my breasts. Soft strikes that make my nipples hard. Then he's on his knees. Mouth between my legs. Eating me out while I writhe against the restraints.
I come again. Blackout.
And again. Blackout.
And again. Blackout.
I stop counting after five.
Next video. I'm riding him. Bouncing on his cock like I'm possessed. His hands on my hips, guiding me, but I'm the one setting the pace.
Frantic. Desperate.
I lookhappy.
