I pull the crop away again, and land another on her opposite cheek, a little harder than before. Another moan. “Someone likes a little pain, doesn’t she?” She whimpers into the ball gag, and I glance around her to see a line of drool hanging from the left side of her mouth.
I squat next to her, place my middle finger at her chin and collect the spit before it drops to the floor. “You’re drooling, baby,” I tease. “I hope you know how sexy that is and how hard it makes me to see you like this.” And then I suck my finger clean, because I need to taste some part of her. I’m probably dancingalong the lines I’ve drawn, but it’s fine as long as I don’t cross it, right?
I stand and return to the task at hand, because this isnotabout me. It’s about helping her get out of her head. I rear back and land a heavier blow to her right ass cheek, half expecting her to stop me–stopthis. But she doesn’t. She lets out a loud moan so erotic I can feel precum leaking from my throbbing shaft. Trying to ignore my raging erection, I pepper more blows, creating the sexiest pink glow on her creamy, white skin.
“Just a few more, baby. You okay?”
She mumbles a drawn out and mutedmmhmmand I can already see a sheen of sweat forming on her skin.
“Lean over and put your forehead on the floor for me. Show me your beautiful ass ,” I order and now I’m sure my cock is going to explode at the sight. I can see the moisture from her wet cunt from here, leaking through her panties. It’s simply the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I palm my cock through my pants to relieve some pressure, but it’s not working. Maybe if I think about something else besides this siren laid out before me.
Dead puppies. Dead puppies. Dead puppies.
Nope.
Fuck my life.
I lean down to rub her ass, while trying to convince myself it’s not sexual if I’m simply soothing the pain I caused.
I stand and pull the crop back, landing it hard on one cheek, and then the other. I’m not going easy on her, but I don’t think she minds, because she’s moaning more and her chest is now heaving with every blow.
“That’s it, baby. Get out of that pretty head of yours and feel everything I’m doing to you.”
Her head falls to the side as she grunts, her body shaking. She hasn’t shown me she wants or needs to stop, but this is her first time, so I slow my swings to a stop, making the call for her.
Her face is beet red, and her breathing is already slowing. She looks almost peaceful. I was worried for a brief moment that I pushed her too hard, but the wetness dripping down her thighs tells a different story. She just came.
Arabella
I just came. Holy fucking shit.
My body is still shaking as I come down from the high of such an intense release. That’s never happened, although to be fair I’ve nevertriedanything like that before. I’ve imagined lots of things, since I started really researching, but I could never have anticipated I’d orgasm from pain alone.
I lay there with my face still on the floor and ass in the air, exposed and vulnerable. I have no doubt he can see everything, including the arousal soaking through my underwear. Does he know?
“Arabella, did you just come?” Okay. He totally knows. His voice is huskier and lower than usual, almost like this turned him on as much as it did me. Is it me or what he did to me? The way he touched and spoke to me leads me to believe it may actually be me that has him so riled up, but I suppose it’s possible he’s just playing the part. None of this is new to him.
I mumble into the gag, ashamed to admit that I just had the hardest orgasm of my life and he wasn’t even fucking me.
He grabs my arms to help me sit up, removing the blindfold once I’m upright.
“Close your eyes, it’s going to be bright.”
I squint and turn my head like I can avoid the light from accosting me. Then he's unbuckling the gag and slowly pulling it from my mouth.
My jaw works side to side, trying to relieve the stiffness that’s set in.
“Are you okay?”
I blink up at him and his pupils are blown so wide, there’s hardly any blue left. I’d say he’s definitely aroused. He looks like he’s about to pounce.
“I’m fine,” I assure him, grinning. “My jaw is a little stiff, but it was worth it.”
“That’s good to hear. Now tell me, did you come?”
“Yes, Sir.” I can’t tell if he’s happy about my admission, or not, but I watch his jaw tick for a brief second before I ask, “Is that bad?”
