"Holy cow!" I exclaid in disbelief as I peered at the screen. "She’s moaning," I said, referring to the unending moans that slipped through her lips as she counted his strokes.
I scoffed, leaning back into my seat, finally understanding why I was asked to keep an open mind, because if I didn’t... Let’s not get into that.
He carried on spanking her crimson ass until they got to number twenty.
He threw the whip to the corner, heading to a bedside drawer and took out two items. One of them was a pack of wipes. I couldn’t identify the other.
When he got to her exhausted, heaving figure, he pulled a smaller stool close, sitting on it so his face was directly before her ass cheeks.
He pressed soft kisses against her backside, careful to avoid touching so parts that looked bruised.
When he was done worshipping her cheeks equally, he took out so wipes from the pack and used them to clean them properly.
After disposing of them, he took out a cream that I instantly recognized, due to how much of it I used to get when I had started training to deal with my screaming, slow-healing muscles.
He applied a generous amount to her cheeks, massaging them gently.
She humd as the cream began to take effect. And while she rested, her man got busy.
He started by selecting various equipnt, like leather cuffs, an expandable bar, ropes, a feathery whip (this one had more feathers and less leather), and accessories like a vibrator with a very impressive head size, oil, lube, wipes and many more.
From a small room I took to be a closet, he produced a foldable table, which he set a few steps from the bed and started arranging his tools thodologically in a sequence that I presud was based on the order in which he’d use them.
Satisfied with his work, he made his way back to his girl, who now looked very much okay and ready to continue.
"Ready for your next punishnt?" He asked, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"Yes, Sir." She said eagerly, excitent in her eyes.
I squinted mine as I tried to understand the reason. He was going to torture her, or hadn’t she seen the equipnt that lined his table?
Despite the anticipation that weighed in my abdon, I was scared for her, even though the excitent she radiated told to do otherwise.
Sighing, I decided to carry on keeping an open mind. I had to try to focus on their actions and not their feelings.
"Let’s get to it then." He bellowed with an evil look in his eyes, and even I felt shivers go down my spine.
He lifted her off the table, taking one stride after the other to the queen-sized bed. He dropped her on her ass roughly onto the bed, causing a soft squeak to escape her lips.
Her gaze on him was predatory, like she was the one doing the haunting, whereas he was the one holding the tools.
He made his way to his table, going over the equipnt he had laid out with his eyes.
He picked up the leather cuffs and turned to the bed, heading towards the post.
Without waiting for his order, she placed her hands on one of the railings on the post, far from each other.
With a neutral look, he cuffed her hands to the railing, making sure it wasn’t too tight for her wrist.
Satisfied, he walked back to his table, picked another set of cuffs I hadn’t noticed and made his way to the foot of the bed.
This ti she didn’t spread them, but when he did, I understood why.
He cuffed her ankles to the posts of the bed, after bringing them close so her legs weren’t stretched too much.
He silently made his way back to the table, picked up the bottle of oil, and made his way back to the bed.
Placing the oil on the side, he reached for her head, pulling it up and claid her lips with his. She moaned into his kiss as he massaged her boob fondly. Her upper body arched into his chest as their kiss deepened, she tugged on the chain wanting more proximity between them, but he pulled away, having done his business, which wasn’t to just rile her up, but to take off her hair band.
Yes, yes. I know. I didn’t notice until he got up from the bed and waved the hair band. His pretty face couldn’t look any less smug.
With a heaving chest, she looked at him with so much mischievousness in her eyes, like she was planning her revenge, but he didn’t look like he cared.
He picked up his bottle of oil and motioned that she lie face flat in the bed, after he had uncuffed her legs. Like her other actions, she carried out his instructions without any care in the world. Without fear or reserve.
The trust she had in him was... amazing.
He straightened her arms as softly as a man of his caliber could muster, despite the fact that they were crisscrossed, packing the mass of her hair that sprawled across her back to the side, making sure not even one strand was out of place.
He spritzed her back, sides, ass, thighs and legs generously with oil. When he was done, he placed the bottle back on the table and began massaging her body, making sure he got to all parts of her body, including her front, where she lay on..
When he was done, he quickly flipped her over, a sigh of relief escaping her lips.
"That hurt. Didn’t it?" He asked, staring dead into her eyes.
"Yes. Sir." She responded.
"Sorry, not sorry. " He quipped, and I almost scoffed.
’Douchebag.’
He reapplied oil to places he wasn’t able to cover from behind, taking extra ti to fondle her breasts, pinching his nipples while he was at it.
I didn’t need a soothsayer to know she was enjoying it, since I had experienced it before. But I couldn’t help but want to feel it again.
The warmth they exuded, the chemistry between them, I wanted it all.
He pulled away eventually, getting back on his feet and on his way to his table. He placed the oil on it and picked up two other equipnt in exchange.
His feather whip and his massive vibrator that I kinda had a huge crush on.
I stared at the vibrator in his hand, picturing the number of things he could do to her with that vibrator.
Out of all of them, one that did make shudder was the fact that he could take her to the brink of madness in less than ten minutes, but I guess that’s why it’s called a punishnt.
He walked back to the bed, placing the vibrator on the side. Mira stared at him, eyes wide and expectant, even though her throat bobbed incessantly.
He ran the feathery whip lightly along her skin, causing her to inch away because it tickled. It looked sweet, you know, the whole using feathers tickling her skin.
But, I couldn’t help but feel like he had an ulterior motive for doing that, a huge one. My best guess was that he wanted to awaken her nerves before getting back to the real deal, and man, was I right?
When he was done tickling her legs, her v, and the rest of her body, he moved to the foot of the bed with his major weapon in hand, clearly a man on a mission.
He made himself comfortable between glistening thighs, running his fingers against her dripping silt. She writhed against her restraints at his actions, while I, well, you can say I dug a pretty pit for myself.
A breathless moan escaped my lips.
It wasn’t loud, but they heard it. Loud and clear, and I knew it stirred sothing in them because the temperature of the room that had been dropping slowly dropped faster than I could have ever imagined.
But neither of us took our eyes off the screen, and with every assault the man on the screen carried out on Mira’s pussy, mine clenched between my crossed legs, even as the increased thumping of my heart echoed loudly in my ears.
He started with his index, middle and ring fingers, rubbing her clitoris in a slow circular motion, definitely building up the tension in her abdon.
She wanted more, so she ground her hips against his fingers, but his other large palm held her down by pushing the apex of her hip into the mattress.
He gave her a look, daring her to move, and for the first ti since the session started, Mira let go of her ambitions. Well, for as long as she could because she wasn’t a freaking robot!
Yunno, even till today, I wonder why n would touch us in ’certain’ spots, and expect us to really stay in one place.
Like, man! It’s got freaking nerves!!! It’s just like touching an exposed electric wire and not expecting to get electrocuted.
Smh.
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