“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered as he clipped the leather cuffs to my belt and I quivered.
His big hand cupped the back of my head tightly guiding it down until my face was buried in the black, silk pillow.
An eternity passed. My bare legs growing goose flesh from the chill of the room. He believed that the cold intensified the pleasure. I flinched as his bare hand made contact with my bottom. He rubbed it with his cold fingers, then gave it a thunderous smack. My insides swelled and I let out a whimper.
He leaned forward placing his thick erection firmly between my cheeks and tickled my back with the leather strips of the red and black flogger. I tried not to tense up as I awaited the first strike.
“Crack!” the sound echoed in my ears and my hunger for him grew.
He gently ran the leather straps across the strike zone, then, struck me two more times. I would be incapable of holding back much longer.
“What do you want? Say it!” he told me as he stuck his hand between my legs and squeezed.
“Fuck me…” I whispered.
He slapped my ass hard and said, “I didn’t hear you?”
“Fuck me…” I said, louder this time.
He struck me again, ‘Who are you talking to?”
“Fuck me, Daddy! Please!” I cried.
He grunted, satisfied that I’d learned my lesson. He placed his big hand on the small of my back and plunged his cock inside me.
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