He flexed his fingers in anticipation, his back flat on the bed, muscles twitching. Leather cuffs bound his wrists and ankles. His eyes were closed behind a silk blindfold. "If you want me to slow down, you will say, 'Yellow.' Do you understand?"
"Yes, my love."
"If you want it to stop, you will say, 'Red.' Do you understand?"
"Yes, my love."
He inhaled deeply. A candle burned on the bedside table. The air above him smelled of warm leather. A small bottle popped open. Then, he smelled spicy oil as she slicked it onto her hands.
She kneaded the flesh under his collarbones, working the oil into his skin. Her fingertips stroked the side of his neck, just up to his earlobe. As her hands glided down his shoulders and back to his chest, a low hum escaped his throat. "Out loud," she warned.
"That feels good."
The stroking stopped suddenly, and a leather riding crop stung his inner thigh. "Try again."
"It feels good, my love."
"Good boy."
The end of the riding crop came up to caress his face, from his temple down to his chin. Her fingertips glided slowly across his chest, then down the side of his body, and turned back when they reached his hip. His eyes closed as the tension dissipated, and his eyelashes brushed the inside of the blindfold. "Do you like the way that feels?" she asked.
"I do, my love."
"Then think before you speak."
Her fingers left his body, and she took his hand in both of hers. She kneaded the small joints lovingly. Her hot, wet tongue enveloped his middle finger, followed by her lips as she took it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue down and around its length, then pulled it out, leaving it soaking wet. "Turn it over."
He obeyed, turning his palm to face the ceiling. Her heels clicked sharply on the floor and she positioned herself over it. "Apologize." She guided his hand up to meet her, then allowed him to continue. He pushed the silky fabric aside to stroke her folds with his middle finger. His cock twitched when he felt her wet, swollen heat. He pushed the finger in and out of her slowly, then removed it to gently stroke her clit. "Good boy."
"Thank you, my love."
Her heels clicked again as she stepped away from his hand. She fisted her hand in his hair, gently pulling his head back as she leaned over his mouth. She ran the tip of her tongue along his lips. He parted them obediently, and she pressed his face to hers as her tongue entered his mouth. She sucked on his tongue, then nipped at his bottom lip when he needed to breathe. He hardened completely. "Do you want me to make you feel good?"
He answered, short of breath, "Please, yes, my love." A drop of sweat ran from his hairline down the side of his face. His cock was straining, and its tip was already wet. His blood burned beneath his skin. She found his ear with her tongue, and he hissed as she licked and sucked on it. She straightened up, quickly releasing his head from her grip to tie her hair back. She knelt on the bed between his legs and stroked the place on his inner thigh where the riding crop had struck. She kissed and licked the reddened skin, then moved her tongue to flick the tip of his cock. She tasted clear, salty fluid and smirked while she ran the backs of her fingernails against his balls. His cock ached.
Her tongue and fingers abruptly stopped teasing him. She slid her body forward and took hold of the headboard, kneeling over his head. Without a word, his mouth opened and his tongue glided back and forth through her folds. She dropped down further, allowing his tongue to enter her. "Yesss, pet," she whispered as she tangled her fingers in his hair once more. "Earn it." He lapped at her pussy. She bucked her hips back and forth and lowered herself, her knuckles turning white as they gripped the headboard. His tongue swirled around the opening of her cunt, then dragged the wetness down to her tight, pink asshole. He tongued it hard until she shook, her pussy dripping onto his face. He licked it up, then tilted his chin upwards to capture her throbbing clit with his lips. He sucked hard and she came, groaning and drenching him.