I run my hands across your reddening bottom. The pink hand prints are slightly raised, the heat rising from your skin bringing with it a smile of satisfaction. I stroke your tender skin lightly, the tickling trail of my fingers skimming along makes you clear your throat and utter a husky moan of frustration.
You wiggle your hips back and forth, looking into my eyes.
"That tickles." you pout.
I pull you close, my lips finding yours.
Eyes close. Tongues twisting, skipping slick and warm. Both of us hungry - trying to take in as much as we can in this wet, writhing embrace. A slippery serenade - notes of soft moans and deep growls...
Releasing my balls reluctantly your hands find my back pulling me to you. My fingers find your hips -- your "fuck handles" as you called them -- though right now they are simply small hills to cross as my hands slide up the sides of your tight fitting corset... your breasts the mountains they yearn to climb.
The tips of my fingers linger on the sides of the corset, feeling the material. Strong hands wrap around your breasts, squeezing, kneading. The corset allows little movement, but my rough handling forces your hard nipples to scuff along the inside of the material, making them achingly hard.
The sleeves of my suit jacket brush your flushed breasts as my hands continue upward, sliding under your arms. Instinctively you giggle, tickled by the buttons on my sleeve. You press your arms close to your side, digging your nails into my back, trapping my hands between your upper arm and chest.
You lean back and raise your eyebrows dramatically.
"I think I have you trapped, now..."
I chuckle and slide my hands upward. You resist, but only for a moment, before raising your arms. Your eyes locked on mine, my hands continue upward, raising your arms above your head. You loosely knit your fingers together, glancing down at your cleavage -- made all the more pronounced by your posture.
I hold of your wrists, keeping your hands above your head, stepping forward. You take little steps backward until your butt touches the wall. You wince, thinking how sore your ass is going to be tomorrow.
I press my hands against the wall, pinning your arms above your head. You whimper throatily and feel your knees start to buckle as I lean down for a long lingering kiss. You slide downward slightly, but my hold on your wrists keeps you upright.
"Okay, J... you've got me now, I'm your prisoner... so what are you going to do to me?" you whisper coyly.
I shift your wrists together so I can hold them crossed with one hand. My free hand loosens the top of your corset, letting your breasts spill out slightly. Enough to make it look obscene -- as if sinful flesh overflowed saintly confinement. Each inch of skin a prisoner that I've chosen to set free for my pleasure.
My head darts down, my lips finding your neck. Nibbling, biting, licking my way down to the soft fold where graceful neck meets slender shoulder.... My tongue licks lower, flicking across the swell of your breasts. You hope desperately that your nipples are now exposed, that my mouth will find one and suckle it -- tending to your need.
You moan and thrash your head from side to side as my sharp teeth nip at your skin, tasting your tenderness. You taste like spring not yet become summer -- sweet fruit at the peak of ripeness -- made all the more delicious by the seasoning of the salt of your sweat and the delicate scent of your perfume.
My hand slides down between us to cup your bare mound. Shaved for me, I think. The offhand way you think of ways to please my causing my heart to thump heavily in my chest.
You can feel the outline of my cock beating in time -- its heat and hardness pressed against your stomach through the slick cloth of my suit pants.
My middle finger strokes your dainty pink hood. Once again you hear the notes of our melody over the roll of thunder and the lash of rain outside your window. This time it's thrumming dirge, strokes and flicks causing your hips to buck and roll. You can feel the wetness of your cunt, the juices of your peach dripping against your thighs as your hips sway and dance.
"Mmmmhhh. I'm soooo fucking wet right now." You moan out over my shoulder.
I chuckle and step back, withdrawing my hand from your mound and once again pinning you to the wall with both hands. I step back to admire you -- now slightly sweaty, your hair a little disheveled. You look stunning -- a tousled, flushed beauty. Delicate and decadent. Feisty and flighty. Struggling and giggling. A sensual butterfly begging to be pinned.
I pull you backward into the room, crossing your arms and turning you around so that I'm behind you. My right hand on your left wrist, my left to your right. I nibble your neck again as you struggle to turn, seeking a kiss. Thwarting your efforts, I push you roughly onto the bed.
I slap your ass hard once making you yelp, before walking to the foot of the bed and leisurely sliding off my jacket. As I loosen my tie you roll onto your back, dangling your head off the edge of the bed. Your fingers clumsily tugging at the front of the corset, loosening it. Your press your thighs together, enjoying the squishy feeling of your sopping cunt.
"So what's my present?"
I chuckle and toss you the package, which you unwrap hastily. It's a long slender shaft of leather, topped by a handle at one end and a small flap of carefully sewn leather at the other. You look at it quizzically. You've seen one before but can't place where.
"It's a riding crop, Bella... normally reserved for horses, but best used for naughty little girls."
Holding it firmly, you give your thigh a hard stroke.
"Yowch! This thing hurts!" you exclaim.
"That's right... that's why I'm going to be very careful..." I pause for effect, my shirt half unbuttoned.
"...when I use it on your cunt." Outside the sky thunders ominously, and the rain sloshes loudly against the walls.
You gasp and laugh giddily. You idly consider trying it again on yourself, but after the sharp pain of accidentally hitting yourself too hard on the thigh, you can only imagine what sort of agony you might be in if you misjudged a stroke to your pussy.
