He places his neat stack of fifties in the safe. Always appreciative of a nice visual, she brought her bet money in various denominations for a slightly larger pile, though equal in value.
"Are you expecting me to celebrate my win at the strip club?" he teases.
"I want you to fuck me on a pile of my winnings," she corrects. They both know bragging rights are the true prize though.
He turns around while she sets the four digit combination. She places a timer on top of the safe. Her hand hovers over the button as she takes a deep breath.
"Time starts in three, two, one."
When he turns back around to face her, the warm, flirty smile is replaced with a mischievous grin. His eyes sparkle with sadistic anticipation like they do when she's earned a punishment.
"Strip then face down on the bed." She slowly lifts her shirt up over her head. "Don't waste time. Quickly," he growls, eyeing her like prey.
Once naked, she lays on the bed on her stomach. He swats her behind. "Ass up, on your knees. I bought something new for tonight." He coaxes her legs wider before securing each ankle to a spreader bar. Her pussy is fully on display and oh so vulnerable. She shivers.
"You're already so wet." He trails two fingers through her damp folds. "So when do I start asking for the combination?"
"Whenever you want, but I'm not going to give it to you." He responds to her sass by plunging his fingers into her mouth until she licks them clean, effectively hushing her for now. He fastens her wrists to the bar outside her ankles, forcing her chest into the bed and locking her immobile.
The first victim of the crop is the bottom of her left foot with little pitter-patter taps and ticklish strokes. He can't resist her bare, upturned feet and he's playing to win. He knows this is her least favorite place to be touched.
The strike squarely on her ass makes her flinch. He varies the location, the intensity, and the speed of his strikes, making it excruciatingly impossible to anticipate his next move. Pink marks bloom beautifully on her fair skin.
The leather makes wet slapping noises against her increasingly-sensitive pussy when he focuses his attention there, beating a rapid rhythm until she mewls softly.
"Just give me the first number of the combination and I'll switch to something else."
"No," she groans.
"Think about it. The cane is up next." He sits on the bed next to her, but she can't see what he's strapping to her thigh.
She jolts when the wand starts buzzing. He's positioned it with enough pressure to drive her crazy, but not enough to make her cum. She squirms just to be sure release isn't possible.
"Still a no?" he asks before leaning in to crudely spit on her puckered hole. His breath tickles as he asks if she's sure.
She doesn't respond as he teases her ass, rubbing little circles over her entrance then slowly pushing a finger fully inside before withdrawing. Again. And again. She stifles a frustrated moan. He inserts two fingers, twisting and spreading them to stretch her.
