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.
She had envisioned giving up the combination to the safe to save herself from torture, not to earn an orgasm. She breathes deeply, trying to focus on anything but her growing arousal and the vibrations against her aching pussy.
He removes his fingers and she strains her ears for any indication of what's coming next. Lube. She hears the squelch of the bottle then feels something cool against her ass. It's not her cute pink plug. This intrusion is harder, more bulbous. It meets more resistance.
The cold steel fills her, opens her further than any of her other toys, but it's still not seated. She shifts her weight, but he doesn't let up his firm, slow pressure until she takes it all. It's so heavy, keeping her fully aware of it's presence while he leaves her on the bed.
He doesn't ease into the caning like he often does. The first thwack makes her yelp.
"You've been such a good girl so far." He attempts to soften her with praise between strokes. "Just give me the first number... I'll put away the cane and I'll let you cum."
He punctuates his offer with quick successive strikes on her already-tender ass. It's only one number and surely significant time has passed. "Six."
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" He unstraps the wand and presses it to her clit. She whimpers from the intensity, but feels herself climbing fast. He'll keep his promise, but he won't waste time.
An orgasm rips through her. Her binds prevent her from arching her back or stretching her muscles, which threaten to cramp. He holds the wand firmly against her throbbing pussy.
"Again," he demands. She can't pull away, can't escape the overwhelming vibrations. Her body shudders again, but he doesn't let up.
"Again."
