arch her back so your chest is pushed out… That’s it. Good girl.” He brushed her breasts with the crop, letting the leather caress her.
Lightly, he applied slaps to her breasts, spreading out the smacks between both of them. She made a small noise, and he intensified the impact of the small leather flapper. Her breasts bounced from the smacks, and she felt the lone clothespin moving around, twisting her flesh as it did so.
The leather flicked at her nipples, and she arched her back more. The pinching from the pin, the sharp slaps of the leather, and the caressing between all melded together. Her breath quickened, not from fear, but from excitement. A particularly hard slap landed on her nipple, and she cried out from it, but didn’t try to avoid him. She tilted her head back and let him continue his game. Her skin felt warm from the spanking.
The clothespin became his primary target, and he flicked it with the crop. “Ready?” Before she formed an answer, he slapped the pin from her skin.
She let out a yelp, but focused on her breathing. She couldn’t help the smile that took over her lips. She’d made it through.
The clunk of the crop landing on the table echoed in the other otherwise silent room.
Royce wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck and cheeks. He ran his hands down her arms and slowly up her torso until he reached her breasts. He kneaded them and kissed her.
She felt hungry for him, and kissed back as though she were in a fever. He dragged his lips away from her mid-kiss.
“I want to describe your breasts to you.” He released her and stepped back.
Her hands remained gripping the stool. Her cheeks flushed. She could feel his stare, and she wondered if she’d ever get used to his eyes on her.
“The clothespins left small red marks behind. The riding crop, that you did so well taking for me, has left your breasts a rosy shade of red. It looks like they are blushing. Almost as much as your face.” His voice was light.
She wanted to see him and moved her hands toward her face.
“Don’t remove the blindfold. I’ll remove it when I’m ready.”
She dropped her hands.
“Why are you blushing? Are you embarrassed about what we did?” His hands were back on her, caressing her thighs.
“No,” she answered honestly.
“Did you hate it?” His voice held a hesitation she hadn’t noticed before. Normally, everything he said was with confidence.
“No.” She shook her head.
“Did you enjoy it?” he continued.
Her blush deepened. “Yes.” She breathed.
He spread her legs and dipped his finger into her. She was hot and ready for the invasion. She leaned forward and gripped his shoulder to steady herself as he moved his finger in her.
“Yes, I think you enjoyed yourself a lot.” He kissed her cheek again. With his free hand, he pulled the fabric from her eyes. She blinked a few times to allow her eyes to adjust to the lighting, and then she locked her gaze with his and licked her lips. His own excitement was evident, and rubbing against her leg.
“Is there something you’d like?” He grinned, his dimpled appearing.
“Yes.” She nodded and took a deep breath as he moved his assault to her clit. She spread her legs wider and arched her back, moving closer to his hand.
“What is it?” he prodded, removing his finger from her. She groaned and looked down at his groin. “Just ask.” His voice taunted.
“I don’t want to say it. Can’t I just do it?” She avoided his eyes.
“That’s not how this works. How can I give permission if I don’t know what it is that’s being requested?” He brought his lips to her ear and nibbled her earlobe. He’d learned quickly her earlobe was a hot button for her.
She exhaled her frustration. “Never mind then.” She sounded flippant.
Royce snaked his hand up her neck, grabbed her hair at the base, and wrapped it around his fist, pulling her gaze to his. She winced at the shock of the movement.
“Tell me what you
Lightly, he applied slaps to her breasts, spreading out the smacks between both of them. She made a small noise, and he intensified the impact of the small leather flapper. Her breasts bounced from the smacks, and she felt the lone clothespin moving around, twisting her flesh as it did so.
The leather flicked at her nipples, and she arched her back more. The pinching from the pin, the sharp slaps of the leather, and the caressing between all melded together. Her breath quickened, not from fear, but from excitement. A particularly hard slap landed on her nipple, and she cried out from it, but didn’t try to avoid him. She tilted her head back and let him continue his game. Her skin felt warm from the spanking.
The clothespin became his primary target, and he flicked it with the crop. “Ready?” Before she formed an answer, he slapped the pin from her skin.
She let out a yelp, but focused on her breathing. She couldn’t help the smile that took over her lips. She’d made it through.
The clunk of the crop landing on the table echoed in the other otherwise silent room.
Royce wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck and cheeks. He ran his hands down her arms and slowly up her torso until he reached her breasts. He kneaded them and kissed her.
She felt hungry for him, and kissed back as though she were in a fever. He dragged his lips away from her mid-kiss.
“I want to describe your breasts to you.” He released her and stepped back.
Her hands remained gripping the stool. Her cheeks flushed. She could feel his stare, and she wondered if she’d ever get used to his eyes on her.
“The clothespins left small red marks behind. The riding crop, that you did so well taking for me, has left your breasts a rosy shade of red. It looks like they are blushing. Almost as much as your face.” His voice was light.
She wanted to see him and moved her hands toward her face.
“Don’t remove the blindfold. I’ll remove it when I’m ready.”
She dropped her hands.
“Why are you blushing? Are you embarrassed about what we did?” His hands were back on her, caressing her thighs.
“No,” she answered honestly.
“Did you hate it?” His voice held a hesitation she hadn’t noticed before. Normally, everything he said was with confidence.
“No.” She shook her head.
“Did you enjoy it?” he continued.
Her blush deepened. “Yes.” She breathed.
He spread her legs and dipped his finger into her. She was hot and ready for the invasion. She leaned forward and gripped his shoulder to steady herself as he moved his finger in her.
“Yes, I think you enjoyed yourself a lot.” He kissed her cheek again. With his free hand, he pulled the fabric from her eyes. She blinked a few times to allow her eyes to adjust to the lighting, and then she locked her gaze with his and licked her lips. His own excitement was evident, and rubbing against her leg.
“Is there something you’d like?” He grinned, his dimpled appearing.
“Yes.” She nodded and took a deep breath as he moved his assault to her clit. She spread her legs wider and arched her back, moving closer to his hand.
“What is it?” he prodded, removing his finger from her. She groaned and looked down at his groin. “Just ask.” His voice taunted.
“I don’t want to say it. Can’t I just do it?” She avoided his eyes.
“That’s not how this works. How can I give permission if I don’t know what it is that’s being requested?” He brought his lips to her ear and nibbled her earlobe. He’d learned quickly her earlobe was a hot button for her.
She exhaled her frustration. “Never mind then.” She sounded flippant.
Royce snaked his hand up her neck, grabbed her hair at the base, and wrapped it around his fist, pulling her gaze to his. She winced at the shock of the movement.
“Tell me what you
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