One Dom at a Time
table
though he left my wrist and ankle cuffs on. He also left the butt
plug in. His hand grabbed mine and led me to a spanking bench. I
could feel a trail of wet juices slide down my legs. I knew I was
going to lose this bet and my pussy moistened more with
anticipation.
    He turned me toward the bench and
pushed me down so my ass was in the air. My arms and legs were
quickly secured. His hands squeezed my cheeks and he used his
finger to follow along the crack ending at the butt plug. I
clenched my anus tight refusing to release the toy. He pulled
slightly and a soft groan escaped my lips.
    “I know you want my cock in here
but it’s too late to go back on the contract now.” The plug slid
slowly in and out. If he touched my clit he would have two orgasms
in the bag. He must have known but for some reason he
stopped.
    “I’ve owed you your next
punishment since the night we met. It’s going to hurt, you’re going
to cry, but you’re also going to love it.
    Panic set in just like he knew it
would. I’d be damned if I would cry no matter what he did but I
couldn’t help but wonder what that would be. My eyes followed him
as he walked over to the wall and took down a black leather riding
crop. He walked back and placed the end under the front of my body
running it across my breasts. He teased the nipple clamps causing
sensual burning. My deep breaths grew erratic. He stopped and
walked behind me out of my line of sight again.
    “Do you remember the first night we met?”
    The crop came down hard across my right butt cheek.
I inhaled and a slight squeal escaped my mouth.
    “I want an answer.”
    The crop came down again. I
managed to hold in my groan but it hurt. “Yes.”
    “Did you really think I would harm
you?”
    Again the crop struck and this
time the pain was more intense.
    “I didn’t know you.” I managed this sentence between
clenched teeth.
    “You were beautiful.”
    Strike, this one landed on the
back of my upper leg. “You sent me flying over your
shoulder.”
    The next one landed on my other
leg. He striped my skin with deft perfection.
    I wanted to strangle you but more
than anything, I wanted to fuck you.”
    The crop landed on the exposed
part of my pussy and I screamed. I could no longer hold back my
tears and they fell one after the other.
    I felt his hand rub my lower back
and then two fingers entered me ever so slowly. When they were
finally as far as they could go the anal plug twisted.
    “Damn you.” I cried. I could no longer help
myself.
    “Oh baby, you played right into my hands.”
    He stepped away from my body and the riding crop
again smacked my backside though this time it was lower on the back
of my leg. I didn’t have time to scream before the next strike
landed. He systematically continued and I was sobbing in earnest
now. His arm was perfection and he never hit the same place twice
but my entire backside was a single burning sensation.
    The last strike was between my
legs and then his fingers took over. Slowly in and just as slowly
out. When they came out the butt plug moved in. I couldn’t stop the
explosion of my orgasm. It ripped through my body and I screamed
with the intensity of my pleasure.
    When I came back and was aware of
my surroundings he was releasing my arms and moving the bench down
so I was on my knees. He came around in front of me.
    “Unzip my pants and take my cock
in your mouth. Use your hands on my balls. I like a small amount of
pain so keep that in mind. You will drink me down and lick my cock
clean.”
    My hands shook but I managed to
get his pants apart. He was commando and his large luscious cock
sprung free. I pushed his pants slightly past his hips so I could
get to his balls. I took them in my hand and squeezed. His fingers
went into my hair and though braided, he was able to weave them
into the strands against my scalp. I took both his balls in one
hand and took his cock with the other, levering it slightly so I
could get my lips around it.

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