disappeared into the bathroom. She
returned wearing a pair of knee high black vinyl boots with spiked heels, a black
leather nipple-less bra with a leather thong, and a pair of black, elbow-length
fingerless gloves. Carrying a leather whip in one hand, she slapped it lightly
against the palm of her other hand.
“What are you doing, Gillian?” Ian asked, raising his head to see her
better.
“I’m doing whatever the hell I want to,” she said with a laugh. “And you
will do whatever the hell I want as well.” She went to the bed and slapped his
ass with the whip. When he didn’t respond, she slapped his ass again, this time
with enough force to leave a red stripe across both cheeks.
“Now,” she continued, “you’ll do as I say or you get the whip.”
“Gillian,” he said cautiously.
She slapped his ass again. “You’ll answer only when I ask a question, and
you’ll address me as Mistress. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied.
“Very good. You learn quickly,” she said, walking around the bed.
Touching the end of the whip to the bottom of his foot, she drew it up the
length of his leg, over his ass, and across his back.
“You’re so gorgeous,” she said softly, climbed onto the bed and straddled
his legs. Bending over him, she flicked her tongue over his back and across his
shoulder. She trailed one long fingernail across his jaw, nibbled his earlobe and
whispered, “Tell me what you want?”
“I want to give you the pleasure you’re looking for, Mistress. I want to
make you wet and hear you scream.”
“ Mmm,” she moaned. Then she slid off him to the bed and pushed against
his body until he rolled onto his side. She placed pillows behind him so he felt no
pressure from the handcuffs at his wrists, and then lay beside him. She kissed
him. Softly at first, then with more passion as he opened his mouth to her and let
her take. Her nails raked over his belly to his cock and wrapped around it,
massaging the length of him until he began to harden. With her mouth still fused
to his, she rolled a cock ring over his dick to the base, and ran her tongue down
his body.
With his dick in her mouth, she sucked him down her throat until he
became completely hard. She sucked the head of his cock ruthlessly, slid her
mouth over his full length and brought him closer and closer to release. With his
balls in her hand, she palmed them gently and continued to suck his dick while
his hips bucked faster and faster against her mouth. His cock in one hand, she
massaged him up and down, her grip lighter as she came up over the head, and
tighter as she went back down and forced the wide head through a small
opening made by her thumb and finger.
She watched his face as she jacked him, then lowered her head once more
and sucked the head of his dick while she stroked up and down the length of
him. The ring at the base of his cock restricted the blood flow and made it more
difficult for him to come, but Gillian kept an eye on his facial expressions and the
movement of his hips. As soon as she saw he was about to come, she slapped his
cock hard.
Ian’s eyes flew open and he sucked a deep breath into his lungs. “What
the f uck?” Gillian cocked a brow, a slight smile curving her lips. “What the fuck,
Mistress?”
“Shh,” she whispered and nibbled her way back over his belly. She moved
up to his nipples and sucked the little nubs into her mouth. Licking up his neck
and over his face, she found his lips and he opened his mouth, trying to kiss her.
“No,” she said. “Don’t kiss me back. Just let me do it.”
Her tongue first flicked across his bottom lip. She used her thumb to press
his mouth open just a little wider and ran her tongue across his top lip very
slowly. With her mouth pressed to his, she slipped her tongue inside and kissed
him so slowly and deliberately, taking all the time she needed. She held his face
in her hands and kissed his
returned wearing a pair of knee high black vinyl boots with spiked heels, a black
leather nipple-less bra with a leather thong, and a pair of black, elbow-length
fingerless gloves. Carrying a leather whip in one hand, she slapped it lightly
against the palm of her other hand.
“What are you doing, Gillian?” Ian asked, raising his head to see her
better.
“I’m doing whatever the hell I want to,” she said with a laugh. “And you
will do whatever the hell I want as well.” She went to the bed and slapped his
ass with the whip. When he didn’t respond, she slapped his ass again, this time
with enough force to leave a red stripe across both cheeks.
“Now,” she continued, “you’ll do as I say or you get the whip.”
“Gillian,” he said cautiously.
She slapped his ass again. “You’ll answer only when I ask a question, and
you’ll address me as Mistress. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied.
“Very good. You learn quickly,” she said, walking around the bed.
Touching the end of the whip to the bottom of his foot, she drew it up the
length of his leg, over his ass, and across his back.
“You’re so gorgeous,” she said softly, climbed onto the bed and straddled
his legs. Bending over him, she flicked her tongue over his back and across his
shoulder. She trailed one long fingernail across his jaw, nibbled his earlobe and
whispered, “Tell me what you want?”
“I want to give you the pleasure you’re looking for, Mistress. I want to
make you wet and hear you scream.”
“ Mmm,” she moaned. Then she slid off him to the bed and pushed against
his body until he rolled onto his side. She placed pillows behind him so he felt no
pressure from the handcuffs at his wrists, and then lay beside him. She kissed
him. Softly at first, then with more passion as he opened his mouth to her and let
her take. Her nails raked over his belly to his cock and wrapped around it,
massaging the length of him until he began to harden. With her mouth still fused
to his, she rolled a cock ring over his dick to the base, and ran her tongue down
his body.
With his dick in her mouth, she sucked him down her throat until he
became completely hard. She sucked the head of his cock ruthlessly, slid her
mouth over his full length and brought him closer and closer to release. With his
balls in her hand, she palmed them gently and continued to suck his dick while
his hips bucked faster and faster against her mouth. His cock in one hand, she
massaged him up and down, her grip lighter as she came up over the head, and
tighter as she went back down and forced the wide head through a small
opening made by her thumb and finger.
She watched his face as she jacked him, then lowered her head once more
and sucked the head of his dick while she stroked up and down the length of
him. The ring at the base of his cock restricted the blood flow and made it more
difficult for him to come, but Gillian kept an eye on his facial expressions and the
movement of his hips. As soon as she saw he was about to come, she slapped his
cock hard.
Ian’s eyes flew open and he sucked a deep breath into his lungs. “What
the f uck?” Gillian cocked a brow, a slight smile curving her lips. “What the fuck,
Mistress?”
“Shh,” she whispered and nibbled her way back over his belly. She moved
up to his nipples and sucked the little nubs into her mouth. Licking up his neck
and over his face, she found his lips and he opened his mouth, trying to kiss her.
“No,” she said. “Don’t kiss me back. Just let me do it.”
Her tongue first flicked across his bottom lip. She used her thumb to press
his mouth open just a little wider and ran her tongue across his top lip very
slowly. With her mouth pressed to his, she slipped her tongue inside and kissed
him so slowly and deliberately, taking all the time she needed. She held his face
in her hands and kissed his
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