eyes, his brow, his cheeks and nose. She licked over
his chin and down his neck; her tongue following the planes and ridges of his
finely honed body. When she reached his cock once again, she sucked him deep
into her mouth until he was again hard as rock. She played with him, sucked him
and jacked him until he begged her to make him come. Suddenly, she stopped
and slapped his cock again.
Ian’s head rolled back as he panted. His entire being vibrated with need
and his balls were so tight he thought they’d burst if he didn’t come soon.
“You’re killing me,” he panted and immediately received a sharp slap of
the whip across his ass.
“You’re killing me, Mistress,” he gritted from between clenched teeth just
as Gillian sucked him into her mouth again.
She continued to suck and massage him until she could see him teetering
on the edge of orgasm and then she slapped his cock so hard his brain turned off
the desire to ejaculate. Over and over she tortured him until Ian physically
vibrated with need.
“Please, Mistress,” he begged. “My balls are turning blue!”
“I’m going to uncuff one of your hands so you can roll over onto your
back. But don’t try anything or you get the whip again.”
He nodded and licked his lips.
She turned the key and one cuff slipped off and Ian rolled to his back.
“Raise your hands over your head,” she instructed.
Ian raised one hand and as she reached for the handcuff, he grabbed her
by the wrists, flipped her over onto her back and sat on top of her. He pinned her
hands with his knees, removed the other handcuff and slapped them around
Gillian’s wrists. Sitting on her, he slid the loosely knotted tie from his ankles and
looped it through the chain connecting the handcuffs to secure it. He looped the
other end through the railing of the headboard and tied it off. She squirmed and
thrashed beneath him and he laughed. Her robe was within reach so he pulled
the sash from the loops and fixed one end to one of her ankles, looped it through
the footboard and tied the other end to her other ankle and left her spread eagle
on the bed.
“Let me go,” she shouted, and struggled against the bonds that held her.
Ian laughed again and stuffed a washcloth into her mouth. He leaned over
her and stroked her cheek.
“Well, Mistress , it looks like the whip is on the other foot, doesn’t it?” She
tried to buck him off and he laughed again. “Now,” he said, and pulled the cock
ring from his dick, “let’s see what else you have in that little bag of yours.”
He opened the smaller suitcase she’d taken to the bathroom with her and
began laying out an assortment of toys. There were several dildos in an
assortment of sizes and colors. She had vibrators of all sizes and shapes, butt
plugs, nipple pinchers, and various other sex toys.
“You have a serious collection here,” he said. “I find it hard to believe this
is just for occasional use while traveling. One dildo, okay, but this little arsenal
says pro to me.” She rolled her eyes and he grinned. “Not a problem,” he said. “But I
think yo u’re in a little over your head now. You’ve just stepped into the major
league, Gillian,” he purred and kissed her lightly.
He grasped her nipple through the hole in the nipple-less bra, pulled hard
and she winced. He sucked the other nipple until it was taut, and attached the
nipple pinchers from her bag to each one. A small chain connected the pinchers
so he could tug on both nipples at once. He flicked his tongue over them once
more then moved down her stomach. Once he reached her pussy, he hooked his
finger on the chain and pulled her nipples hard as he sucked her clit into his
mouth. She began bucking beneath him, so he unclamped one nipple and
hooked the nipple pincher to her clit.
Gillian let out a muffled scream, but the washcloth in her mouth didn’t
allow much sound. Ian removed the washcloth and smiled.
“Here.”
his chin and down his neck; her tongue following the planes and ridges of his
finely honed body. When she reached his cock once again, she sucked him deep
into her mouth until he was again hard as rock. She played with him, sucked him
and jacked him until he begged her to make him come. Suddenly, she stopped
and slapped his cock again.
Ian’s head rolled back as he panted. His entire being vibrated with need
and his balls were so tight he thought they’d burst if he didn’t come soon.
“You’re killing me,” he panted and immediately received a sharp slap of
the whip across his ass.
“You’re killing me, Mistress,” he gritted from between clenched teeth just
as Gillian sucked him into her mouth again.
She continued to suck and massage him until she could see him teetering
on the edge of orgasm and then she slapped his cock so hard his brain turned off
the desire to ejaculate. Over and over she tortured him until Ian physically
vibrated with need.
“Please, Mistress,” he begged. “My balls are turning blue!”
“I’m going to uncuff one of your hands so you can roll over onto your
back. But don’t try anything or you get the whip again.”
He nodded and licked his lips.
She turned the key and one cuff slipped off and Ian rolled to his back.
“Raise your hands over your head,” she instructed.
Ian raised one hand and as she reached for the handcuff, he grabbed her
by the wrists, flipped her over onto her back and sat on top of her. He pinned her
hands with his knees, removed the other handcuff and slapped them around
Gillian’s wrists. Sitting on her, he slid the loosely knotted tie from his ankles and
looped it through the chain connecting the handcuffs to secure it. He looped the
other end through the railing of the headboard and tied it off. She squirmed and
thrashed beneath him and he laughed. Her robe was within reach so he pulled
the sash from the loops and fixed one end to one of her ankles, looped it through
the footboard and tied the other end to her other ankle and left her spread eagle
on the bed.
“Let me go,” she shouted, and struggled against the bonds that held her.
Ian laughed again and stuffed a washcloth into her mouth. He leaned over
her and stroked her cheek.
“Well, Mistress , it looks like the whip is on the other foot, doesn’t it?” She
tried to buck him off and he laughed again. “Now,” he said, and pulled the cock
ring from his dick, “let’s see what else you have in that little bag of yours.”
He opened the smaller suitcase she’d taken to the bathroom with her and
began laying out an assortment of toys. There were several dildos in an
assortment of sizes and colors. She had vibrators of all sizes and shapes, butt
plugs, nipple pinchers, and various other sex toys.
“You have a serious collection here,” he said. “I find it hard to believe this
is just for occasional use while traveling. One dildo, okay, but this little arsenal
says pro to me.” She rolled her eyes and he grinned. “Not a problem,” he said. “But I
think yo u’re in a little over your head now. You’ve just stepped into the major
league, Gillian,” he purred and kissed her lightly.
He grasped her nipple through the hole in the nipple-less bra, pulled hard
and she winced. He sucked the other nipple until it was taut, and attached the
nipple pinchers from her bag to each one. A small chain connected the pinchers
so he could tug on both nipples at once. He flicked his tongue over them once
more then moved down her stomach. Once he reached her pussy, he hooked his
finger on the chain and pulled her nipples hard as he sucked her clit into his
mouth. She began bucking beneath him, so he unclamped one nipple and
hooked the nipple pincher to her clit.
Gillian let out a muffled scream, but the washcloth in her mouth didn’t
allow much sound. Ian removed the washcloth and smiled.
“Here.”
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