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It was Late part 1

It was late, and a work night, so when he turned off the TV, held out his hand and said, “It’s time for bed,” she just smiled and followed. It had been a very long day, and she knew she was ready for a good night sleep. He opened the bedroom door, then stepped aside to allow her to enter first, as he always did. She went into the bathroom, executed her evening routine and returned to the bedroom undressed and washed, ready for a night of peaceful slumber.

As soon as she saw him standing at the foot of the bed, naked himself, she instantly knew that sleep wasn’t on his mind. A wicked smile grew across her face and she tried to scurry around him, grasping for the safety of the blankets. She was DEFINITELY not fast enough. He clasped his fingers around her extended wrist and quickly flipped her onto her back, in the middle of the bed and straddled her, pinning her to the soft duvet.

Now he wore the wicked smile as he informed her she needed to obey him completely from this moment forward. He ordered her to roll onto her stomach and she immediately complied. He grabbed both wrists and pinned them above her head, leaning down and growling in her ear, “And DON’T you DARE move them.” She tingled at his forcefulness and the warmth of his breath on the skin of her neck. He instructed her that she was to remain in this position, face down, eyes closed as he slid down her body, grasped both ankles and spread her legs open wide. He was about to play a little game of Guess Where and What is coming next. Her respirations and heart rate increased.

He taunted and teased her for a few seconds before the first little sting bit her right shoulder. She instantly knew he had come to play when the leather riding crop touched her skin. Soon, there was another snap on her left thigh. Then the barrage began. There were soft wisps and breath-taking stings all over her back, legs, feet and ass. He used the crop skillfully, utilizing the wicked tip, shaft and hardened handle in multiple intensities. He also used his hands, delivering blows that left instant evidence. At one point, his fingernail began at the base of her neck and with ever increasing pressure, carved a line into her skin that she was sure drew blood. Her entire body quaked and quivered. She moaned and gasped and cried out in pleasurable pain. It was absolutely delicious.

She was waiting in quivering anticipation for the next strike, when she felt him ramming her favorite manzanita toy hard and deep between her spread legs. The initial thrust was so intense that she wanted to launch through the headboard, trying to find escape and relief. The relief came in a torrent of pleasure-filled fluid gushing from her orgasming hole. He continued to pound her mercilessly until she had soaked the comforter a second time, and began begging him to claim her and fuck her hard himself.

To be continued….


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8 thoughts on “It was Late part 1

  1. XandrewX on said:

    Wow! ‘Her entire body quaked and quivered. She moaned and gasped and cried out in pleasurable pain’ ………….gets me excited and that’s just reading! 😉

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  2. XandrewX on said:

    Btw that is one fabulous photograph, I’m trying to imagine what she looks like from the other side.

    Liked by 1 person

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