“I don’t know that I’ll ever like bastinado,” she said between difficult breaths after he had removed the crop from her mouth.
“Then we’ll go back to the crop.”
He slapped it over her belly, against her side, and over her twat.
“Ow!” she cried.
He landed it sharply on an outer thigh, the side of a buttock, and between her legs again.
“Shit!”
The bamboo poles shook with her jerking. He gave her a reprieve. With her head hanging back, she stared the ceiling.
When he moved, her head snapped up. She was on alert again, her gaze following him so that she might guess where he would strike next.
He didn’t, choosing instead to exchange the crop for a classic teardrop butt plug with a flared handle. Kneeling before her, he rubbed the plug along her slit, collecting her juices. Her eyelashes fluttered as he slid it against her clit. He dipped the plug into her to lubricate it further. She moaned as he fucked her wit
h the plug for a bit before pulling it out and nestling the tip at the other pink opening below. Some of her moisture had already dripped there. He rested his other hand on her pubic bone and thumbed her clit before inserting the tip into her bottom hole.
“You’ve got to keep it in if you want to come later,” he told her, pushing more of the plug in and finding some resistance.
“Yes, Sir.”
He let the plug rest halfway so her body could adjust to the foreign object. Lowering his head, he tongued her clit.
“Jesus,” she moaned when he starting going to town on her.
He pushed the plug all the way in till her sphincter closed around the neck of the plug. He held it in place so that her muscle contractions wouldn’t expel the plug.
“Keep it in,” he reminded her.
Her brows knit it concentration as she forced her body to accept the plug. Letting go of the handle, he sat back to admire the crystal jewelry at the end of the plug.
“Good pet,” he praised before sinking two digits into her twat.
“Oh, God,” she groaned. “That feels so good, Master.”
He smiled and worked her till she was squirming and panting.
“Can I please, please come?” she murmured, her brow intensely furrowed.
“Am I nice guy?” he teased.
“Yes! You’re such a nice Master. You’re the nicest fucking guy around.”
“You don’t really believe that, do you, pet?”
She flushed.
“For lying, I might make you wear the plug all day tomorrow.”
She frowned.
“But I will let you come right now. Because I’m not a complete arsehole.”
She brightened. His fingers hit all the right spots inside her.
“Ohhhh...” She grimaced.