He stopped and I made a raging sound. I was turning into an animal, a creature of low lust and nothing else. How did he do this to me?
He spanked my bottom again, for a minute or two, but I barely registered it, enjoying the flaring up of the fading heat.
When he stopped, I tensed, waiting for more pussy-spanking, but it didn’t come. Instead, there was a blunt pressure at my exposed opening, and then something cold and thick and very hard was being pushed inside me.
It had to be the handle of the whip.
Joss was going to fuck me with the riding crop.
‘Oh, sir,’ I sighed out, loving the way it spread and stretched me and made me its bitch. The instrument of my punishment was now going to be the instrument of my shame. The only way it could be more embarrassing was if I was untied and able to push myself back on it, showing Joss how much I wanted it.
Perhaps he sensed this, because he held it still a few inches in and said, ‘Do you want this inside you?’
I would have to say it. Damn him.
He knew exactly how to make me hot and bothered.
‘Hmm?’ he prompted, smacking my bottom with his free hand. ‘Answer me.’
‘Yes, sir,’ I said, tears gathering in my eyes at how cruel and yet how perfect this was.
‘Tell me what you want. I want to hear the words.’
‘I want you to put the riding crop inside me, sir,’ I said.
‘And what do you want me to do with it when it’s inside you?’
‘I want you to fuck me with it, sir.’
‘All the way inside?’
‘As far as you can, please, sir.’
I was crying now, tears dripping out of my eyes and making wet patches under my cheeks on the duvet. But I was hardly aware of it, so focused on my shaking legs and my throbbing sex and how much I wanted and needed to come.
He put his hand on my shoulder, leaned over me and thrust the whip handle inside me, in then out, in a rhythm.
I pulled on the bonds, not because I wanted to escape but because I wanted to heighten that feeling of being restrained while I was taken.
The handle made squishy sounds inside me. Joss pushed it as far as he could then left it there and twisted it round and round inside me. Meanwhile, his fingers tinkered with my sex, and it only took the merest feather of a touch to tip me into the longest, loudest, most draining orgasm of my life.
‘Oh, Lulu, yes, oh, yes, you sweet hot little bitch of a darling girl,’ he murmured through it.
Then, when I was limp and done for, ‘I knew you’d be like this. You’re even more submissive than I hoped.’
‘Uh?’ It was all I could say. The duvet against my face was damp with my drool and sweat.
‘I mean,’ he said, leaving the whip inside me while he climbed over to straddle my thighs, ‘you did enjoy that, didn’t you?’
‘Mm hmm.’ I was reluctant to admit it, but I had to. The evidence was clear and compelling and smeared all over his fingers.
He used those very fingers to stroke my sore bottom while he leaned down and kissed my neck and shoulders and the dip of my back and the lobes of my ears.
‘I didn’t even mean to go that far,’ he whispered. ‘I wasn’t going to fuck you with the whip. I wasn’t even going to spank you. Just tease a bit, tickle a bit. But you got so into it … Jesus … you gorgeous little slut … I couldn’t resist.’
His lips and teeth kept my desire high, refusing to allow it to wane even after such a monster of a climax. He sucked and nipped and licked and fastened his mouth to the most sensitive areas of my skin until my breath was heavy and fast again, turning to moans when he found the sweet secret spot on my neck that converted me to jelly.
‘I’m going to untie you now,’ he whispered. ‘And turn you on to your back and have you. Is that all right with you?’