Mehra’s voice, distant at first then suddenly loud as she turned the corner on to the landing, stopped me short. I held still, spine stiff, hardly daring to breathe on to Tom’s hand. He too had stopped, holding his makeshift whip just high enough for its loops to drift negligently over my burning bum.
‘…yeah, I know. Did you use all the milk? Oh, cool. Night night, then.’
Her door clicked shut and I breathed again.
Tom removed his hand, now damp from my struggles, and put down the whip.
‘Lucky escape for you,’ he whispered. ‘I was about to start on your inner thighs.’
I cringed at the thought, tempted to clamp them together.
‘You were brave,’ he continued, stroking my hot skin. ‘You took more than I thought you would. Well done. Did it hurt?’
‘Just a bit,’ I whispered back, putting all my weight on trembling elbows.
Mehra’s door opened again. I heard her heading into the bathroom, then the sound of teeth being brushed.
Tom shifted around to kneel by my cowed head. I looked up. He undid his belt and trouser buttons, letting them fall with a jingle of buckles to mid-thigh.
‘This’ll keep you quiet,’ he said softly, pulling his cotton boxers down over his erection. ‘Come on. Get up and thank me with your mouth.’
‘Thank you for what?’
He tutted and tapped at my cheek.
‘For what?’ he repeated, shaking his head. ‘For giving you what you deserved, of course.’
Of course.
He held my hair in one hand as I wrapped my mouth around the tip of his cock, licking an exploratory path around and downwards. With his other, he picked up the whip again and trailed it over my body as I sucked. It was a powerful incentive to give my full attention to the job, reminding me of where I stood and what might be my lot if I disappointed him. I took a valiant mouthful of his shaft as he flicked the cords against my breasts and rubbed them over my belly.
Mehra returned to her room, then I heard Jess on the stair. Her tread was light, but the creaky floorboard warned me just as I was about to make a gagging sound. I managed to hold it back, pushing Tom’s cock into the pouch of my cheek until I recovered. He tapped the whip against my still sore bottom until my whole body was working in tune with my mouth, urging him in deeper, urging my throat to open wider for him. I held his tight scrotum in my hand, and tried to cram it into my mouth along with his cock. This was what set him off. Before I knew what was happening, he was tugging my hair and thick salt cream was hitting the back of my throat.
He tried to keep quiet, expressing his orgasm in a series of heavy, hectic exhalations, but he couldn’t avoid a husky little ‘ah’ at the end of it all.
I heard Jess pause in the act of opening her bedroom door. There was a fraught second in which the world stood still, then she closed it.
Tom let go of my hair and knelt back, pulling his still hard cock from my mouth.
‘That’s it, swallow it all down,’ he whispered, lifting my chin to kiss a taste of himself from my mouth. ‘Mm. I consider your gratitude appropriately expressed.’
I was glad he was satisfied, but I couldn’t help wondering when I was going to get mine. The whipping had lit me up like Oxford Street in December, and swallowing Tom’s seed while my bottom throbbed had only made me want it worse.
‘So, shall we switch on the computer then?’ he said briskly, then he laughed at how my face must have visibly fallen. ‘Only teasing,’ he whispered. ‘Lie down for me.’
I rolled on to my back and lay in splendid negligence, while he frowned down at me as if making complex calculations in his head.
‘OK,’ he said at last. ‘You have a vibrator. I saw it in your drawer that time. Are the batteries charged?’
‘I…think so,’ I said.
He leaned over to open the drawer and retrieved it.
‘Legs nice and wide,’ he said. ‘Bend your knees, that’s it.’
With spread thighs, I watched him scoot between my bent knees, swallowing as he introduced the cold curved tip of the vibrator to my wet pussy.
‘Keep still,’ he said. ‘It’s going all the way in.’