Reaching inside, she pulled out various objects and dropped them on the bed. She lifted a small, black one, about eight inches long. At first he couldn't make out what it was, but she picked it up turned it in her hands and then pulled on one end. It was some sort of telescopic baton. He looked at the small rubber paddle on one end, and realized. She really meant it when she said she was going to do everything he did to her, "in style."
"Now I get to have my fun," she whispered, with a dark promise, stroking his head as she bent over him.
She truly was a wild woman, but right now, she was a wild woman in control. Her power had him firmly in its grip, and she wasn't even touching him yet. He could barely breathe. His dick was pounding, his balls tight against it. His arse twitched as he tried to anticipate what it might feel like. He watched as she closed in on him, her eyes narrowed and her mouth gently smiling, as she swatted the baton through the air, testing it out.
Without warning, she homed in on her target and he felt the first swat of the whip across his buttocks. The sting reverberated through him, jolting through his joints, making him hot and cold all at once.
She delivered several more swats, then knelt one knee on the bed, reached her free hand under him and clasped his dick. She worked his shaft while she let rip with another flick of her whip across the back of his thighs.
His vision blurred. He closed his eyes tightly. Sweat broke out on his forehead. It was too much. He was going to come, fast. Too fast.
She delivered two more swats. He was so close. Then he felt her hand stroking his back, soothing him, and some iota of control returned, the orgasm retreating a tad, enough for him to breathe. She was still working his dick, moving it in the most mesmerizing way.
He sensed her moving, looked around and saw what she had in her hand. Raising his eyebrows, he eyeballed her. "Is that what I think it is?"
"Are you man enough to take it?" She grinned.
"Sure." He wasn't sure, but he was aroused enough to give anything a go if it got him what he really wanted—her. Then he felt something cold sliding down in between his buttocks. Lube.
His thighs tightened, his body rocking on his knees. The way she was working his erection, he could barely focus, but then he felt it, the slim butt plug easing into his anus. Sensation roared up his spine. His knees shifted under him. He heard her laugher as he flattened to the bed.
"What the hell are you doing to me?" he croaked.
He couldn't comprehend it, and the words escaped him as he tried to understand the torrent of sensation he was experiencing at her hands. He struggled, but his mind was mush.
Her hand was still wrapped around him and he lifted his hips automatically, allowing her movement. As he did, the plug hit home.
"Oh, oh, fuck, fuck," he shouted. Ecstasy hit him hard. He spurted in her hand, his arsehole tight around the intrusion, his buttocks flexing, working it hard on instinct alone. He lost touch with the room, with everything except her. Kelly. Her name was in his mind as he came.
"Yes, you naughty boy. I'm here." Her tone was soothing and he let it run over him, surfacing.
Must have said her name aloud, he realized, his mind barely functioning. He was flat to the bed. The plug was gone.
As he regained his faculties, he heard her leave and then return from the bathroom. Then her hands were on his back and stroking him. She forced him over onto his back, undoing the twisted tape, and climbed over him, straddling his waist. Kneeling up, her body was taut and beautiful in the light. As she looked down at him, her eyes glinted. Her nipples jutted out between her fingers as she molded her breasts in her hands, squeezing them.
"Oh god," he murmured, swallowing, looking up at her towering over him. He was so aroused that he was hard again already, even though he'd come. He was praying, willing her to sit on him. His erection jerked up behind her buttocks, but she ignored it.
Instead, she shut her eyes, reached for her pussy and started to touch herself in front of him, just inches away from his face. Her fingers opened up her lips, squeezed either side of her clit. He couldn't reach her, but he could see her and her scent filled his senses. She is trying to drive me insane.
"Why don't you let me do that, please?" His urge to get her back—and how—was growing.
Her eyes opened, and she was restraining a smile as her fingers slicked in and out. She looked like a dark goddess, so powerful and confident.
He pulled his hands as wide apart as he could within the restraints. "Come on, Kelly. Sit on my face. Let me taste you. You know you want to."
"I'm in charge here." She slapped his cheek. The sting seemed to commute directly to the base of his spine, his tight balls, and his sensitive cock. She clambered over his shoulders, her thighs spreading on either side of his head, her feet latched over his shoulders as she lowered her pussy to his mouth.
"Oh yes," he breathed the words over her skin, before he sank his mouth into it. Her flesh was warm, damp, and full. He was ready for more, and he was almost willing to beg, but he gave her his full attention, running his tongue around the intimate grooves of her pussy.
She moaned aloud, snatched at the headboard as her body wavered.
Her torso rose up above him, her breasts jutting, her hands gripping the bed for balance. He pushed his tongue into her hole and his mouth filled with her juices. She cried out with pleasure, as if it was already too much for her.
A victory cry roared up inside him, because he was hungry for her, and he was only just getting started.
Chapter Six
Kelly had to hang on to the headboard to steady herself. She'd barely got a grip on what was going on, the sense of power she was experiencing acting like some heady narcotic in her blood. Now his tongue and mouth were doing the most outrageous things to her: teasing, stroking, sucking—all of it wiring her into his mouth as if it were a divining rod.