“St-Stone?” she stuttered at last, still looking down at him. Her own arms were still stretched over her head as she fastened his wrists into the manacles, leaving her bare breasts vulnerable.
Slowly, he allowed her right nipple to slip from between his lips.
“Forgive me, Mistress,” he growled. “I just wanted to show you that I can bring you pleasure if you’ll only give me a chance.”
And then he sucked her left nipple into his mouth and nipped her gently, making Cassie gasp and moan. This definitely wasn’t in the script, but apparently her partner was into improv.
“Shame on you, Stone,” she scolded breathlessly, though she made no move to make him stop sucking her nipples. “You’ve been bad and now you must be punished!”
“But Mistress,” he growled, releasing her nipple. “All I want to do is pleasure you with my mouth and tongue.”
“Forget it!” Cassie snapped, frowning sternly at him. “I say you must be punished and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. In fact, you won’t be allowed to, uh, taste me for a whole week as part of your punishment.”
She had finished strapping Stone in place now but she was still facing him, frowning down at him for once instead of looking up because she was standing on the little staircase.
“Mistress,” Stone growled, looking into her eyes. “Flog me if you must, but don’t withhold your favors. You know how I long to taste you—how thirsty I get for your juices. Please don’t deny me the pleasure of licking and tasting your soft, sweet little pussy.”
Cassie’s breath caught in her throat and a shiver of pure lust went through her at his hot, dirty words and the way he was looking her in the eyes as he spoke them. God, before this mission she never would have guessed her stoic Kindred partner could be so good at being bad!
But a beep from the camera drone, which was hovering near the ceiling, recording everything, brought her back to herself.
“I have spoken and I won’t change my mind,” she told Stone sternly. “You must be punished!”
Climbing down the little staircase, she pushed it back in the corner and went to the wooden rack to select her instrument of torture. For a long moment she pretended to deliberate between the cane and the crop. Then, finally, she reached for the thick leather handle of the flogger.
Picking it up, she swished it through the air. It had many long, soft suede strips on the end which could be wielded quite effectively if one knew what one was doing. Luckily, thanks to her classes with Madam Electra, Cassie did.
Sending a silent thank-you to the dominatrix, she took a stance behind Stone and began to flog him with blows that were much softer than they looked.
The suede tassels of the flogger made a satisfying smack-smack-smack against the taut leather of Stone’s trousers. Cassie had never allowed herself to notice how tight her partner’s ass was before—now it was completely on display and she couldn’t help noticing. God, Stone was really a mouthwatering sight, spread out and tied down as he was, his broad back and muscular chest on display.
“This is for not pleasuring me correctly!” she exclaimed, flogging him again. “And this is for being a bad body-slave!”
“I have tried to serve you well!” Stone writhed in his bonds. “But how can I when you withhold yourself from me, Mistress? How can I pleasure you correctly if you won’t allow me to taste you?”
“You’ll never taste me again!” Cassie vowed recklessly. Caught up in the moment, she threw down the flogger and came to stand right behind her partner. Thrusting her bare breasts against his broad, bare back, she reached around in front of him and found the magno-tabs that held his tight leather trousers closed.
“Mistress?” There was confusion and lust in Stone’s deep voice as he tried to look over his shoulder to see what she was doing.
“Be still!” Cassie snapped. This was also off script, but she found that she quite liked a little improvisation herself. Unfastening the magno-tabs, she peeled down the tight leather trousers, exposing Stone’s long, hard shaft.
It felt as good in her hand as it had the other night—better, because this time instead of being made to touch it, she wanted to touch and stroke her partner here.
“Do you feel that, Stone?” she asked sternly as she stroked his hard length up and down with deliberate slowness. “Do you feel my hands on you—touching you—owning you?”
“Yes, Mistress…” His voice was a hoarse growl and he bucked his hips, thrusting into her hand.
“Listen to me,” Cassie told him. “You’re mine, Stone—mine to do with as I please. And right now, it is my pleasure to punish you and deny you the right to taste my pussy. Do you understand?”